Great Xia.

Linjiang City.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Yang Fan woke up on time.

He opened his eyes and looked at the twinkling stars on the ceiling, sighing with satisfaction.

The pattern was his attempt at drawing the Primordial Star Formation. Although he improved it daily, he always found it difficult to express its true essence.

To put it in one sentence—it has the form, but lacks the spirit.

Just yesterday.

The operation in Shapudian was completely finished.

The Celestial Mountain was transported back, and Great Xia monopolized this mountain without a trace falling into other countries.

The large-scale spiritual tempering of the Great Xia Organization came to an end, and the portal to the Cold Abyss projection area was closed accordingly.

Shapudian, which had been bustling for nearly a month, finally settled down.

Late last night.

Yang Fan returned to Linjiang City, quietly arriving at his new home, with his clone resting in the Clone Puppet.

"Swoosh~"

A subtle sound of water flowed from downstairs.

This was the Great Xia dog, Wangzai, watering the green plants in the greenhouse.

Yang Fan sat up and lightly waved his right hand.

The curtains "swished" open, revealing a wide floor-to-ceiling window, and the morning light immediately spilled into the room.

Yang Fan glanced out and immediately saw a world blanketed in silver.

Due to the influence of the Celestial Pillar Icefield and the Cold Abyss, a super cold wave arrived as expected, bringing a temperature plummet across the entire Canglan Star.

Last night, as he entered the territory of Great Xia, he witnessed the rare spectacle of snow falling over a thousand miles.

Even many sea areas near the equator had surprisingly developed a thin layer of sea ice.

This event made headlines in major global media outlets.

More than one media outlet used the term "Ice Age" to describe this cold wave disaster.

Yang Fan took out his phone and saw a series of messages.

The first was a notice from the Celestial Star Agricultural Company: "According to the national weather bureau's forecast, this round of cold wave is extremely severe. In consideration of the safety and health of all employees, our company has decided on a 3-day holiday. During the holiday, salary will be paid as usual, and only essential personnel will be on duty."

The second message was another company notice: "Effective immediately, during the cold wave period, our company will implement a special schedule, with working hours tentatively set from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m."

The third was a special notice from the company addressed to him: "Dear Minister Yang, the cold wave is extremely forceful, posing a great threat to the people's safety. The company has decided to grant you a 7-day special paid leave. A friendly reminder: This leave, plus the 3-day company-wide holiday, grants you a total of 10 days of paid leave."

The fourth was a "consolation" message: "Dear Minister Yang, in view of the many inconveniences brought to your work and life by the cold wave, the company has decided to grant you a monthly 2000 yuan special shopping voucher as a cold resistance allowance."

Reading this, Yang Fan muttered softly, "Truly, money is plentiful, work is minimal, and home is close."

Not just that, the amount of leave is also quite generous.

Of course.

He understood very well that the reason the company offered such good treatment was mainly because the Weather Tree he had created had already caught the attention of the Great Xia Superpower Research Institute.

The institute dispatched a few researchers to stay in Linjiang City for a while to study the Weather Tree up close.

From the standpoint of Celestial Star Agricultural Company, what could be more prestigious than this?

Not a single new agricultural company in Linjiang City, or even in Hedong Province, had such capability!

The fifth message was no longer a company notice but a reminder from Linjiang City's city hall: "To combat the cold wave, our city calls on all residents to clear community ground snow daily to avoid accidents."

The sixth was another message from the city hall: "Our city has established a cold wave disaster emergency command center and plans to organize a 'snow removal team' to regularly clear road snow. We are now recruiting snow-clearing personnel citywide, offering three meals and basic compensation. Interested applicants, please click the link below."

Yang Fan couldn't help but smile.

The last time there was the Poisonous Mosquito disaster, it was an extermination team, and now, with the cold wave disaster, it has become a snow removal team—truly characteristic of Great Xia.

Such jobs come with certain welfare benefits, aren't too burdensome, and can help alleviate some employment issues.

He clicked the link out of curiosity and found that more than 270,000 people had already signed up.

Yang Fan smacked his lips, "The message was only released 8 hours ago, seems like unemployment is still a serious issue."

Half an hour later.

Butler dog Wangzai had prepared breakfast.

After finishing breakfast, Yang Fan began his next task—studying "Qingyang Book."

He had a thought.

An iron pen appeared out of thin air.

It was the deceitful artifact donated by François, a commoner from the Faelan Duchy, to Great Xia.

The day before yesterday, officials quickly transported the pen from Faelan to Shapudian and delivered it to him.

"Woof!"

Wangzai barked, tilting his dog head as he stared at the pen.

Although just a dog, it could sense the faint bloody aura emitted by the thing.

The pen bounced a few times on the spot and exclaimed, "So the famous Great Xia Ghost just lives in an ordinary house."

