Pillar of Yita

But honestly, Sophie’s team was indeed well-equipped; aside from lacking a Combat Artisan—probably because high-level combat artisans were hard to find—it had all sorts of professions, even boasting a rarity like the Natural Historian.

Don’t forget that the entire Jiefulite Guild only had one Natural Historian, waiting for Gita, its sole seedling, to come to fruition—of course, the ”seedling” here didn’t refer to Gita herself. Over here, Fang Hong glanced at the other’s Magic Guided Book and knew they were the real deal. A reserve Youth Training Team had such standards, showcasing the strength of China Competition Region’s top guilds.

However, regarding their request—which must have been Sophie’s intention—he remained noncommittal.

Seeing that he wasn’t responding, the young man didn’t press on and just cooperated with his work earnestly.

The greatest ability of the Natural Historian was to construct reality through the Book of Fantasy, faithfully reenacting the characters, objects, and scenes described within the Magic Guided Book by using its special abilities, with two types of reenactment methods: realistic and specialized.

The former was like a bland narrative, focused more on replicating; the summoned scenes were almost indistinguishable from reality, but no alterations could be made beyond the base form. The more powerful the original object was, the more magic power the Natural Historian would have to expend.

The latter was a type of exaggerated depiction, such as summoning a magic forest to attack intruders, bringing lifeless armor to life as if it were a puppet controlled by a human, or diminishing the characteristics of narrated items—for instance, transforming a dragon from a story into a miniature phantom summons.

The second method was the main offensive capability of the Natural Historian, flexible and varied in its application. For example, they could summon a real giant dragon, or from the perspective of saving magic power, summon only certain aspects of the giant dragon’s abilities.

After all, sometimes it’s not about just being strong.

But here, what truly helped Fang Hong was the first type of narration. The young man opened the book, read aloud a section about jungle adventures, and perfectly reenacted a canoe that appeared in the story in front of Fang Hong.

”This is a ’Manas’, commonly used by the locals at Saint Hugon Corner. It’s a type of small boat suitable for narrow waterways, the largest of its kind, can carry up to fifteen people.”

”Then we will only need three boats,” Fang Hong answered.

”Boss, you’d better hurry up, I can’t sustain this for long.” Dianmo Ran Qingzhu was sweating profusely, though it was just a canoe, reproducing the sometimes elaborate details was a bit too much for him, a semi-rookie.

”Give me a few dozen seconds.”

”A few dozen seconds?”

Fang Hong had already raised his hands and closed his eyes. The Structural Points on the Fungus Tree in front of him were dense, like stars.

In Dianmo Ran Qingzhu’s eyes, the bow, the body, and the stern of the boat started taking shape from the complete main trunk of the Fungus Tree in many directions. He had seen Alchemists create things before, but never like this.

Thirty-two seconds later, a prototype of the canoe already appeared in front of them. Fang Hong even managed to check his Artisan System experience. After successfully completing the seventh layer of the trial, the converted experience had been injected into his system, but it was exceedingly difficult to level up further. A huge pool of experience had accumulated and only reached one-third of level nine.

Then he opened his eyes and said to Dianmo Ran Qingzhu, ”Alright, you can cancel it now.”

With an ”ah” of realization, the intentionally constructed canoe in front of Dianmo Ran Qingzhu suddenly vanished like smoke. He stared at Fang Hong, his mouth agape for a long while, barely able to close it, and stuttered:

”Big, big boss, you you you... you’re that player from the, from... from...”

As for the words ”that player,” he was too excited to utter them.

Fang Hong glanced at him, a bit surprised. ”You actually follow the Continental League?”

Such niche Life Profession competitions, apart from Alchemists, weren’t really followed by many people.

”I am a loyal fan of The Wandering Horse. I happened to be at the scene for that episode...” Dianmo Ran Qingzhu suddenly let out another shout of realization: ”Boss, are you really that player!? My god, do you know how many people are looking for you?”

Fang Hong was momentarily at a loss for words. He certainly knew how many people were looking for him, and it was probably far more than Dianmo imagined—the military, Jiefulite Red Cloak Team, Silver Forest Spear, and now probably the Dragon Worshipper too.

But he was also curious, ”How did you figure that out?”

”Four-line operation, just now, right?” Dianmo Ran Qingzhu asked tentatively, ”That’s an ancient technique from the Abyssal Sea Scroll. I heard that Mount Holy Pact was also working in this direction before, but unfortunately, they were framed. In fact, many people in China disagree with that verdict—”

Fang Hong was stunned for a moment, feeling something was off, and couldn’t help but interrupt with a question, ”Abyssal Sea Scroll? Mount Holy Pact?”

How did these get related?

But Dianmo Ran Qingzhu, clearly exhilarated, didn’t catch the underlying tone of his inquiry and continued enthusiastically, ”Yes, in fact, everyone is secretly exploring those legacies left behind. It’s just that no one expected you to be the first one to demonstrate it.”

What does that have to do with anything?

Fang Hong was utterly confused but felt that continuing to ask would lead to trouble. Suppressing the anxiety and curiosity in his heart, he cautiously asked, ”Wait, you mean to say, there aren’t many people using this technique in China?”