Gao Wu: My freshman internship was a battle on the front lines.

Chapter 130 Ye Feng, you should leave now!

"Call me Grandpa, what are you standing there for?" Ouyang Nan's tone was very impatient.

Ouyang Tian's tears fell immediately, but he dared not cry out loud.

He knew his grandfather's temper all too well; if he cried out loud, his grandfather would beat him up on the spot.

That would only make him look even more pathetic!

He regrets it now!

Why did we have to come to the Taoist temple today?

Why not go to Jumanlou for drinks?

Wouldn't it be better to go to Chunxiang Pavilion to watch the pretty girls dance?

But he dared not disobey his grandfather.

With tears in his eyes, he called out in a voice barely above a whisper, "Grandpa...Grandpa..."

Ye Feng looked at Ouyang Tian's frustrated face, suppressed his laughter, and nodded seriously.

"My dear grandson." Ouyang Tian almost fainted.

He swore he had never suffered such humiliation in his life.

But he dared not retaliate, because his grandfather was standing beside him glaring at him.

Ouyang Nan ignored his grandson and moved closer to Ye Feng with a fawning smile on his face.

This is a seventh-level mental energy master, the dean of a branch of the Dao Academy, and a grandmaster of weapon crafting.

With a fawning smile on her face, she spoke to Ye Feng.

"Young friend Ye Feng, there's something wrong with the weapon-refining process you just described. Could you explain it in more detail? I've only ever known weapon-refining my whole life; I don't know anything else. I would be extremely grateful if you could give me some pointers."

Xiong Chumo and Cheng Daxiong exchanged a glance, both seeing the same expression in each other's eyes.

That was shock and speechlessness.

Xiong Chumo had followed Ouyang Nan for over a decade and had never seen his master treat anyone with such courtesy.

He didn't even respect his master, who was a seventh-rank city lord of Shanhe Prefecture.

Not to mention a city lord who isn't even at the sixth rank.

Ye Feng didn't keep them in suspense; he picked up a half-finished wolf-shaped puppet from the table.

"Brother Ouyang, the biggest problem with your weapon-refining process is..." He pointed to the spirit array structure inside the puppet.

"Inscribing spirit arrays is too time-consuming. It takes one person several days to inscribe hundreds of spirit arrays, one by one, without sleep, even for the most skilled weapon refiner. Is it possible to break these spirit arrays down?"

"Split up?" Ouyang Nan's eyes widened suddenly. "You mean break a complete spirit array into several parts and have different people inscribe them separately?"

Ye Feng nodded.

Ouyang Nan's expression changed from blank to thoughtful, and from thoughtful to shocked.

He took the wolf-shaped puppet from Ye Feng's hand, placed it on the worktable, and stared at the spirit array structure inside the puppet for a long time.

He had never had such an idea before.

He treated each tool as a complete "life".

From design to completion, every step must be done personally.

But Ye Feng was right.

Those spirit arrays are repeated in many places.

Defensive formations, attack formations, speed formations, and reconnaissance formations can all be broken down into independent small formation groups.

"Can this... be dismantled?" Ouyang Nan's voice was somewhat hoarse.

His spirit arrays were all supplemented from the "Three Hundred Chapters on Weapon Refining".

Completing the task had already consumed a great deal of his time and energy.

Where would we find the time to think about disassembly and optimization?

"Okay," Ye Feng said.

"Take this heavily armored golem as an example."

He picked up a spirit array pen from the workbench and began to inscribe on a blank spirit array board.

He quickly finished carving several spirit arrays.

The original complete spirit array was broken down into four independent smaller array groups: defense, attack, speed, and exploration.

Ouyang Nan quickly went over, picked up the spirit array board, and probed it with his spiritual power to carefully verify it. The more he looked, the brighter his eyes became.

Each of the four smaller arrays that were split up can operate independently.

This means that they can be made by four different weapon refiners simultaneously.

They do not interfere with each other, nor do they depend on each other.

Ouyang Nan said excitedly.

"Efficiency will increase by at least four times!"

Ouyang Tian, ​​who had been listening nearby, finally found a "loophole" to refute and immediately jumped out to speak.

"What's the use of that? If we split it into four array clusters, what about the energy cores? It would consume four fifth-tier energy cores. The cost of four fifth-tier energy cores is much higher than that of one fifth-tier core."

"Fool." Ouyang Nan looked at his grandson with disappointment.

Disappointment was evident in his eyes.

"That's precisely our biggest advantage!"

