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Chapter 1848 - 671: Fellow Daoist, What Realm Are You At?

Chapter 1848: Chapter 671: Fellow Daoist, What Realm Are You At?

A proud little fairy, how could her brain get fried?

Immortal Venerable Yuan Xia cast a disdainful side-eye at the speaking Heavenly River Court Chief. However, Yuan Xia couldn’t help but secretly lament that the path of artifact crafting did indeed test one’s talent. For example, neither she nor the Heavenly River Court Chief could really understand this design plan.

All those present were unaware that many of the Institute Heads actually had poor artifact crafting talent. Perhaps they could craft more powerful Immortal Artifacts, but that was because their realms were higher and they had access to more resources.

This was like Boss’s advanced mathematics in his previous life—some people struggled and couldn’t learn it at all, while others understood it at a glance.

It was hard to say whether this phenomenon occurred because Hiram Garden had declined, or whether it was the occurrence of this phenomenon that caused Hiram Garden to gradually decline.

Boss had a calm expression on his face, not worried that Charlotte would see through the "hidden door" Burning Hillock had left in this design.

Charlotte hadn’t really fried her brain. On the contrary, her high-efficiency brain usage resulted in a scene where mist steamed from her hair. In addition to being dumbfounded, the Refining Immortals from the two upper institutes felt genuine admiration for her.

Because they couldn’t do this.

At this point, all the Refining Immortals of the Upper Institute, including the two Institute Heads, had put away their arrogance and contempt, silently praising in their hearts: "There are actually hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the Lower Institute!"

After pushing herself like this for half a shichen (an hour), Charlotte, exhausted, finally gave up and shook her head: "I can’t see any problems with this plan. With my level of expertise, it’s perfect!"

The mouths of the two Upper Institute’s Refining Immortals gaped wide open. They admired Charlotte, and Charlotte was now willing to admit her inferiority. Didn’t that mean that this Tobe Maxwell was truly unreachable for all of them?

Tobe’s level was the kind that would leave them in the dust riding a thousand-mile horse, while they couldn’t even catch sight of the horse’s rear end. Well, Charlotte’s level was much higher; she should be able to see the horse’s rear.

As for Charlotte, after her own body heat had evaporated, her curly golden hair had straightened. Sweating profusely, her cheeks flushed and her complexion appeared healthy and beautiful. The surrounding Refining Immortals stared: This little girl was actually quite pretty- unlike those self-modified fairies, she had a natural beauty.

Master Tavares didn’t burst out laughing this time but had a satisfied and smug expression on his face. He glanced at his Refining Immortal subordinates, as if to say: Which of you arrogant ghosts dares to question the wisdom of my decision now?

Master Tavares pointed at Boss’s plan with his finger, "Learn well from this!" This time, no one objected.

...

The whole Hiram Garden was divided into four groups, each coming up with their own design plan. According to Master Hale’s arrangement, they would first compete and then combine their strengths to perfect the final design plan.

After all, the initial design time was too short, and everyone’s plans were just preliminary.

Master Hale hosted the preliminary competition. The group leaders stepped forward and each presented their design. When it was Master Tavares’ turn, he straightened his robe and said to everyone present: "I advise you all: Give up, so you don’t embarrass yourselves with your plans."

The crowd stirred, with voices of dissatisfaction buzzing like bees.

Master Tavares spoke up again, "I hope you don’t misunderstand me. I’m not targeting anyone specific. I’m just saying... in the world of artifact crafting, you’re all trash!"

Both King Primo and Spirit Record Fairy King were furious and jumped out to curse, "Even if you grabbed that kid, so what? You’re too arrogant!"

"How much of an impact can one person have in our Hiram Garden full of talents?"

"Our combined strength and sincere cooperation will generate a plan no worse than that kid’s!"

As the crowd’s emotions ran high, everyone shouted, "That’s right!" whilst Refining Immortals from the Primary Institute and Thought Institute secretly thought: These naïve fellows had never experienced true despair.

Master Hale frowned, then reprimanded Master Tavares, "Bring out your plan. When did you become so frivolous as to be so boastful without showing your plan?"

"Understood." Master Tavares dared not argue, and respectfully bowed to Master Hale. At the same time, a phantom golden light rose behind him, displaying Boss’s design plan.

Then, the murmurs of complaints lowered, and finally, King Primo couldn’t help but yell, "This is a victory for Golden Coin! Not the true power of the Primary Institute!"

"When did the Heaven Realm become so full of the smell of money?"

"My heart aches!"

As King Primo scolded, he silently withdrew his own design plan. There was simply no comparison: not only was the other plan better, but it was also very complete, as if it could be followed directly for artifact crafting. If they continued to compare, it would only invite humiliation.

The same went for the other two groups, who simply... wouldn’t let anyone else play.

Master Hale’s brow furrowed deeper. He had to regretfully admit that Hiram Garden had produced an extraordinary genius under his command who could very well make Hiram Garden great again.

But this wasn’t what they wanted. They wanted to be low-key and didn’t want to attract attention.

Hiram Garden was in chaos from the design plan competition, with several groups competing and fighting for supremacy. Of course, this was the result of Master Hale intentionally indulging the chaos. Each of them presenting their own plans, unable to convince the others, would argue and drag on for years. Wouldn’t the matter just be left hanging? In that case, Master Hale could conveniently pass on the task to someone else.