105: They are all gods

When foreman Old Wang and project manager Old Zhang, leading a group of dazed workers, spent several hours breathlessly climbing to the Peak of Kunlun.

The scene before them, once again, and completely, shattered their remaining, precarious worldview.

The mountaintop was no longer the platform with only a single, solitary teaching building they remembered.

At some unknown point, it had transformed into a vast, well-planned residential area.

Dormitories, cafeterias, libraries, Martial Arts Training Grounds... various buildings were scattered tastefully, with an ancient and grand style, perfectly integrated with the surrounding perilous peaks and sea of clouds.

If it were just this, they might only marvel at the 'immortals'' divine craftsmanship.

But what truly made their scalps tingle and their legs go soft were the living people in this 'campus'.

Above the Martial Arts Training Ground, a dozen young people in white robes were seen stepping on gleaming longswords, soaring through the clouds, sword light crisscrossing, bringing forth bursts of air-rending sounds.

They sometimes formed profound Sword Formations, and at other times engaged in one-on-one duels, their Sword Qi surging, causing the wind and clouds to change color.

"Sword... Sword-riding flight..."

A young worker muttered, his hard hat clattering to the ground.

Isn't this the scene from the Xianxia TV dramas he had watched since childhood?

It was... it was real!

On an open space on the other side, a group of students sat together.

One of the girls was holding a cinnabar brush, quickly sketching something on a yellow talisman paper.

When her last stroke fell, the talisman paper spontaneously ignited, transforming into a lifelike flame bird, letting out a crisp cry, soaring into the sky, circling and dancing in the air.

"Drawing talismans... coming true..."

Old Wang's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg; he felt his throat was so dry it was about to smoke.

Further away, others sat cross-legged, electric light flickering at their fingertips, drawing a small bolt of lightning from the sky to strike a distant rock, exploding a shower of gravel.

Someone flipped their palm, and a ball of raging fire appeared out of thin air, burning a stubborn piece of iron red hot, then hammering it with a 'ding-ding-dang-dang' sound, seemingly forging some weapon.

They even saw the petite girl, Lu Miaomiao, who had previously carried the crane operator's cabin, along with several Body Refining System students, using pure fists and feet on a large open space to forcefully blast a massive foundation pit several tens of meters deep into the hard rock ground... Flying through the sky, burrowing into the earth, summoning wind and rain, drawing talismans, Artifact Refining, pulling mountains... All the special effects scenes that only existed in myths, legends, and films, at this moment, transformed into the most real sights, vividly displayed before these ordinary Mortals.

Impact!

Unprecedented visual and spiritual impact!

These workers from modern civilized society felt like Mortals who had stumbled into a divine realm, every cell trembling because of the supernatural sights before them.

They finally understood what kind of beings they were going to serve.

And they finally understood why Zhang Tianwang, the chairman of Tianhong Group, would say this was a "heavenly Opportunity."

To work for true immortals, wasn't this a blessing that took many lifetimes to Cultivate?

Suddenly, all the workers' gazes towards those young "students" changed.

From initial surprise and doubt, it turned into awe, fervor, and even... worship.

Old Wang and Old Zhang exchanged glances, both seeing the same thought in each other's expressions.

This job, it must be done!

And it must be done perfectly!

No mistakes, no complaints!

"What are you all still standing around for!" Old Wang snapped back to reality, yelling at the workers behind him, "Quickly set up your gear and start working according to the blueprints!"

"This is the immortals' project; if anyone dares to slack off, don't blame me, Old Wang, for being impolite!"

The workers awoke as if from a dream, each one invigorated, immediately springing into action with full enthusiasm.

However, to their surprise, these "students," whom they viewed as gods, did not look down on them for being Mortals.

On the contrary, these young people were very polite.

When they passed by the construction site, they would proactively nod in greeting.

If they saw a worker carrying heavy objects, a Body Refining System student would casually take it and effortlessly help deliver it to the designated location.

Even when a generator part malfunctioned due to high altitude and low temperature, the workers were sweating anxiously.

A refined-looking Formation System student wearing glasses passed by, took one look, and then pulled out a few stones carved with strange runes from his pocket, arranging them around the generator a few times.

The next second, the stalled machine miraculously roared back to life.

The student even scratched his head sheepishly and explained, "I just used a miniature spirit-gathering Formation to slightly optimize its energy circuit; it should allow it to operate more stably in low-temperature environments."

Workers: "???"

Although they didn't understand it at all, it sounded incredibly impressive!

Gradually, the workers' favorability towards these "little immortals" skyrocketed.

They no longer felt constrained or fearful; some of the bolder ones would even gather nearby during breaks, curiously watching the students Cultivate.

And the students were happy to show these simple Mortals their proud "immortal techniques," earning heartfelt exclamations and cheers from them.

The entire Peak of Kunlun presented a unique scene of harmony between immortals and Mortals, full of joy.

The progress of the project also advanced by leaps and bounds as a result.

In this peaceful atmosphere, a steady young man in a academy uniform, holding a blueprint filled with various incomprehensible complex lines and runes, found foreman Old Wang, who was directing the construction.

"Master Wang, hello."

The young man greeted politely.

Old Wang immediately stood up respectfully: "Oh, it's Classmate Xie! Just tell me what you need!"

He recognized that this young man was the "commander-in-chief" of this group of students, with a transcendent status.

The young man named Xie Wangsheng pushed up his glasses and spread out the blueprint in his hand.

"Master Wang, regarding the foundation of the Demon-Locking Pagoda, the Dean has new requirements."

"Look here." He pointed to a complex Formation composed of countless runes in the center of the blueprint. "We need to dig nine hundred and ninety-nine Formation eyes here, all of the exact same depth, size, and orientation, with an error margin of no more than one millimeter."

Old Wang leaned in to look, and was immediately dumbfounded.

"Then, following this sequence, drive our academy's Artifact Refining Department's specially made 'Demon Suppressing Stakes' into the Formation eyes, connecting them to the earth's Evil Qi..."

Xie Wangsheng continued to calmly state various incredible construction requirements in his emotionless tone.

Old Wang listened, feeling dizzy; he looked at the "foundation map" on the blueprint, which was a hundred times more intricate than the world's most complex chip circuit diagram, and felt his brain had turned into mush.

He tremblingly pointed to a location on the blueprint marked "Core Energy Hub," where a Yin and Yang Taiji fish symbol was drawn.

"Classmate Xie... Xie... what... what is to be buried at this... this location?"

Xie Wangsheng looked up and calmly glanced at him.

"Oh, that's the core that suppresses the demons within the pagoda."

"The Dean said that once the pagoda is built, he will personally take action."

"He will literally stuff the Ancient Great Demon Avatar from Japan that was captured earlier into it, to be used as a battery."