Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The old man shook his head and shattered the stream of light in his hand.
“How dare you apply for a patent for this c.r.a.p?
“Which sixth-level refiner can’t sense the slightest bit with divine consciousness?
“Besides, refining battle armor and puppets doesn’t require such precision.
Even a hundredth of a micron is already enough.”
The spiritual light in the old man’s hand dissipated, and he turned to leave.
Far away in the light array of PaG.o.da City, a scattered stream of light dissipated.
Just like this stream of light, the thousands of light shadows in the surroundings were extinguished.
That was the rejection of Han Muye’s patent bid.
Not even a bit of interest.
As the light shadows extinguished nearby, they became fewer and fewer, as if darkness was descending.
“Haha, did you see that?” Tan Yuan’s voice carried a sense of pride.
“No need to look, the information has already been sent to those big cities far away.
“The workshops and academies in the big cities don’t care about patents from small alliance cities.’
Looking at Han Muye, Tan Yuan said indifferently, “l advise you to give up.
“A mere level seven refiner, yet you dare to dream of becoming a patented refiner.’
The eyes of the surrounding refiners dimmed.
What a pity. They had thought that their chief was very powerful, but now, it seemed that he was a bit too arrogant.
Han Muye’s expression did not change at all. He looked up at the scattered spiritual light in the distance.
His goal was never the nearby cities.
From the beginning, he had never thought that his patent design would be accepted by those small cities.
He was aiming for the workshops in the big cities.
Tianhua City.
A large city in the void.
Like other large cities of the same level, Tianhua City was built on the body of a divine beast, with a population of billions.
There were sage-level and even divine-level powerhouses residing in the city.
Tianhua Academy was a huge academy that nurtured puppet masters, armor masters, and refiners in the city. It had a million disciples.
Tianhua Trading Company, the largest trading house in Tianhua City, was the largest money-making business under the Tianhua Armor Master Academy.
The trading company had hundreds of large workshops, scattered throughout Tianhua City and other nearby cities of various sizes.
At this moment, in the main hall specially dedicated to managing workshop techniques of the Tianhua Trading Company, a golden bell rang.
“It’s the patent release from the Refiner’s Alliance.” A middle-aged man in a neat blue robe stood up and reached out to draw the spiritual light in front of him.
“The Microscopic Eye?” “A subtle array that can detect even the tiniest detail?”
“It seems nothing special.”
The middle-aged man murmured, but unlike the refiners from those small towns, he didn’t directly destroy the spiritual light.
He turned around and looked at the dozens of refiners behind him.
The refiners here were all at least at the eighth level.
He himself was a semi-saint-level refiner, an armor master.
“Everyone, think about it, what’s the use of this Microscopic Eye.”
The spiritual light in his hand transformed into dozens of strands.
Each refiner held the spiritual light in their palms, some chuckled, some frowned.
“It’s a little childish. This microscopic eye can’t compare to the spiritual will of a level six refining master.” An old man in his fifties shook his head.
“The Refiner’s Alliance is filled with stubborn old fellows. I wonder who it was that dared to bring out such a useless item to apply for a patent. Perhaps it’s some big family trying to polish their reputation?” A young man sitting in the back said with a gleam in his eyes.
It’s only 100 million origin coins. Some big families can afford it.
Just for the t.i.tle of a patent refiner, he creates a useless item, then spends a hundred million origin coins to buy it back. Is it worth it?
In the hall, everyone shook their heads.
“Deacon Zhu, can the Microscopic Eye be worn by refiners below the sixth level?” A young man in a gray robe, with a hint of fuzz on his lips, spoke up.
The semi-sage-level refiner raised an eyebrow and nodded, saying, “Of course, it can, but for them, there’s no need for anything so precise—”
He paused in his words.
The hall fell silent for a moment.
“l remember the dean always saying that the overly precise refining processes in the workshops have held back too many high-level refiners.” The young man in the gray robe stood up, his expression serious.
“If, this Microscopic Eye can lead sixth, seventh, and even higher-level refiners out of the workshops, enabling them to take on more advanced tasks.” The light in the young man’s eyes flickered, and those around him straightened up.
“I’ll contact the dean right away!” Deacon Zhu didn’t wait for the young man to finish speaking.
“Deacon Zhu, make your bid first!” Someone on the other side spoke softly.
Bid.
Deacon Zhu quickly placed his palm on the spiritual light and whispered, “My bidding limit is 180 million. I’ll bid the maximum, hoping that outsiders still can’t understand the value of the Microscopic Eye.”
He pointed out a strand of spiritual light, intertwining it with the one in his hand.
In the next moment, his expression darkened.
“Deacon Zhu, what’s wrong?” The gray-robed young man quickly asked.
Deacon Zhu shook his head, his expression unpleasant. “The Yundu Trading Company of Yundu City priced it at 300 million.
“They’re similar to us in Tianhua City. The Yundu Academy has also been seeking ways to liberate high-level refiners.”
With a sigh, Deacon Zhu dissipated the spiritual light in his hand and then turned around. “I’ll go see the dean. This Microscopic Eye might really change the layout of the workshops behind the major trading houses.”
There were countless large cities in the void.
Many directly extinguished the transfer information of the patent for the
Microscopic Eye, while many others saw the business opportunity within it.
In hundreds of large cities, experts moved quickly and exchanged information..