Starting as a Son-in-law to Establish an immortal Family

“The process of puppet crafting is roughly divided into six steps: refining, smelting, molding, assembling, Fusion Formation, and inscription.”

“The Golden Armor Warriors can perform refining, molding, assembling, and inscription.”

“However, refining consumes a significant amount of energy for the Golden Armor Warriors. It’s feared that after refining the material for a single component, the energy of a Golden Armor Warrior will be nearly depleted.”

“And having Golden Armor Warriors perform molding and assembling seems somewhat wasteful.”

“So, the most suitable task for the Golden Armor Warriors turns out to be the high-difficulty job of inscription.”

“As long as I convey the necessary inscription steps through my Divine Sense, the Golden Armor Warriors can replicate them precisely as per my instructions.”

After half a day, Lu Changsheng had a rough understanding of the puppet forging capabilities of the Golden Armor Warriors.

Previously, he thought of using the Golden Armor Warriors for the most basic manual labor.

Now, he realized they could be treated like CNC robots, capable of handling the most delicate and core components.

“With this, I can make some adjustments to my Puppet Factory idea.”

Lu Changsheng mused.

Right afterward, he went to the Puppet Workshop at the foot of Bi Yun Peak.

The workshop was still in its early stages, staffed only by Lu Xianzhi, eight cultivators, and more than a dozen mortals.

Under Lu Xianzhi’s direction, they began working on Lu Changsheng’s concept of a Puppet Factory assembly line, jointly crafting puppets.

“Greetings, Mountain Master!”

“Father!”

Seeing Lu Changsheng arrive, everyone respectfully greeted him.

“Xianzhi, come over here.”

Lu Changsheng called out to his son, Lu Xianzhi.

“Yes, Father.”

Upon hearing this, Lu Xianzhi immediately followed Lu Changsheng into a side hall.

“Xianzhi, do you have any unfinished puppets that haven’t been inscribed yet?”

Lu Changsheng inquired.

“I do. Please wait a moment, Father,”

Lu Xianzhi responded, promptly bringing over a beast-shaped puppet.

This was just an ordinary First Grade low-quality puppet.

Used by cultivators for carrying things around, or for keeping watch, cannon fodder at most—there wasn’t much of a market for them, and they didn’t make much money. They were purely practice material.