Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

Chapter 1211 616: Rush Order

Just like what Aignu just experienced.

For a student as talented as Ji Jue—there's really no need to spell things out too clearly. You start something, and he gets the idea. You point out a direction, and he can grasp the key point. You give a little hint, and he can follow the clues to the core.

Like now.

As a representative of Sea Tide Military Industry, Ji Jue's assignment to Central Earth isn't a secret at all.

As a teacher, how could Ye Xian not know?

At the same time, as a teacher... how could Ye Xian not know the nature of this rascal Ji Jue?

At this moment, when she asked, 'You in Central Earth,' as a student, Ji Jue should understand her meaning.

—Did you cause all that chaos in White Country?

"...."

Ji Jue stayed silent, instinctively turned up the air conditioning in Little Ox and Horse, wiped the sweat off, and nodded obediently.

A straightforward response as well:

"Yes."

So, it was the other end's turn to be silent.

For a long, long time, there was only a regretful sigh of 'why didn't I finish you off sooner.'

You rascal, you really know how to stir things up!

And you stirred up something huge!

White Country is truly unfortunate, how long has it been? Has it been a month? 'Peaceful days' haven't lasted long before this rascal blew everything up.

Several times, Ye Xian wanted to say something but stopped.

In the end, those words remained unsaid.

Would saying them even help?

Wouldn't help at all!

Better to save some energy for herself.

So, Ye Xian's question became very simple, "…Haven't done anything disgraceful, have you?"

Ji Jue, wiping sweat, perfectly understood this too.

After all, when it comes to craftsmen's affairs, everyone knows, if it comes down to it, they'll do whatever, whether it's disgraceful to the ancestors or not.

Moreover, the extreme skill level in their line of succession is absurdly high. From the Heavenly Furnace to Jian Yuan to Ye Xian, and then to Ji Jue, none of them are pushovers.

So, the standard for whether something is disgraceful isn't what you did, but rather... whether you've been discovered!

To this, Ji Jue replied without hesitation, decisively:

"No!"

Didn't leave any trace or clue, it won't involve him, and definitely won't implicate his mentor.

Though other things are hard to say, when it comes to committing crimes and hiding traces, he's highly skilled!

To this, Ji Jue can guarantee beyond 100%. After all, when going out, he prides himself on the most important virtue as a student, which is not to mention the teacher if he gets into trouble—the speed of Divine Cutting, even the Heavenly Furnace approves!

"That's good then."

Ye Xian understood, skipping the hassle of cleaning up after the student, saving a few classes of Spiritual Defense Class too.

No, perhaps those should still be added.

Not for any reason, just itchy hands.

And while Ji Jue was wiping sweat, anxiously waiting for the teacher's judgment, he heard the instructions on the other end: "Since you're at it, do me a favor too and save me some trouble."

"Okay!"

Ji Jue immediately breathed a sigh of relief, perked up: "Anything for you, teacher!"

"No need for you to go through fire and water, if the master has something, the apprentice should take it. There's an order I couldn't take, since you're so 'free,' why not focus your efforts on something 'proper,' and do the work a craftsman should."

Before the words fell, Ji Jue's phone buzzed.

A message from Ye Chun appeared on the screen.

As a student, Ji Jue's workshop and Ye Xian's Tide Sound use the same spiritual authentication methods and workflow, everything is of the same specification, any engineering and work can almost seamlessly transition and connect.

What was sent over was an order and verification, and the client is located in Tower City.

For the specific demands, Ye Xian's assessment is grade A, slightly challenging for Ji Jue but not troublesome.

The price is zero.

No money, working for free.

And rightly so.

With the relationship between Ji Jue and Ye Xian, a student helping a teacher with something, is there a need to charge? That's turning things upside down, absolutely unnecessary.

The only troublesome part is the urgency, but Ji Jue's projects are all progressing steadily, not afraid of urgent work, just consider it an assignment, something to do along the way.

"Alright, teacher, leave it to me!"

Ji Jue confidently assured: "No matter the client's requirements, I guarantee it'll be done beautifully for you!"

"Hopefully."

Ye Xian hung up the phone.

Ten minutes later, Ji Jue saw the ordering client at the entrance of the workshop.

Instinctively, his vision went dark.

Only then did he realize, this can't be handled beautifully...

"Oh my, Mr. Ji, you've finally returned?"

The client rubbed his hands, wrinkles all over his face squeezed together, smiling like an old chrysanthemum: "With Mr. Ji back, the order is set, with Mr. Ji back, the work is done!

This time I'll have to trouble you..."

"Get lost, I don't have time!"

Ji Jue instinctively wanted to close the door, but a foot was forcibly wedged into the gap, jamming it, and then the client's old face squeezed in through the door, grinning broadly showing two big gold teeth: "Don't be like that, Mr. Ji, as the saying goes, 'A meeting of gold and jade dewdrops surpasses countless encounters,' even if not for our shared interest in alchemy, you should remember the fun times we've had..."

"Sorry, I've never found doing alchemy joyful!"

Ji Jue lifted his foot, fiercely kicking this rascal out, yet couldn't move him.

It was as if he had taken root, impossible to shake off or drive away!

Just seeing that old face and his distinctive hat made Ji Jue feel more terrified than seeing a hundred thousand wolves!

