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Chi Tianmin is an optimist, and the hardships in life have not brought him any character flaws. What's more, this life started much better than the previous one. Now that he has a new goal, he quickly forgets his worries.

As before, he went in and out of the library every day, and reading had become a habit of his life, but now the books he read were no longer limited to books related to spiritual practice, he covered a wide range of people's livelihood, agriculture, craftsmanship, and smelting.

Ever since Chi Tianmin left the house and was laughed at, he rarely went out. Reading had become a way for him to spend his lonely years. A few days later, Chi Zhantian summoned him again.

Recently, Chi Zhantian summoned him much more frequently than before, perhaps because he was unable to practice and wanted to give him more care.

It was a blessing in disguise. Although Chi Tianmin was found to have poor talent, he still felt more fatherly love from Chi Zhantian that he had never experienced in his previous life.

Chi Tianmin walked into the hall. Chi Zhantian's back was turned to him. When he heard him coming in, he slowly turned around.

"Father, what do you want from me?" Chi Tianmin saluted respectfully. For this man who made Chi Tianmin feel family affection, Chi Tianmin didn't mind calling him father sincerely.

Chi Zhantian took out a leather silver mask from his arms and handed it to Chi Tianmin. Chi Tianmin took the mask and turned it over in his hand, wondering what his father meant.

"This is a mask made from the skin of a silver dragon. It can stretch as you grow older and can cover the birthmark on your face."

"Others are afraid of you just because of the scary birthmark on your face. You wear a mask and you can live like an ordinary person."

Chi Tianmin has a free-spirited temper and likes to be lively, but since his appearance was ridiculed, he rarely goes out, and Chi Zhantian sees it.

For this son, Chang Shenghou had good intentions. The silver dragon is a top-level monster and its skin is expensive. In order to get this mask, Chi Zhantian paid a lot of money.

Chi Tianmin had not met his father much before, and his feelings for him were not deep, but more of admiration. But after these few incidents, he finally felt his father's love and accepted him in his heart.

Chi Tianmin put the mask on his face. The mask touched his skin and fit directly on his face, seamlessly.

There was only half of the mask, which just covered the half of Chi Tianmin's face with the birthmark. After being covered by the mask, Chi Tianmin no longer looked so scary.

Many people in Lingwu Continent like to wear veils or masks when walking around the world, so Chi Tianmin wearing a mask will not feel out of place.

"See for yourself." Chi Zhantian took out the bronze mirror and handed it to Chi Tianmin.

Chi Tianmin looked at himself in the mirror and felt quite happy. The mask felt nothing on his face, but it made him feel like he had been reborn.

"Thank you, father." Chi Tianmin showed childish joy at the right time.

Seeing the happy Chi Tianmin, Chi Zhantian also smiled. He paid such a high price in exchange for this mask.

"In addition, I have thought about your future. Maybe only the Craftsman is suitable for you. The Craftsman pays attention to exquisite ideas, but not so much about aura." Chi Zhantian has already planned the direction for him.

"But don't craftsmen also need to inject spiritual energy into various mechanisms?" Chi Tianmin has a little understanding of all professions.

"You just need to concentrate on learning the art of mechanism. As for the spiritual energy problem, I will assign you a magician when the time comes and he will inject the spiritual energy."

Only the powerful Chang Shenghou dared to make such a promise. In the hearts of ordinary people, magicians were aloof.

Their status is even higher than that of warriors. After all, there are too few people who can practice martial arts.

Although injecting spiritual energy from others is not as sophisticated as injecting and controlling it yourself, this is the only way for Chi Tianmin, a waste of spiritual energy.

"This is "The Book of Craftsman," take it and study it." Chi Zhantian picked up the book prepared on the table and handed it to Chi Tianmin.

Although "The Book of Craftsmen" is not a priceless treasure, it is not accessible to ordinary people either.

It records various machine skills related to craftsmen, which have always been mastered by the royal family. If they are not Chang Shenghou, it is not so easy for ordinary people to obtain.

Although craftsmen are not as high-status as warriors and magicians, they are still crucial. The mechanisms they create play a huge role in enemy defense, production, and people's livelihood.

The famous Xumi Bag was made by craftsmen, but unfortunately the production skills have been lost in the long river of time.

The existing Xumi bags have been handed down from ancient times, and each one is a priceless treasure.

Chi Tianmin received the "Book of Craftsmen" with mixed feelings in his heart. He had always aimed at being a magician and a martial artist, and had never thought about becoming a craftsman.

Perhaps seeing what he was thinking, Chi Zhantian said: "Don't underestimate the craftsmen. In ancient times, craftsmen were no weaker than warriors or magicians."

"Some of the tools they made are called divine tools, capable of destroying heaven and earth."

"Although craftsmen are in decline today, craftsmen are the most popular among the common people throughout the dynasties. Their small inventions can benefit thousands of people."

Chi Tianmin's eyes lit up. Doesn't this craftsman sound like a scientist from his previous life?

Science and technology are the primary productive forces. This concept is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. In the Lingwu Continent that neglects creation, this is indeed a way out.

With a vision that is thousands of years ahead of this era and a little hard work, how can we still become a great person who will be remembered forever?

He could not become a warrior or magician, and he could not rely on force to suppress those who mocked him. He could only accumulate prestige through the vast number of people and become a saint loved by the people.

Those who win the hearts of the people win the world. Chi Tianmin knows very well how powerful the people at the bottom are. As long as he can get their support, the rest of his life will be guaranteed.

With the calculation in his mind, Chi Tianmin became excited. He held "The Book of Craftsmen" in his arms like a treasure.

It seems that what I entered is not a fairy tale script, but a farm-style script. If I write my own experience into a novel about my past life, I have already thought of a name, and it will be called "Rebirth of the Scientist from Another World".

Although the art of craftsmanship is now in decline and many mechanical skills have been lost, who says that you can't recreate the glory of the craftsmen in the past?

In previous lives, before the emergence of firearms, personal force was crucial. In Lingwu Continent, people now only focus on personal cultivation.

But if one day I can recreate the glory of the craftsman and let everyone defeat the practitioners through tools, then I am afraid that I will be a transcendent existence and a celebrity for the ages.

Thinking of this, Chi Tianmin's eyes flashed with divine light. When he finished his craftsmanship, he was equipped with divine weapons, including martial arts gods, and he could capture them all.

With a new direction, Chi Tianmin quickly came out of the depression and loss of being unable to practice. He became active again and roamed tirelessly in the sea of ​​books every day.