Yang Fan replied, "Where do you think I should live?"

The pen answered, "You are the number one warrior on Canglan Star, you should live in a splendid palace like a king."

Yang Fan curled his lip, "Palaces aren't comfortable at all, constantly being watched by countless eyes."

The pen was quite puzzled, "Those are eyes of admiration, how could it be uncomfortable?"

Yang Fan shook his head and said, "You lack the admiration in your eyes, which is why you think this is a good thing. But no matter where I go, there are always admiring eyes, and I'm tired of it."

The iron pen seemed "choked".

This guy turned his attention to the Great Xia dog: "Mr. Wangzai, as long as you offer me one-eighth of your liver, I will help you master all the knowledge of civil engineering within half a month, making you a top expert in the field."

It added another sentence: "In honor of Mr. Ghost, this is a very favorable price. If it were someone else, I would require two-thirds of their liver."

This deceitful artifact was profoundly influenced by its first owner, always eager to spread knowledge of civil engineering.

Wangzai let out a "woof" and shook his dog head repeatedly.

I refuse to be a civil engineering dog!

The iron pen sighed again, "It seems you are still too young to understand the importance of knowledge."

Wangzai wagged his tail once and walked away, prepared to tidy up the kitchen.

This Great Xia dog had seen three deceitful artifacts of its owner.

It used to think the wood carving was crazy, but now it felt like the iron pen was even more so.

Yang Fan took out a strange green bone, also known as the "Qing yang Book," and infused it with a strong manifestation of power.

The "Qing yang Book" immediately floated in mid-air.

Yang Fan extended a finger and lightly tapped the bone.

Layer upon layer of ripples spread, encasing the "Qing yang Book" at the center.

He squeezed out a drop of fresh blood from his fingertip, quietly activating the power of the Life Decree.

The fresh blood changed instantly.

The blood droplet began to contract and expand, as if breathing, seemingly imbued with life.

Yang Fan flicked his finger.

The blood droplet shot out, striking the bone.

The next moment.

"Ah~"

A sharp wail resounded.

But the ripples blocked the sound.

Wangzai downstairs heard not even a bit of it.

Then.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

Thousands of crimson tendrils, seemingly condensed from blood and vaguely translucent, emerged from the bone.

The iron pen's tone held a hint of astonishment: "Mr. Ghost, opening the 'Qing yang Blood Lock' is a Knight level skill, yet I didn't expect you as an early stage warrior to master it. No wonder you became Canglan Star's top warrior."

The so-called "Qing yang Blood Lock" is precisely the seal secret technique of the "Qing yang Book."

If the blood lock isn't opened, it's just a bone.

Once the blood lock is opened, it's a tome of the Qing yang Race.

Of course.

From the perspective of the Canglan people, this strange form doesn't resemble a book at all.

But the Primordial World is filled with countless races and the civilizations captured by them, and each has a different way of recording information, so the mediums of classics naturally vary.

Yang Fan chuckled and said, "Without you pointing out certain key points, I wouldn't have comprehended the method to open the lock."

Ambassador Zhang, who discovered this deceitful artifact, believed its ability was language comprehension.

But that's not the case.

It's a higher level of power—deciphering the mysterious.

The long-lost Ancient Golden Tower Language can be considered a mystery, which the iron pen can decipher.

The blood lock sealing the "Qing yang Book" is another more advanced mystery.

The iron pen contemplated the bone for less than a day and provided several critical tips that helped him find the key to unlocking the blood lock.

And before that.

Yang Fan studied the bone for half a month without getting anywhere.

At this moment.

The iron pen spoke again with lingering resentment: "That fool François doesn't understand the importance of knowledge at all.

"Just like this 'Qing yang Book' before us, without knowledge, the blood lock can't be opened."

Yang Fan's lip twitched slightly.

He discovered that this deceitful artifact held grudges smaller than the tip of a needle.

The previous owner, François, mocked it a few times, and it's kept it in mind ever since, cursing François as an idiot each day.

The iron pen suggested again: "Mr. Ghost, the blood lock is a powerful control measure. You could study it thoroughly and perhaps develop a new secret technique."

Yang Fan asked, "I've discovered three deduction directions for the blood lock, namely controlling the soul, controlling the power, and controlling the body. Which direction do you think has the most potential?"

The iron pen was stunned: "So many?"

It couldn't help but exclaim: "Mr. Ghost, you really don't seem like an early stage warrior at all."

As a deceitful artifact inclined towards knowledge, the iron pen naturally had a profound understanding of the Primordial World.

So it knew that discovering three deduction directions indicated a very deep understanding of the blood lock.

Yet deeply understanding the blood lock was far more difficult than unlocking it.

After all, the latter only required mastering a few key points.

But the issue is, an early stage warrior having a deep understanding of a Knight level blood lock, even if only partially, was something that challenged beliefs.

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