Chapter 014: Monster Workshop

The ghostly attendant shook his head slightly, refusing Wang Bo.

Wang Bo was not discouraged and continued, “I know my behavior is somewhat abrupt, but I can make it up to you, Brother Ghostly Attendant. Whatever you need, just say it, and I will do my utmost without hesitation.”

The ghostly attendant smiled faintly and said, “You’ve misunderstood.”

“Misunderstood?” Wang Bo was taken aback.

“That’s right. This magic artifact of mine is exclusive to ghostly attendants; only we can activate it. Even if I lent it to you, you wouldn’t be able to use it.”

Wang Bo: …

Exclusive to ghostly attendants, huh.

He hadn’t expected that in ancient times, there would be an identity lock stronger than fingerprint locks, or perhaps a soul lock?

Wang Bo suddenly felt that ancient times might not be so backward after all—some things were more high-end than he had imagined. It seemed he absolutely could not view the xianxia world with old eyes.

But Wang Bo didn’t understand: if this thing couldn’t be used, why did you bring it out? To make me envious?

The ghostly attendant saw Wang Bo’s confusion and said, “You can’t use this, but the method of making it is not special. You can find a workshop that specializes in crafting magic artifacts and have them make one for you.”

“There are workshops in the human world that specialize in making magic artifacts?” Wang Bo was greatly surprised.

The ghostly attendant said, “Outside Yongzhou City in the human world, there is a Baoqing Workshop. It is a monster workshop that forges magic artifacts for both humans and monsters, renowned throughout the Three Realms.”

A monster workshop? Renowned throughout the Three Realms?

Wang Bo increasingly felt that this xianxia world was not simple. If he flaunted a million mechanical soldiers, would he really not attract the attention of immortals? Would he really not mess up?

At that moment, Wang Bo fell into deep uncertainty.

Fortunately, he was not a hesitant or sentimental person. He quickly composed himself, cupped his hands, and said, “Thank you, Brother Ghostly Attendant, for showing me the way.”

The ghostly attendant smiled faintly and said, “You’re welcome. To put it bluntly, I’m just like that slippery fortune-teller—I also want to form a bond with you. But rest assured, I definitely won’t reincarnate.”

He could tell that Wang Bo’s face darkened at the mention of reincarnation, so he explained in advance to avoid misunderstanding.

Hearing that both of them wanted to form a bond with him, Wang Bo grew curious and couldn’t help asking, “You all want to form a bond with me—why?”

The ghostly attendant laughed heartily and said, “You are not a cultivator, so you may not know. You are surrounded by merit and the blessings of countless people, with a faint trace of dragon aura. You must be a ruler of the human world.”

“Someone like you will either become an emperor or a sage.”

“If you become an emperor, being reborn as your son might make one the next emperor, ruling over the world.”

“If you choose not to be an emperor, you will surely be a sage reborn. Being your son means being born into wealth and honor, enjoying all the pleasures of the world.”

“That’s why that sly fortune-teller forced a bond with you.”

“Of course, I’m no exception. Forming a bond with you might come in handy someday.”

Wang Bo finally understood after hearing this.

Every time he captured a city, he ordered his soldiers to execute the most heinous criminals, distribute food, and restore the city’s vitality. He had saved countless lives, naturally earning the blessings of the people and accumulating merit.

Moreover, his million mechanical soldiers were invincible. As long as the immortals didn’t interfere, taking the world was as easy as reaching into his pocket.

It was not strange that a dragon aura faintly appeared.

But he himself lacked the Dharma eye to see these things. His yin-yang eye could only see ghosts; for other things, it fell short.

Wang Bo smiled faintly. He was not angered by the ghostly attendant’s frankness; instead, his goodwill increased. The other party was open and honest, and even if he concealed something, he had shown his sincerity.

Completely different from that sly fortune-teller.

Wang Bo cupped his hands and said politely, “It is my honor to form a bond with you, Brother Ghostly Attendant.”

The ghostly attendant laughed heartily, waved his hand, and said, “Since you understand everything, go back. The ghost market is ultimately a ghost market; it’s no place for a living person like you.”

With that, he formed a hand seal with his right hand, summoning a gust of wind. The door opened, and the wind swept around Wang Bo, seemingly intending to send him off.

But just then, an awkward thing happened.

The wind howled and swirled around Wang Bo, but no matter how it blew, it could not lift him up and send him away.

Ghostly attendant: …

Wang Bo: …

After a few seconds, Wang Bo suddenly understood and quickly said, “No need for you to see me off, Brother Ghostly Attendant. I’ll go now.”

With that, Wang Bo flew up and followed the wind out of Qunyu Workshop.

The ghostly attendant watched Wang Bo gradually disappear from his sight, then covered his face. “Damn, I misjudged.”

He had been really embarrassed just now.

On the other hand, Wang Bo rode the wind, flying over the ghost market. Unconsciously, the ghost market grew farther and farther away. When the wind subsided, Wang Bo found himself back in Yuzhou City.

Yuzhou City was still deathly silent. Every household had extinguished their lights, and the night had completely swallowed the town.

From a distance, it looked like a ghost town.

Wang Bo stood high above Yuzhou City, activated his yin-yang eye technique, and his eyes glowed faintly as he scanned the city back and forth several times, but found no trace of the fierce ghosts.

Clearly, these fierce ghosts were hiding deeper than he had imagined.

For now, Wang Bo could only place his hopes on the Soul-Locking Bell, hoping it would help him find the fierce ghosts.

So Wang Bo teleported to Yongzhou.

Although Yongzhou could not compare to ancient cities like Luoyang or Chang’an, since the establishment of Quanling Marquisate in 124 BC, it had a history of over a thousand years up to the present.

Of course, what made Yongzhou famous was the “Eight Records of Yongzhou” left by Liu Zongyuan, one of the Eight Great Prose Masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, when he was exiled there. This work had a significant impact on literary history.

It also allowed people to quickly understand Yongzhou.

But at this time, even Yongzhou, once prosperous, had been greatly affected by the general situation. The streets were full of beggars.

These were people who had fled to Yongzhou to escape the war in their hometowns.

However, since Yongzhou had not yet experienced war, it presented a fragmented picture.

The streets were covered with beggars, but there were also many wealthy merchants, elegantly dressed literati, and handsome scholars and ladies coming and going.

Many rich young masters paraded through the streets with their servants, all dressed in fine clothes, but they showed no regard for the beggars stretching out their hands for money.

The whole of Yongzhou seemed like a microcosm of the world.