Who could it be?

Who else could it be?!

The Marvelous Old Deng Bao Dacai from the dream of days gone by!

No, it should be said that Nirvana's core backbone, a former registered master of the Association, now one of the world's top-ranked terrorists——

——Fan Qian!!!

The adhesive-like stickiness reappears, he somehow squeezed in, clinging to him, unable to shake off, provoking Ji Jue to anger: "Why aren't you dead yet, old geezer!"

Fan Qian cackled: "If I die, who will report you to the Association!"

"Go report then! See who believes you! Should I help you dial the Punishment Team's number? Let's see who dies then, you or me!"

"Believe it or not, I might go find Jian Yuan and tell him where you are?"

Old Deng grinned: "It's said that the Craftsman Grandmaster has been doing well recently, suddenly having many black pots on his head, so he's quite interested in some novices."

Ji Jue's vision darkened with anger.

Nirvana, avoid sticking to me!!!

In the end, he still opened the door and let them in.

No choice, even if Ji Jue didn't care for old sentiments, this was a task sent by his teacher; could he really refuse it?

Now he finally understood what it meant for a disciple to serve loyally.

Indeed, very loyal!

Especially since it wasn't just one person who came.

Just as Old Deng was pestering him, an elderly aunt with white hair casually strolled through his workshop, cigar in mouth, as if on a shopping trip.

She casually remarked: "As a showpiece, it's indeed quite realistic."

"Presumptuous!"

Ji Jue rolled his eyes: "Mine is the real deal, why say it's fake?"

"Isn't there a chance that what you're playing with now is just the leftovers of what your teacher played with back then?" The aunt flicked ash into a self-brought ashtray, clicking her tongue in admiration: "Who would've thought, a few years gone, the former apprentice has grown to such a level."

"Ah, excuse me, you are..." Ji Jue scrutinized her, uncertain: "Who might you be?"

"You probably don't remember me, things were quite chaotic back then."

The aunt smiled slightly: "After all, it was the major scene of the edge of transformation sword slashing Saints, so missing some details is normal."

And once again, Ji Jue was completely stunned.

Totally.

At this point, could he not know who came in with Fan Qian?

The former iconic figure of Nirvana, who appeared briefly during the Mercury Rift Realm and then vanished, now the most wanted terrorist in the present world, who recently sent the Emperor to the ICU with her own hands — [White Owl]!!!

Ji Jue sighed helplessly.

Truly doesn't want to talk.

God bless him, he is a proper craftsman, how did his workshop become the den of major threats?

"Speak up, what is it?"

He poured himself a glass of water, coldly: "Don't expect to build relationships, it's just a teacher's task, finish and leave quickly."

"See, I told you, right?"

Fan Qian nibbling on some unknown dried fruit, laughed heartily: "This kid, tough-mouthed but his hands can't help reaching towards Nirvana.

He's naturally suited for this!"

White Owl smiled amiably, soothingly: "Don't be nervous, it's just a routine weapon customization, previously your teacher always prepared these for me, but alas, these years after she left, most of the stock has been used up.

This time I left in a rush, didn't bring any, temporarily needs your Tide Sound expertise."

That's precisely why he's nervous!

Ji Jue seemingly lost the will to live, rolled his eyes, who knows what his weapons will be used for by them!

If later Fan Yun mysteriously dies, and the weapons found at the scene are engraved with 'Ji Jue handmade', wouldn't he unknowingly be tagged as part of Nirvana?

Hmm, thinking this way, although a bit unfortunate, it's also considered a good end?

He reached out, five fingers splayed, towards White Owl: "Request list, hand it over."

"No list, not that complicated."

White Owl replied with a smile: "I want an Empire's B87 type rifle, standard bolt, grip with white waxwood veneer, no scope, with standard tripod —"

Rattled off a series of requirements like reciting a menu.

Ji Jue was dumbfounded.

Indeed, not complicated, even simpler than most clients, just by the setup one can tell this old lady is definitely a pro, imagine how smooth it will be in use!

The configuration is impeccable, Ji Jue finds no room for optimization.

But the key is...

"Just this?"

Ji Jue frowned, such simple requirements, you come to me, can't buy it?

Even if you can't buy it, you have a master right next to you!

Fan Qian, speak up!

Damn, did you really fall to this extent?

Ji Jue glanced at the seed-chewing Old Deng, irritably questioning: "Such simple work, can't you do it?"

Fan Qian shrugged, indifferent: "Marvelous Alchemy has weaknesses, especially in this area."

White Owl continued smiling, exhaled a puff of blue smoke, calmly spoke: "Because my requirements are higher, Fan Qian simply can't meet them."

"And what requirements could there be?"

Ji Jue chuckled, an eighty-year-old classic bolt-action rifle, there are ways for embellishments or to make it glow in all seven colors.

"Precision."

White Owl laughed: "I want absolute precision."

"No absolute."

Ji Jue apathetically resisted such layman demands: "There's no 'absolute' in alchemy, no one has ever clearly stated what absolute precision means."

"Which is why your teacher sent us to find you."

White Owl looked at him, full of anticipation:

"How precise can you be?"

Ji Jue was silent.

For this one question, there was no answer.

He didn't know.