Limitless Cultivation: I Can Master Every Profession!

Chapter 14: Getting to Work

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This was what everyone had thought, but seeing the relaxed expression on Zhu Rong's face, they couldn't help but feel a little doubt.

Finally, Zhu Rong handed his token to the boy at the table and walked out of the room, not caring about the expressions of the others.

He had taken less than three minutes total to complete all the tests, the remaining three minutes were mostly pauses between one test and the next.

He had finished the final test just as quickly, and upon seeing the flawless result, the examiner asked if he had a master, or if he intended to find one.

He nearly burst out laughing, tempted to say that no one was more suited than himself to teach him, but managed to keep his composure and politely declined the other party's offer.

That said, it wasn't as if he left without any benefits.

He didn't know whether it was because he had passed the test with full marks or for some other reason,

but he received a token from the examiner, one that would allow him to access a workshop for as long as he wanted.

It was known that even Adept-ranked Inscriptionists didn't have this privilege, only those at Expert rank or higher could have a personal workshop.

This wasn't exactly a personal room either, but since there was no longer any time limit restraining him, it wasn't much different from one.

'Well, it wasn't a wasted trip after all,' he thought as he immediately handed the token to the elderly man at the registration counter and headed straight for the workshop.

He had left the mold wrapped in a cloth in a designated section earlier,

so he retrieved it, and went straight to work on it.

He had barely an hour left and knew that with his current cultivation level, it would take some time here, so he needed to hurry if he wanted to make it back in time.

The room was small, just big enough to hold everything necessary for engrave runes.

Considering that the inscription he needed to make wasn't too complicated and didn't require sophisticated tool tools,

this room was more than enough for him.

He entered and shut the door behind him, finally placing a tag with the room's number into a specially carved slot in the wall beside the door.

The moment he set the tag in place, a series of symbols and lines lit up.

This was a low-grade formation array that served to soundproof the room, allowing the work inside to proceed smoothly while preventing any disturbance to the outside environment.

He immediately moved over to the dark wooden table on the far side of the room and placed the large metal mold on top of it.

"Now then, let's see what we have here."

He shifted his attention to a wall mounted rack holding various tools, studying them for a moment before selecting a few.

He picked out a series of inscription tools of different sizes, all made from tempered metal, perfect for etching into metallic surfaces.

Normally, for low-level, it was recommended to first prepare the runic matrix on a separate scroll and use it as a guide to engrave directly onto the object.

But for more experienced Inscriptionists, there was no need for this step,

they could visualize the final diagram directly in their minds and inscribe it onto the object without hesitation.

This was precision work where theoretical knowledge alone wasn't enough.

If an inexperienced person used tools of the wrong size or hardness, they would only end up ruining everything.

Zhu Rong, however, grabbed the tools and without a moment's hesitation, began working on the piece of metal.

Light tapping sounds could be heard as he traced lines and engraved various symbols onto the surface.

The smooth, practiced movements of his hands would lead anyone watching to believe they were looking at an experienced Inscriptionist with years of experience.

But if they knew that the person engraving wasn't anyone else but a young man, they would be left speechless, their view of the world thrown into question.

If Chen Shuwe were to witness this scene, he would surely start wondering whether this young man wasn't actually some hidden expert disguising himself as a young boy.

He would probably laugh at himself if he thought back to the moment he'd offered to take the boy as his disciple.

He kept carving without ever stopping, moving from one rune to the next, gradually creating the small runic array that would enchant this mold.

After nearly forty minutes of relentless work, he finally completed the array that ran along the edges of the mold.

This mold was almost a meter and a half long and about forty centimeters wide, just enough to forge four blades at once.

The array was entirely designed for the production of double-edged blades within the mold, and its function wasn't limited to preventing imperfections that could form inside the metal as it cooled,

it also ensured an even and much faster cooling process.

If an iron blade would normally need fifteen to thirty minutes to cool down, with this mold it would be ready for further work in less than ten.

He quickly made the final adjustments and, once finished, he set the tools aside and looked at his work.

"Hmph, I could've done better," he muttered, though his expression showed a trace of happiness.

Who would've thought he'd find joy in completing work of this kind?

His only regret was that he couldn't automate this item, doing so would've required a far more advanced array and much higher-quality materials.

For now, this was like a machine ready to be used for the most basic of tasks, and as such, it needed a power source.

He had arranged the energy lines connecting the various runes of the array so that they started from one end of the mold, ran along the entire perimeter, and returned to the starting point.

And at this starting point was a small cavity, the spot meant to hold the energy source, a spiritual stone.

Currently, spiritual stones weren't exactly within easy reach for him, nor for the old iron shop.

So he'd made it so it could also be powered by infusing it with Qi from a cultivator.

It was a rought and inefficient method, but given what little they had, there wasn't much he could do.

Without wasting any more time, he picked up the mold, wrapped it in the piece of cloth he'd used earlier, and left the chamber.

Curfew was approaching, and he had just enough time to deliver the item.

"Haa… running around at this hour at my age… tch, this world's too unfair," he grumbled as he left the pavilion.

The elder at the counter, who was also getting ready to close up, overheard what the boy said and couldn't help but wear a blank expression.

'At your age? You little brat, why do you talk like you're my age?

Even I don't complain that much.'