Seeing the child pull out a strangely ugly tool he had never encountered before, Huang Jian immediately sensed trouble. When he then watched the child lift that hideous tool and completely strip the casing off a top-of-the-line centrifuge worth tens of millions, he let out a fierce roar.

Zhong Yun was startled, but fortunately, the handheld auxiliary device in his hand corrected in time, preventing an accident that would have destroyed the machine.

Frustrated by the interruption, he saw the B-rank mechanic leap over, blocking the cutting-edge equipment from which Zhong Yun had just removed a piece of metal casing, and jab a finger into Zhong Yun’s face, demanding, "Do you have any idea what you are doing?"

Zhong Yun felt the spray of saliva and bristled slightly. With a dark expression, he said, "I only know this: if you don't disappear from my sight, you will lose your job."

Huang Jian was clearly unfazed. His face flushed with anger. "You think I'm scared of your threats? Even if I lose this job, I won't stand by and watch you ruin these machines."

Looking at the righteous Huang Jian, Zhong Yun had a massive headache—why did he have to deal with a guy like this? "I hired you to help, not to cause trouble."

"I won't let you destroy these machines in front of me," Huang Jian stated without any intention of backing down.

"You forced my hand," Zhong Yun said helplessly.

Huang Jian snorted, a flicker of disdain flashing in his eyes. He truly couldn't fathom what this half-grown child and two old men could possibly do to him.

Zhong Yun turned to Yang Siqing, spreading his hands in a gesture that meant, This is your mess; you clean it up.

Yang Siqing nodded expressionlessly. Her finger snapped. An invisible gust of force shot out, striking Huang Jian in the back. The earnest mechanic, focused solely on protecting the machinery from being dismantled, staggered as if struck by a heavy club. With two stifled grunts, he collapsed to the ground.

Zhong Yun dragged him into a corner and resumed his work.

This interlude did not affect them.

Elder Huang sat on the sofa, watching Zhong Yun use that set of bizarre tools to dismantle one large piece of mechanical equipment after another into heaps of components. The efficiency was so high it would make a senior technician hang his head in shame.

The key point was that he was here today to participate in the plant therapy, not to watch how skilled Zhong Yun was at taking machines apart.

But seeing Zhong Yun so busy and engrossed, he dared not speak and disturb him, leaving him somewhat conflicted.

In contrast, the person directly involved, Yang Siqing, maintained an air of complete calm, as if none of this concerned him. Only the bulging veins on the hand clutching the pot containing the withered "Crystal Glaze Rose" betrayed his true emotions.

With every machine he disassembled, Zhong Yun would rummage through the parts, selecting anything he deemed useful and sweeping the rest into a corner.

Gradually, both elders began to understand what he was doing, yet they found the idea utterly preposterous. Did this young man possess mastery in mechanical design and assembly in addition to his expert skill with flora?

The world was not without geniuses. In their own respective lifetimes, both men had encountered many youths who, at a very young age, had achieved remarkable success in a specific field through sheer, overwhelming talent.

Indeed, they themselves had been considered prodigies in their youth.

In their view, Zhong Yun, at only seventeen, managing to cultivate the nearly extinct "Seven Fairies"—whether by luck or genuine capability—had already earned their acknowledgment.

Then, when Zhong Yun claimed he could revive the withered "Crystal Glaze Rose," they were both half-believing, half-doubting. Elder Huang leaned more toward belief, while Yang Siqing harbored more suspicion.

For their own reasons, both had become involved in this seemingly absurd treatment plan.

Upon entering, Zhong Yun immediately started dismantling things without attending to the actual task, which only heightened their sense of absurdity.

It was only when Zhong Yun began diligently sorting the components that they dimly grasped his objective. Being men of experience and gravity, they patiently waited; only time would reveal whether Zhong Yun was merely fooling them.

After more than an hour, Zhong Yun finally finished taking everything apart. The spacious room was piled high with scattered metal bits, appearing both messy and extremely crowded.

Wiping away a bead of sweat that wasn't actually there, Zhong Yun announced, "It’s finally done."

"Heavens!"

At that moment, the unconscious Huang Jian faintly woke up. Seeing the scene before him—over a hundred pieces of cutting-edge equipment reduced to parts strewn across the floor, not a single one intact—he let out a scream that nearly made him pass out again.

"You are committing a crime!" he roared indignantly, jumping up as if to fight him to the death.

Zhong Yun truly couldn't stand him anymore. He leveled the disassembly tool in his hand at him. "If you cause any more trouble, don't be surprised if I take you apart for parts too."

"Go ahead!" Huang Jian’s eyes were red, like a maddened bull. He puffed out his chest and lunged toward the tip of the tool in Zhong Yun's hand.

"Damn it!" Zhong Yun hastily pulled his hand back, narrowly avoiding piercing a hole through the stubborn bald man.

"Madman!" Zhong Yun cursed. "If you don't stop, I'll have someone knock you out again."

Huang Jian paused, calming down slightly. That threat was clearly more potent. He hadn't understood what happened a moment ago before suddenly passing out. If he were knocked out again, these rare, top-tier devices might truly be beyond saving.

With this thought, he anxiously began making calls, summoning contacts and repair specialists he knew, hoping to see if the equipment could be reassembled.

Seeing that he was no longer bothering him, Zhong Yun began his own work, carefully laying out the selected parts one by one. In reality, there weren't many—only about a hundred or so components he deemed usable, generally one piece from each machine, with a few machines yielding two.

Looking at the varied sizes of the components, Zhong Yun felt the task ahead was tricky; assembling them would not be easy.

"You two keep an eye on him," Zhong Yun instructed, gesturing toward the B-rank mechanic who was still on the phone. "Don't let him disturb me."

"No problem." A fierce glint flashed in Yang Siqing's eyes, and the murderous look he directed at Huang Jian sent a chill down the spine of the B-rank mechanic making the calls.

Zhong Yun mentally reviewed the schematic, recalling the steps again.

To bring Yang Siqing's "Crystal Glaze Rose" back to life, there were two methods. The first was to use the Yuan within his body to continuously stimulate it, activating the plant's life force until it revived.

However, Zhong Yun didn't have much Yuan internally, and this process would take several months. He lacked the patience and the time for such a prolonged effort.

The second method involved machinery, but Dawa did not manufacture such equipment, even though the country long possessed the necessary technology.

Therefore, Zhong Yun had to pursue an indirect route: first buying a large batch of machines, salvaging the useful components, and then assembling a machine himself.

Although cumbersome, this was the only viable path.

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