Chapter 132 | I Was Just Gathering Herbs, So Why Did I Find a Sword Fairy?

Although Lu Yan felt this thing looked like the damn Gáe Bolg, its attribute wasn't a guaranteed hit, but rather penetration.

Only the Artifact Sect could do something as extravagant as using a Heaven Rank magic artifact as a pickaxe.

Red vital energy and spiritual energy coated the crimson spear, transforming into a streak of red light under its acceleration.

Lu Yan saw Fu Feng cover his ears, so he quickly did the same.

Fu Feng raised an eyebrow, thinking, Oho, this kid is pretty smart.

After absorbing all the prepared spiritual and vital energy, the crimson spear turned into a streak of red light and shot toward the heart.

Lu Yan could clearly see a transparent shockwave forming around the red streak. Holy crap!

With a deafening boom, the resulting sonic boom sent Lu Yan flying. The scaffolding and other equipment were instantly blown away, leaving nothing but scattered debris.

Carrying terrifying kinetic energy, the red streak slammed into the pre-cleared circular area. The air in front of it compressed and exploded, slamming Lu Yan against the wall before he could even get off the ground.

While flying through the air, Lu Yan couldn't see exactly how the barrier broke. He only saw a white pinpoint of light flash at the collision point between the red streak and the heart.

Then, red-gold slurry erupted, splashing everywhere within the cramped confines of the cavern. A massive updraft surged from the very bottom of the Molten Heart Tower, making Lu Yan feel like he was about to take flight.

How long had it been since he last flew on his own after falling from the Golden Core stage? The last time he had been airborne, it was thanks to Su Li's phoenix.

Glancing to the side, he saw Fu Feng also floating in the air. The man showed no fear, only pure excitement.

This guy has clearly never ridden a roller coaster. Then again, given the psychological resilience of cultivators, a roller coaster in this world would probably have to go at half the speed of sound to even get them excited...

As the shockwaves gradually subsided, the disciples scrambled up from the ground one after another. They had absolutely no power to resist their Young Sect Master's twisted sense of fun.

Besides, any disciple strong enough to resist wasn't stupid enough to hang around a construction site. Honestly, why couldn't they just wait for the Young Sect Master to finish his work?

Lu Yan got up with a twitching lip. To be honest, he felt like throwing up. He hadn't slept well last night, and now he had been forced onto a roller coaster first thing in the morning.

Layering a dizziness debuff on top of a migraine... who could possibly handle this? He certainly couldn't.

Lu Yan lay sprawled flat on the ground, his chest heaving. He closed his eyes, thinking what a ridiculous joke this world was.

“Was that fun, Lu Yan?”

Fu Feng ran over excitedly, only to find Lu Yan lying on the ground, pale as a ghost. He looked half-dead already.

Lu Yan's stomach was already churning, and Fu Feng shaking him repeatedly didn't help. He forced his eyes open, enduring the triple debuff.

“Talk if you want, but please stop shaking me. I'm begging you...”

Fu Feng looked thoroughly confused. “When did I shake you?”

Lu Yan turned his head and realized Fu Feng was standing five paces away. The man wouldn't play a joke like that on him right now.

Lu Yan felt his body sway again. This time, even Fu Feng felt it. He hadn't fully regained his balance yet, and the sudden tremor almost made him fall.

“Holy crap, it's an earthquake!” Stopping himself from lying down, Fu Feng immediately opened his artifact chest. Over a hundred glowing magic artifacts flew out, forming a barrier around the area to block the falling rocks.

Lu Yan's lips twitched as he watched the stream of magic artifacts flying out from behind Fu Feng, each of which was at least high-grade Profound Rank.

He felt like his life was flashing before his eyes. How was he seeing a real-life Gilgamesh? But he snapped out of it in a tenth of a second.

Earthquake, shit!

Eight dark-iron stones instantly flew from his storage bag, weaving together into a rectangular prism in mid-air before slamming into the ground, emitting a dim golden light.

“Unyielding Fortification!”

A golden shield instantly enveloped several people nearby.

Fu Feng glanced at Lu Yan, thinking to himself that he truly deserved to be called a Sect-Guarding Holy Son. Setting up a formation instantly was quite impressive.

Under the shockwaves emitted by the dark-gold stone pillar, the falling rocks were pulverized into dust and tiny pebbles, raining down on their heads.

It didn't cause any harm, but it left everyone covered in dust. Fu Feng wiped the grime off his mask. Alright, he took back his compliment. It would have been better if he had blocked it himself...

Lu Yan rubbed his nose in embarrassment. That was the only small-scale defensive formation he knew. What else could he do? The rest of his repertoire consisted of either single-target barriers or spell-defense formations. This was the only viable option...

Fu Feng fanned away the dust in front of him. The earthquake wasn't much of a threat to the pipes. They were made of Celestial Crystal Glass, which was beautiful, heat-resistant, and highly durable.

What? You say this stuff has low yield?

Go tell that to the strict father of the periodic table of elements—Fu Feng's mysterious cultivation technique. With a few swings of his hammer, he could treat the periodic table like a pack of firecrackers.

If he wanted to, he could easily crash the mortals' precious metal system and bring the entire cultivation world's economy to its knees.

Having witnessed Fu Feng's mysterious technique firsthand, Lu Yan knew exactly how much destructive potential he possessed. If Fu Feng put his mind to converting iron into silver, within half a month...

...a single steamed bun would cost fifty taels of silver.

Fortunately, Fu Feng was obsessed with forging and had no interest in such matters. Besides, even mortals had started using spirit stones, so there was no risk of him becoming a failed student turned dictator.

Fortunately, it was a success. The golden-red energy slurry poured endlessly from the massive breach. A brand-new, giant Celestial Crystal Glass pipe had been fitted over it. After the expansion, the flow rate had increased by at least half of its original volume.

Fu Feng didn't look entirely satisfied; he had hoped to double the energy supply. But at least there was a noticeable increase.

Deducting the cost of activating the Heaven Rank magic artifact and installing the new equipment, it would only take about half a year to break even and recoup the losses.

He stared at the heart as it endlessly spewed golden-red slurry, seeing it as an inexhaustible treasure trove. What he couldn't see, however, was that the earthquake had not ended.

Starting from this very spot, it rippled outward, spreading continuously. It reached the edges of the world, extending to the boundary where the continent met the sky. The entire world trembled because of his expansion.