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"God damn the dog emperor! A distant relative who can't be beaten with eight poles rebelled. Can I be blamed for killing the nine tribes?" The sound of killing outside the mansion was loud, and the firelight reflected the window lattice red. "Brother Seven! Run away! The officers and soldiers... The officers and soldiers are coming in!" Lao Ba's voice was filled with tears, almost broken. Deep in the Earth Fire Workshop, the protagonist is shirtless, the rune iron is sizzling, and a ferocious steel creation is rapidly taking shape. He grinned, his eyes full of defiance: "Don't panic, don't panic! I'm only three breaths away from the 'Shaking Yue Lingjia'... Old man, even if you eat shit, you have to hold the door open for me! Whether we die or not, our lives are on the line!" Traditional cultivation of immortality? No! This is a fate-changing change for a "tool maniac"!