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Sword Casting Manor.

Through a stretch of the Teleportation Array, several little blacksmiths appeared at the mansion's gate.

They not only carried storage bags filled to the brim but also lugged large bundles, bringing back a variety of spirit plants and some floor tiles.

"Brothers, we're back," Yan Shuangying said with a smug grin.

"Holy crap, did you finish the last boss?"

"Oh yes, all of them are down, let them revive all ten bosses if they can," Yan Shuangying said. "From now on, I'll officially be the Patrol Team Captain of the manor, protecting its safety."

This was the promise Jiucai Rong gave him.

As long as he met the instance completion expectation, they would grant him this position.

The Patrol Captain isn't just about defending against outsiders; he also patrols daily to manage offenses and catch little thieves.

Commonly known as the manor's city management.

Night Mad Cultivator poured out the contents of the storage bag, forming a pile like a mountain, and casually asked, "Hehe, how's the sale going?"

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"Perhaps, even the newly ascended Saint will make an appearance."

"That's possible, they might take the chance to show themselves."

"What does it matter to us? Does this big drama in the Capital affect my brick-moving today?"

"Not at all."

"Let's just keep moving bricks and fusing pets, all those things are just planned CG movie events. Just watch the big event at noon and that's it."

The blacksmiths were looking forward to it.

But they could only watch, and after watching, they probably had to continue moving bricks, forging iron, and working.

They had a lot of things to do recently.

As time passed, noon arrived quickly.

In the Xinyi Sale Event in the Capital, a remote communication projection was lit up, and the crowd began excitedly watching the revealed images of the movie.

"Brothers, the plot is on."

"The third sale event."

"Who knows how big the plot is this time organized?"

"Who can tell, the planner designs however they want, isn't it just their word?"

"Not necessarily, look at the budget, this plot animation should be pretty expensive."

Everyone took their seats and began watching.

Jiucai Rong muttered as he sat down, "Have you finished your spirit farming tasks? Don't just watch movies and forget today's mission."

"How could we?"

The Mudworker sat down with a group of spirit farmers, "Knowing there would be a plot movie at noon, we worked overtime in the morning to finish, adjusted the cultivation time, and will check before logging off."

"And what about you?" Jiucai Rong stared at the Food God.

The Food God cleared his throat, "We got everything ready too, for dinner we're having stew, it's already started cooking in the blacksmith's Forging Furnace, it'll stay hot and finish by evening, just in time to eat."

Everyone worked overtime in the morning to finish their own tasks for the midday plot.

They quickly started the projection.

...

At the sale event.

In the topmost box, the Crown Prince Consort and the Emperor had taken their seats.

The booth was isolated from the outside, leaving the blacksmiths a bit regretful for not being able to see the noble visage, only catching a fleeting glimpse.

In the venue, others also took their seats.

Even some ancient beings arrived quickly.

"The one from Yesterday's Forest is here," someone remarked, looking at a beautiful woman holding a girl.

"The one from Guiyuan is here too," someone noted, observing a tall, imposing deep black shadow.

One by one, anciently dressed figures took their seats, causing some of the contemporary cultivators in the rear seats to change color slightly.

These are all entities referred to as forbidden, relics of ages past.

Their overwhelming aura hushed the entire sale event, no one dared to speak out lightly.

There were even figures whose appearance and identity were unknown, but their aura was no less powerful.

This left many numb inside.

In secret realms not yet unveiled, in dangerous places unexplored, could there really be so many more?

The depths of the Nine-State are profound indeed!

These are worthwhile pieces of intelligence.

Some archaeologist cultivators secretly noted their gender, appearance, and attire, deducing their true identities. Perhaps they could fill in some historical gaps, seeking the lost histories of the past.

Regardless of the reason.

This sale event had already triggered a major upheaval across the Nine-State.

...

Sword Casting Manor.

The little blacksmiths, as if sitting in a cinema, exclaimed:

"Wow, wow, wow, the big shots are appearing one by one, the atmosphere is intense, they're really doing us a favor."

"This scene is incredible, this opening animation is awesome."

"Will there be a fight next?"

"There definitely will be fighting, right? Without fight scenes, the plot just doesn't have a climax, like the West without Jerusalem, losing its soul."

"You lot are terrible, just wishing for a fight to break out."

"Popcorn, popcorn, and Spirit Rice Wine, they're the best combo for watching a movie, one serving for Three Magic Coins."

The Food God, with Shao Chaikun, moved among the seats, obviously running a cinema snack business.

"Sir, yours," the Food God courteously handed over.

"Hmm."

Ning Zheng accepted the free popcorn and Spirit Rice Wine, watching the projected images from the Capital.

Silently memorizing these people's appearances, this information was very important.

Unless they're in disguise, these people generally can't change their looks, because their pride won't allow it.

Of course.

Even when undercover, they might not change their appearance, as very few people know what they look like.

In general, it's a good means of identification.

"The Nine-State is about to be in turmoil, coming to our sale event, it's just a meeting place," Jiucai Rong sat down and told the old manager, secretly ingratiating himself.

Night Mad Cultivator also brown-nosed the old manager: "To ensure safety, we won't communicate throughout this event, just watching, and it'll all be hosted by the Sword Fairy."

Ning Zheng nodded:

"No matter how they fight, how they come, whether they attack the Saint... we'll manage to ride the hype, and our brand effect will get a boost." Ning Zheng was focused on going with the flow.

Meanwhile, a group whispered among themselves in the distant seats.

Shao Chaikun: "Have you noticed? The old manager's language is becoming increasingly modern."

The Food God stroked his chin: "Seems so, even using terms like riding the hype, brand effect."

Immortal Aunt: "Isn't it because you idiots keep spewing modern vocabulary all the time?"

Shao Chaikun: "You don't understand, it's about staying applicable."

The Mudworker: "I guess it's from Jiucai Rong using those terms in his reports to the manor."

Shao Chaikun: "Then when we speak next, let's make sure to say cool, damn, handsome right in front of the old manager. If we say it enough, the old manager will pick it up, and next time when assigning tasks, it'll be like, 'handsome, cool! Damn! Shit!'

The Food God: "I get how this works. It's AI training. That's how I taught my parrot to talk."

"Shall we try training the old manager's AI?"

"From now on, I'll frequently pass by the old manager, purposely talking, just watch my performance."

"You can give it a try, bro."

"Too bad the old manager can't chat online, otherwise we'd send emojis and train the manager to use them too."

"Why wouldn't that work? In future updates, when we level up the Painting Card, we can teach the old manager to use emojis."

"Are you guys crazy? Making a phone just to let the old manager use emojis?"

"You don't get it, do you? Making phones is just part of growing the tech tree and farming, having no computers and phones is kind of lacking."

"Are you guys toxic? Building a phone just to let the old manager use emojis?"

"You don't get it, a gamer's wishes should be simple and unadorned."

...

They whispered fervently among themselves.

Ning Zheng paid no attention to them, "About time, isn't it?" Ning Zheng said to the old manager, grooming goodwill.

As expected.

The sale hall's lights suddenly dimmed.

A group of light landed dead center on the stage, and a beautiful woman officially appeared.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the Xirong Divine Craftsman's agent in the Capital. Welcome to this quarter's third sale event, which will serve as a product launch."

"The Yin Yang Square Lamp Ship, a breathtaking release, please turn your attention to the big screen."

Click.

The big screen lit up behind her.

"A big screen?" The crowd couldn't help but freeze for a moment, suddenly feeling that this sale event's format would be very interesting.

Even if there were no plot against the Saint, this trip would be worthwhile, wouldn't it?