The atmosphere suddenly turned eerie.

Everyone watched the scene with a sense of horror.

No one expected this world's process of cultivators switching roles, planting spiritual roots, and opening three flowers... to be quite bizarre.

Looking at their companion's death, the other blacksmiths became serious and analyzed it rationally:

"A bit terrifying."

"The main thing is the expressions and movements, vividly depicting despair, sadness, pain, and struggle, especially well executed."

"But then again, this crazy death narrative is quite flavorful."

"Indeed, can't deny they make us study, the planner must be well-read, really literary."

"For example, this line: [Plant the spirit root to enjoy freedom, break free from the head cage for liberty]... Can a million-dollar-tier copywriter write such flavorful plot dialogue?"

"It's all in the details."

"The last time I got this thrilled was with some butter's defeat lines and exit animation; this game's defeat exit animation is no simple feat. I actually watched it with relish, the design and atmosphere are superb."

"Heh, we young people sure have good health, reciting lines, and falling asleep right after."

...

Generally, scholars and Confucian scholars encountering scenes of violent deaths while opening immortal gates would only feel fear.

Which could affect morale, gradually losing confidence, leading to failure rates skyrocketing during the process of the three flowers opening themselves.

But these people are different.

They, the Fourth Heavenly Disaster, are inherently "rational" about death.

Fear and reverence?

Morale plummeting?

Such concepts don't exist at all for them.

They are analyzing the root of the weird world and the essence of the cultivation system from a bystander perspective over and over.

In fact, some CG collection maniacs even want to die a few more times to see if they can collect all the [exit lines] and [death animations], studying how many golden lines have been designed?

Precisely because of such a carefree mindset, they are surely more likely to open the immortal gates and become cultivators.

[Dizzy]: "We should encounter this every time we switch roles, shouldn't we? Speaking of which, it must be some kind of thing possessing us and going crazy. What's the working principle behind this?"

[Food God]: "I know this! What programmers don't know, this chef does."

[Shao Chaikun]: "Your Honor, you understand the King? You know the principle again?"

[Food God]: "Directly cut off your connection, intermittently network connection, then swap AI to control your body, let out ghostly cries, twist your waist and lift your butt, let's be bold,

maybe the dog planner personally came online, took control of your body, chattering away, performing a set of Lightning Five-Chain Whip, shaking their hips, acting divine, acting mad, letting go of themselves."

Indeed, Food God is a genius in descriptions.

Not only cooking is quite vivid, but speaking also immediately has imagery.

If all those dog planners came over to perform personally, jumped on to play god, their corporate culture would certainly be quite free-spirited!

This is probably about covering your face, not fearing social death, and being able to let your true self fly carefree?

"I believe it, secretly possessed letting your true self fly, suits Green Hat Manor's characteristics!" Everyone discussed, and the topic drifted further, while another blacksmith from the Three Flowers Team stood up from afar, looking eerie,

"Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, Three Souls and Three Flowers, flowers bloom to see me!"

"Ten years of cold windows, flowers bloom to see me!!"

He roared, "Immortal Gate, Immortal Gate!!"

The chatting blacksmiths saw another one went mad, one bold person hesitated for a few seconds, but still boldly ran over in servitude and asked:

"Dear planner, don't shout till you're exhausted, do you need a sip of water before reciting lines?"

The madman paused for a moment, then continued roaring, suddenly slumped to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"Was the planner scared off by you guys?"

Eventually, they couldn't figure it out, just felt that today's manor was unusually lively.

Whether it's the planners or some leftover muddy qi possessing, all in all, guests had come.

During this manor celebration, guests came bustling in, which wasn't bad, quite as lively as the market down the mountain.

...

In a more distant place.

Su Yuniang watched the scene silently from the window of the steward's room, analyzing this plot:

"Is this the door-opening kill? Our fatality rate is too high; we modern people studied for over ten years and have a foundation, not like those unenlightened, unlettered people, but didn't expect the success criteria to be so strict."

Jiucai Rong shook his head, instead appearing quite optimistic:

"We've actually done quite well; most people managed to open two flowers—essence and qi flowers, while the divine flower is the hardest, most likely to be bewitched, but it's just one step away."

Honestly, this scene was a bit frightening.

The concept of planting a literal spiritual root on one's head to cultivate immortality is quite explosive in the whole immortal cultivation novel genre.

"Speaking of which, a proper sword-casting game, why are there so many messy things between heaven and earth?"

Watching the tragic sacrifice situation in the distance, Su Yuniang pondered:

"These possessions are the resentment of past failures between heaven and earth, accumulating more and more; opening an immortal gate may become increasingly difficult, won't the immortal path be cut off in the future?"

"Wait a minute! Don't tell me the damn game developers set it up this way, making a job transfer intentionally difficult to force us into spending money?"

"On the other hand, maybe it's a foreshadowing. Could it be that the upcoming plot is about how the Immortal Path becomes hard to open as the End of Dharma Era arrives?"