Ouyang Nan pointed to the four small formations that Ye Feng had drawn and began to explain them to his grandson one by one.

"Look at this defensive array. It has high requirements for the energy core; a high-level core is necessary."

"But look at this detection array; it consumes very little energy, so there's no need for a fifth-tier core. A second-tier core is enough."

"The same applies to attack arrays and speed arrays; different tiers of cores are used depending on their energy consumption requirements. This avoids waste and saves a significant amount on material costs."

Ouyang Tianneng became the top student in the Dao Academy's weapon crafting department at the age of twenty-five. He wasn't really stupid; he just hadn't broken out of his established mindset.

Upon hearing his grandfather's explanation, he quickly grasped the key logic.

His smugness vanished instantly, replaced by a look of shame.

His face turned bright red, and he lowered his head, not daring to look his grandfather in the eye.

Ouyang Nan stopped cursing his grandson and turned to look at Ye Feng.

"Young friend Ye Feng, please continue."

Ye Feng continued:

"Besides increased efficiency and reduced costs, there is an even greater benefit—quality."

Ouyang Nan's eyes lit up again.

"The main gun's charging speed?" He thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

Ye Feng didn't keep them in suspense and got straight to the point.

"Yes, the four arrays after being split up operate independently without interfering with each other. The charging speed is increased by at least three times. On the battlefield, this could be the difference between life and death."

Ouyang Nan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and after a long while opened them, looking at Ye Feng with a look full of emotion.

He had lived for nearly seventy years and spent almost sixty years on the path of weapon forging, believing that he had reached a very high position.

He only realized today what it means to have mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people.

"Young friend Ye Feng," Ouyang Nan's attitude became even more polite.

"Your guidance has been immensely helpful. I wonder if you would be willing to stay at the academy and teach us unworthy students?"

"I don't have time to give lectures," Ye Feng said with a smile.

"However, if Brother Ouyang is interested, he can go and take a look at Jiangcheng."

"Jiangcheng?"

"Yes, Jiangcheng. I plan to set up a weapon-refining factory in Jiangcheng to mass-produce spiritual weapons using an assembly line method. When that happens, Brother Ouyang is welcome to come and give me guidance."

Ouyang Nan's eyes lit up.

Artifacts are produced on assembly lines and in batches.

Things he never dared to imagine before are now being said by a young man who is not even twenty years old.

But he believed it.

Ouyang Nan laughed, a hearty laugh.

"Good! Good! Good!" he said three times in a row.

"After the performance review meeting, I will definitely go to Jiangcheng to take a look. Young friend Ye Feng, please don't find me annoying then."

Ye Feng said with a smile.

"Welcome!"

Ouyang Nan laughed loudly.

Ouyang Tian watched his grandfather laughing like that, and felt a mix of emotions.

He remembered that he had just mocked Ye Feng as a "country bumpkin".

Now that "country bumpkin" is on friendly terms with his grandfather.

He remembered that he had just been forced to call Ye Feng "Grandpa".

Ye Feng's "My dear grandson".

He truly listened and internalized it.

He will never forget that sound in his life.

The atmosphere in the Taoist temple's production workshop has completely changed.

The way those weapon refiners looked at Ye Feng changed from initial disdain to admiration.

There's no way around it; in this era, the strong are always admired.

Ye Feng is a master in the field of weapon crafting.

Moreover, he is the strongest among the strong, someone even their dean calls "young friend".

Ye Feng sheathed the newly forged Saint-grade superior Soul-Slaying Longsword and walked towards the workshop entrance.

"Brother Ouyang, farewell."

Ouyang Nan stood at the workshop entrance, watching Ye Feng's departing figure.

"Xiong Chumo." His voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely solemn.

"Disciple is here," Xiong Chumo replied quickly.

"Treat this friend of yours well, or you'll lose him somewhere else," Ouyang Nan said slowly.

"I understand, disciple."

Ouyang Nan turned and walked back to the workshop, speaking to the weapon refiners around him as he went.

"What are you all standing there for? Did you all see Ye Feng's weapon-forging process clearly? If you didn't see it clearly, go watch the recording!"

"Xiong Chumo, send a copy of the video recording on your phone to the Taoist Academy's internal database. Encrypt it, at the highest level."

Ouyang Tian followed behind his grandfather, not daring to say a word.

He now only hopes that Ye Feng will leave Shanhe Prefecture City and return to Jiangcheng as soon as possible.

Once Ye Feng leaves, his grandfather will be able to return to normal.

But what I never expected was...

That evening, he saw the person he least wanted to see again.