CLANG-CLINK!
Inside the bustling open-air Central Army Field Kitchen & Mobile Pill Factory set up in the main square of Tiger-Jaw Pass, a thick iron chain was bolted to the bottom firebox of Boiler Unit #1.
Sitting on a low wooden stool right in front of the firebox was Immortal Advisor #3: Master Pill-Fire.
His scorched crane-feather robe was gone, replaced by a crisp blue Dry-Well kitchen uniform with a bright yellow DEBTOR #40,813 vest buttoned over his chest and a tall white chef’s paper hat pinned on top of his singed hair. Around his neck, the fused Rank 5 Spirit-Lock Collar had been switched by Abacus Su to “Kitchen Burner Mode”—which meant he couldn’t cast any offensive spells, but he could still shoot a steady stream of dark-red Rank 5 Foundation Establishment Pill-Fire out of his palms!
Right above his head towered a twenty-foot-tall combination of Old Guo’s Ten-Thousand-Gallon Giant Iron Soup Pot and Boom-Pot Sun’s High-Pressure Steam-Alchemy Reactor, connected by a network of gleaming copper steam-pipes.
“Tears... only bitter tears can wash away this shame!”
Master Pill-Fire sniffled pitifully as he held both palms inside the iron firebox slot, shooting a steady, three-foot flame of precious Rank 5 liquid Pill-Fire underneath the giant soup pot.
