After a meticulous repair, Dao Xuan Tianzun's silicone exterior was finally restored to flawless condition.
Once again dressed in his dashing warrior's outfit, a three-foot sword hanging at his waist, his complexion radiant and full of life, he wore a lazy, mischievous smile that could instantly spark wild "rich hero romance" fantasies in the minds of young women.
He stepped out of the Gao Family Village Women's Vocational School.
Ridiculously handsome.
He had barely taken a few steps when a young student hurried over, holding out a small cylindrical object with both hands.
"Dao Xuan Tianzun, there's something I'd like you to take a look at."
"Oh?" Li Daoxuan paused, intrigued. "What is this?"
The girl's face glowed with excitement. "This is a concealed weapon the Saintess once mentioned—the Storm of Pear Blossom Needles. I was very interested, so I redesigned the spring mechanism and finally managed to make it."
Li Daoxuan froze for a moment.
The Storm of Pear Blossom Needles hadn't been Gao Yiye's original idea at all. It was something he had casually mentioned long ago while "touring the mortal world," walking hand-in-hand with her, recounting half-remembered martial arts tropes from another era.
He hadn't expected Gao Yiye to turn around and teach it to the vocational school students.
This… was genuinely interesting.
Li Daoxuan took the small cylinder, turning it over in his hands.
"There's a latch here," the student explained eagerly. "When you want to use it, load the needles through this opening. Pull this back to tension the spring."
"And then," she pointed, "press here."
Li Daoxuan followed her instructions.
Click—snap!
With a crisp metallic sound, a dense cluster of fine needles burst forth from the cylinder's mouth, shooting several meters away in an instant.
Li Daoxuan's eyes lit up.
"Excellent!" he praised. "This is very well done."
The student smiled shyly. "It really shouldn't be credited to me. It was the Saintess who came up with it."
"No, no, no," Li Daoxuan laughed, waving his hand. "The Saintess only provided the idea. You're the one who turned imagination into reality—and that's the hardest part. Anyone can dream of flying, but the one who actually builds an aircraft is the true genius."
The girl was overjoyed.
"I'll have San Shier issue you a Scientific Creativity Incentive Award later," Li Daoxuan added.
Her eyes sparkled. "Thank you, Dao Xuan Tianzun!"
"I'll borrow this Storm of Pear Blossom Needles for now," Li Daoxuan said cheerfully.
The student panicked a little. "Ah? This is just an experimental model. Dao Xuan Tianzun, please wait a bit—I can make a prettier version—"
"Bring me the refined one when it's ready," Li Daoxuan said, already tucking the cylinder into his belt. "I'll use this one first."
His mood value instantly skyrocketed by +999.
His flintlock marksmanship was atrocious. When playing Beachhead Landing 1632, he couldn't hit a single bandit—every shot neatly traced the enemy's silhouette instead. His swordsmanship was even worse, bordering on suicidal mutual destruction.
But now?
With the Storm of Pear Blossom Needles—
My combat power has exploded!
Still smiling, Li Daoxuan continued walking forward. As he reached the edge of Gao Family Village's commercial district, a woman's loud voice rang out:
"Everyone! Hurry to the Dao Xuan Tianzun Fabric Manor! New Dao Xuan Tianzun–style warrior outfits just arrived!"
"Oh?" Li Daoxuan's interest was instantly piqued.
He slipped into the crowd.
Outside the fabric manor, lines of young men and women stretched far down the street, all scrambling to buy the exact same warrior outfit Li Daoxuan was wearing now.
The style was unmistakable—straight out of Legend of the Condor Heroes (1983), the outfit Yang Kang wore when he first met Mu Nianci at the martial arts contest.
Previously, the Daoist robes worn by Dao Xuan Tianzun's statue were considered sacred attire—something mortals dared not imitate.
But now?
Dao Xuan Tianzun himself was wearing a warrior's outfit.
Mortal clothing.
And with the deity personally modeling it, the advertising effect within Gao Family Village was nothing short of catastrophic.
The women of Gao Family Village worked through the night, sewing nonstop. Long queues formed across the entire commercial district.
A young man burst out of the shop, laughing wildly.
"Hahaha! These clothes are so handsome! Way too handsome!"
Before he could finish celebrating, he looked up—
And saw the real Dao Xuan Tianzun standing right in front of him, wearing the exact same outfit, smiling faintly.
"Hey," Li Daoxuan said, amused. "Gao Sanwa. What are you doing here?"
The young man nearly jumped out of his skin. "Dao Xuan Tianzun! I—I was just—"
Li Daoxuan nodded approvingly. "Looks good. Very handsome."
That single sentence was enough.
The crowd erupted into cheers.
If Dao Xuan Tianzun didn't mind people wearing the same clothes as him, then what was there to hesitate about?
Even more people rushed to buy outfits.
Chun Hong, the fabric shop manager, smiled so hard her face practically blossomed like a flower.
Li Daoxuan looked over the lively, joyous streets of Gao Family Village—then remembered the bleak misery he had witnessed not long ago in Wenshui County, Henan.
He sighed softly.
"Everything about this era is wonderful," he murmured. "Except that the land is far too vast. Saving such a huge country… the road is long."
Just then, a convoy appeared in the distance.
The carts were tightly sealed, escorted by armed militia. One glance was enough to tell they came from the Gao Family Village Ordnance Bureau.
Li Daoxuan walked over to ask.
Sure enough—it was a shipment of paper cartridges for Chassepot rifles.
One hundred thousand rounds.
Their destination: Qichuan Ferry, then onward to places like Xiaolangdi and Wenshui County.
As the front lines expanded, the burden on logistics would only grow heavier.
Li Daoxuan couldn't help but mutter inwardly, How do those other transmigrators conquer nine-point-six million square kilometers in minutes? Do their soldiers not need ammunition shipped?
…They must be using cheat powers.
Well then.
I'll use one occasionally too.
Li Daoxuan laughed. "I'm in a good mood today. I'll help you with part of the journey."
The transport team: "???"
As his words fell, a colossal golden hand suddenly descended from the sky.
The villagers erupted in excitement.
"Wow! It's been ages since we've seen Dao Xuan Tianzun's great hand!"
The giant palm landed gently on the ground.
Li Daoxuan was the first to climb up and sit down, beckoning casually. "Bring the ammunition up."
The transport soldiers immediately understood.
Cart after cart was rolled onto the golden palm. Then the soldiers themselves climbed aboard, sitting in neat rows, faces glowing with excitement.
Once everyone was settled, the golden hand slowly rose into the air.
It accelerated.
The wind howled.
Another golden hand descended, cupping over them like a shield.
The speed increased further—
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, they reached Qichuan Ferry.
The golden hand dipped into the river, scooped up a large ship, and continued southeast. Moments later, Sanmenxia came into view.
This was the limit of Li Daoxuan's vision.
He gently set the ship and soldiers down by the riverbank.
"That's as far as I'll take you today."
The transport soldiers shouted excitedly, "We'll be bragging about this for the rest of our lives!"