Chapter 6

In the training room, there were three craftsmen: one was an old man in his fifties, and the other two were men in their thirties.

This time, Zhu Lingwu had instructed them to make a Baghdad battery, which was the first attempt in this world. When Zhu Lingwu first told Liang Cai to find someone to do it, Liang Cai really couldn't think of anyone who could do it. Although it involved the use of copper, iron, and other materials, these were just components.

However, this young man was quite clever. He went directly to the craftsmen's guild in Tongshan County, gathered everyone, and explained the general situation of the Baghdad battery. Then he let the craftsmen take on the job themselves. Of course, he also promised a generous reward in Zhu Lingwu's name, offering to take the craftsmen who were willing to take on the job under the Zhu family, making them household slaves. They would then be able to leave Tongshan County and live in the Zhu family's ancestral land.

Although selling themselves to become the household slaves of a noble family, for these craftsmen, it was equivalent to being freed from their lowly status. Under the noble family, they could live like ordinary farmers, leading a decent life. Therefore, the offer was very attractive to these craftsmen.

However, in Liang Cai's description, the Baghdad battery became a special magical artifact that could discharge electricity. It was said that the ancestors of the Zhu family, who knew magic, had specially passed it down to Zhu Lingwu for his training.

After hearing Liang Cai's words, the craftsmen were somewhat tempted but also had reservations. They had never heard of any magical artifact that ordinary craftsmen like them could make, especially one that could discharge lightning.

Lightning, for ordinary people like them, was a power that only deities could control. They really didn't dare to touch it lightly.

Just as Liang Cai was worried that he wouldn't be able to report back to Zhu Lingwu, one of the craftsmen stepped forward and agreed to try.

This craftsman was the old man in his fifties. He was originally a pharmacist in the county government's craftsmen's guild. It was said that he had wandered in the world for over twenty years. No one knew why, but perhaps to avoid enemies, he ended up in the craftsmen's guild of the remote Tongshan County.

The pharmacist's original name had long been forgotten, and people generally called him Meng Pharmacist. His medical skills were also quite good, and he had some fame in Tongshan County.

Of course, as a commoner pharmacist, he had no right to treat the children of noble families. Noble children rarely got sick, and if they did, they only needed to invite some qi practitioners who could use magic to channel their qi, which could resolve most illnesses.

Now, this Meng Pharmacist seemed to be attracted by the so-called magical artifact described by Liang Cai. This artifact could supposedly discharge lightning using just some acidic fruit juice, copper, iron, and other materials arranged in a special way, which was almost unbelievable.

Meng Pharmacist took on the job and chose a blacksmith and a cook to help him, the two men in their thirties. The blacksmith was needed for the copper and iron work, and the cook was needed for the acidic fruit juice.

Of course, during the development of the Baghdad battery, other people were also involved, but the main tasks were handled by these three. The final adjustments were also done by them, and the core parts were personally handled by Meng Pharmacist.

No one knew what Meng Pharmacist had done in his past wanderings. Clearly, besides his medical skills, he knew a lot of other things. Without him, the development of the Baghdad battery would not have been so smooth.

Now, hearing Zhu Lingwu's question, Meng Pharmacist, along with the blacksmith and the cook, bowed to Zhu Lingwu.

The two men in their thirties, naturally, didn't know how to respond. They were both honest and straightforward, specially chosen by Meng Pharmacist.

Meng Pharmacist, however, looked at Zhu Lingwu with a lowered head, curious about this young master. He had almost been struck by lightning before, and now he was making them create a magical artifact that could discharge electricity. Could this really be a special artifact passed down by the cultivators of the Zhu family for his training?

"Hey, the young master is asking you! Why aren't you answering? Old Meng, quickly introduce them to the young master!"

Liang Cai, as Zhu Lingwu's top lackey, naturally had to help Zhu Lingwu discipline these unruly subordinates.

Now, Meng Pharmacist and the remaining blacksmith and cook had signed indenture contracts, making them household slaves under the Zhu family, directly under Zhu Lingwu's name.

Liang Cai, considering himself the future head steward of Zhu Lingwu's household, naturally had to properly discipline these new household slaves who hadn't yet learned the rules.

Meng Pharmacist then put on an old and feeble appearance, raised his head, and said to Zhu Lingwu, "Oh, young master, forgive me. I am old and my hearing is not good. Young master, did you ask if the training platform has been tested?"

If it were the original owner of this body, he might have been deceived by Meng Pharmacist's old appearance, but Zhu Lingwu was different. Although he now had a new body, his soul still retained its original witch doctor-level strength, far surpassing that of ordinary people. He instinctively observed everything around him with a spiritual perspective.

When Zhu Lingwu first entered the training room, his attention was on the training platform. But when Meng Pharmacist spoke, his soul instinctively scanned him.

From Meng Pharmacist, Zhu Lingwu sensed a special aura, or a hint of ghostly energy. This was not the kind of aura an ordinary commoner should have. Meng Pharmacist was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Strange, who is this old man? Why do I feel a familiar aura? Could he be a fellow practitioner? Impossible. Could he be a cultivator? No, he must be a qi practitioner, like my current cheap old father!"

Zhu Lingwu pondered in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. If this old man was really a qi practitioner, he must not want his identity to be easily discovered.

So, Zhu Lingwu just touched his bald head, his lips twitched slightly, and then he smiled.

"Very good, you are the Meng Pharmacist responsible for making these magical artifacts? You did well, I am very satisfied. Liang Cai, remember to reward them! Alright, you can go now! Since you have done everything as I instructed, I know what to do next!"

Zhu Lingwu didn't want to reveal his suspicions, but he also didn't want this old man to stay. He could sense the old man's unusual aura, and the old man might also have noticed that he had taken over this body.

Could this Meng Pharmacist be a ghost qi practitioner?

This is truly unexpected...