Chapter 1238

"The power of inscriptions isn't as wonderful as we imagine, and our control over them is far from perfect. Before we understand inscriptions more deeply, I don't recommend doing that."

It's like the infinite division of cancer cells—once you open Pandora's box, it's no longer easy to close it.

It will only keep swelling like a lump of flesh, or the stump will grow endlessly, but it will never grow a foot sole, because these are two entirely different parts.

Ask Lin Cheng why he's so experienced—because the System told him all this!

Of the thirty inscriptions the System gave him, no one on this continent understands their functions better than he does.

Although precise mechanical limbs demand extremely high forging skill, Lin Cheng was already thoroughly familiar with them; possessing spellfire and experience forging integrated mechanical arms, he effortlessly crafted a custom mechanical right leg for Old Cheng.

Then came Zhai Elder's son's turn: he cut away the worn section of Old Cheng's right leg bone, implanted the new mechanical limb, and Lin Cheng gave a live demonstration, carving inscriptions—when the inscriptions activated, bone and flesh fused instantly with the mechanical right leg, as if the limb had always been part of Old Cheng.

This is the power of inscriptions!

The effect left everyone in awe, marveling that inscriptions could have such extraordinary healing effects; Zhai Elder's son nearly bowed to Lin Cheng as his teacher, but Lin Cheng politely refused. He had no objection to Zhai Tianlin teaching the two later, but Lin Cheng only accepted as disciples those he personally favored.

Of course, Old Cheng remained completely unconscious throughout the process; when he woke up and discovered he had a new leg, his expression would surely be thrilling and joyful—but Lin Cheng had no time to wait.

He needed to hurry home for dinner; his stomach was hungry.

"Give him this potion to drink when he wakes up... Oh, and for the next few days, try not to let him walk on the ground until the inscriptions, his body, and the mechanical right leg are fully integrated, then help him stand." After leaving his instructions and the life potion, Lin Cheng prepared to leave.

"Master Lin Cheng, let us see you home," Zhai Elder offered, but Lin Cheng refused without mercy.

"No need. Stay and watch over him. I can fly home quickly with my mechanical arm." Sitting in carriages—such slow transport—had robbed him of the joy he once felt racing at high speed. Today, by all means, he would fly home using Lu Ban Master's mechanical arm. At the clinic entrance, he donned the mechanical arms, then ascended into the sky before everyone's eyes, flying unimpeded upward.

"So cool," Zhai Tianlin murmured, watching Lin Cheng vanish into the distance.

"Yes," Zhai Tianlin's father agreed, tilting his head upward, his face filled with envy—that mechanical arm was simply too cool.

In truth, Zhai Elder was also envious of that mechanical arm, but unfortunately, with his own skill, he could never craft one—probably not in this lifetime. But someone else was different.

"Tianlin, if you study hard under Master Lin Cheng, one day you too will be able to forge a mechanical arm just like his—then..." Zhai Elder patted his grandson's shoulder with a face full of expectation.

"Then I'll be as cool as my teacher!" Zhai Tianlin understood and felt confident—but he was met with a tap on the head from Zhai Elder.

"All you think about is being cool. I mean, if you study hard, one day you won't just make one for yourself—you'll make one for me and your father too, one that can fly."

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"Yes, that's a great idea," Zhai Tianlin's father strongly agreed with his father's words.

"Oh oh."

Zhai Tianlin didn't think so—he looked hurt, but said nothing.

Meanwhile.

As Lin Cheng flew at high speed over Shicheng, the sensation of air swiftly sliding over his skin was simply too delightful.

"Ohhh... so satisfying! This is the feeling of freedom!!"

"Hahaha!"

The voice echoing from the sky naturally drew attention; people looked up and saw only a streak of blue light—nothing else.

What the heck just zoomed past?

Flight was forbidden within the city; Lin Cheng's high-speed flight and laughter naturally caught the patrol soldiers' attention, but their speed couldn't even catch his exhaust—by the time they spotted him, the next second he was gone, leaving only a direction, which was useless.

Back at the Flying Fox Jiulou Sect, Lin Cheng landed directly at the entrance, his six mechanical arms spread wide, releasing counterforce to cushion his impact. This scene—like a divine descent—terrified the customers waiting in line outside, but they quickly recovered, their faces lighting up with excitement.

"Holy crap, what kind of gear is that? So cool!"

"You don't get it—that's Master Lin Cheng, the Empire's newly appointed eighth-rank forger, the youngest in imperial history, likely to break into ninth-rank. Rumor says the master lives at the Flying Fox Jiulou Sect—this must be him himself."