"Our blacksmith shop is updating the version and transitioning from the Immortal Myth Era to the next Civilization Period? From crafting Magical Artifacts to other categories? Soul Artifacts? Mechanical Artifacts? Evil Artifacts? Ghost Artifacts? Changing with the evolution of heaven and earth? That might actually be pretty interesting."

Uh, what??

Jiucai Rong was a bit shocked.

Thought this person's imagination was quite quirky, definitely someone interesting to chat with, no wonder she has so many fans listening to her idle talk.

Anyway, in the office, there are many random chats, and some explanations regarding this as well.

Jiucai Rong said, "The Immortal Path won't be cut off! Otherwise, it wouldn't fit the greatest era, heard that every 150 years, the stars in the sky and the Sun and Moon cleanse the muddy Qi between heaven and earth."

Primarily, in this era, there are many like Demon Man who slaughter civilians to form Spirit Manors, resulting in various grievances spreading.

The large-scale cleaning doesn't last a few years before it reoccurs.

"Then, it won't lead to the End of Dharma Era, what is this muddy Qi setting supposed to achieve?"

Su Yuniang pondered for a moment:

"I'm firmly convinced that nothing is set without purpose; everything in this world must serve the main storyline of Sword Casting Manor - forging!"

"Let's reverse engineer the cause and effect; thus, this 'muddy Qi' must help in sword casting? For instance, some hidden gameplay, gathering muddy Qi from heaven and earth for sword casting? Belonging to a forging category?"

"Muddy Qi is quite like a radio signal!"

"Shouldn't we research a radio receiver in Sword Casting Manor to absorb all these folks back there, guiding them to find a home in Blade, Spear, Sword and Halberd? Bury them for peace?"

Jiucai Rong's mouth twitched.

What a talent.

What a peace through burial!

Su Yuniang's imagination always blindsides people.

While Jiucai Rong was somewhat tempted, Su Yuniang pressed further at the opportune moment:

"How about it? Want to invest the Green Hat Manor funds into this forging project? Later, when we open Three Flowers to absorb muddy Qi, we can strike directly on the heads of these scholars."

"With the scholars' heads of Three Flowers serving as the 'Forging Platform', taking the chance to absorb muddy Qi, invite 'gentlemen' into the urn, it must be superb! As is widely known, weapons must have scholarly credentials to sell for a decent price."

"The scholars' heads as the forging platform for Three Flowers is clearly a new genre!"

Jiucai Rong thought about it and found it a bit peculiar and intimidating, imagining the scholars hearing this would exclaim, quite fiercely.

This Forging Platform is obviously one-time use!

No matter whether Three Flowers is opened or not, your head will be hammered into a concussion.

Yet this seems like a new niche?

After all, outside blacksmiths can't hammer the heads of scholars who are opening Three Flowers, can they?

Would other scholars tolerate it?

This is their critical moment of turning the tide after years of rigorous study, leaping like carp over Dragon Gate, they'd fight with you in earnest!

"Seems like only we can do this; shall we try it out then?" Jiucai Rong hesitated for a moment, tempted but quickly shook his head: "But not now."

Meanwhile, "Dizzy", who was secretly eavesdropping outside the office, was terrified by what he heard.

Over the past days, he had realized something.

He suspected he might have a protagonist's life chart, having transmigrated! Transmigrated to the otherworld.

As an old veteran of novels, this plot where one transmigrates through games is too hackneyed.

Now, he was caught in a perilous situation.

Ever since his transmigration, there was only him living in the manor, while all other companion players turned into ghosts.

They were wary of him, sometimes congregating behind him, pointing and chuckling weirdly, secretly plotting, uttering hungry, fixated sounds with drooling mouths.

The atmosphere was exceptionally creepy!

They might be planning to eat him.

At this moment, he decided to write down "Manor's Ghost Blacksmith Observation Diary," documenting their crimes to report to the old supervisor afterward.

People have studied earnestly for so many years, opened Three Flowers risking their lives, and yet they want to worsen the blow by hammering on people's heads? Turning it into an industry?

The scene already appeared in "Dizzy's" mind:

Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, as muddy Qi shrouds their bodies, seeing someone Duang~Duang~ hammering joyfully atop their heads while singing, muddy Qi would more likely be scared away!

Terrifying.

This scene is too terrifying!

Indeed, he had transmigrated, that night in the manor, they all turned into murderous ghosts!~

He silently jotted down in his little notebook, sighing inside.

Alas, it's a pity I've transmigrated to the otherworld, otherwise I'd post for help:

Urgent! Transmigrated to this terrifying unknown otherworld, captured by demon men in the mountains for blacksmithing, working, though they still provide wages. What should I do?

"Dizzy" suddenly laid hands on Ning Zheng's former transmigration template, becoming the second transmigrator protagonist.

He began his career as a bullied blacksmith under their supervisor.