Two stories high: the first floor is the alchemy workshop, and the second floor serves as the storage room for supplies. The alchemy workshop is spacious, comparable in size to half a football field. It features dozens of workbenches constructed from concrete, each equipped with a furnace, a blower, and an iron anvil. Concrete benches are laden with various clamps, hammers, and cutting tools. At first glance, it appears to be a paradise for hands-on craft enthusiasts. The instructor, Mo Pan, wears a white shirt and black pants, with his hair neatly combed. He clearly embodies a diligent and composed teaching demeanor. With plain, unremarkable features and gentle eyes, he presents a refined, scholarly image. Today's lesson assignment is to produce consumable items—water-repelling beads—using the tears of the sea deities as raw materials. The administrator will deliver the materials shortly. "Mo Pan spoke with precision and care, saying, 'Now, I'll take you to the second floor, where there are many props from the Hundred Flowers Festival...' Before he finished, Xue Hou Ao Tian interrupted excitedly, 'I see! There must be some divine artifacts hidden inside, waiting patiently for the protagonist to arrive so they can officially recognize him as their master.' Mo Pan paused for a moment, then gently advised, 'That's not exactly the case, Xue Hou. You shouldn't just read superficial books—our scholars should focus on deeper, more substantial works. For instance, books like 'Quantum Mechanics' or 'Black Hole Theory'?...' Zhang Yuanqing silently grumbled. 'I'd like to make it clear that the props in the exhibition room must not be touched. I'll go through each one and introduce you personally. Remember—do not touch them, or else the custodian will attack you.' Mo Pan emphasized with heartfelt concern. 'You've likely taken overseas professional courses, right? The custodian is a puppet—a fusion of a swordsman and a judge. Touching him is strictly prohibited by the exhibition's rules; any violation will result in disciplinary action.' After clarifying the stakes, he led the group up to a double wooden door two meters tall. By the side of the tall double door stood a lifeless figure, a figure holding a sword upright, clad in knightly armor. Standing at 1.8 meters, it wore medieval heavy knight's armor, its cross-shaped long sword ancient and sharp. Mo Pan removed his badge and presented it to the knight figure. The figure bowed slightly, its neck joints emitting a series of crisp "clicks," while subtle gear movements could be heard within its body. It studied the badge for a few seconds before lifting its gaze to examine Mo Pan. Its face remained concealed beneath the iron mask, revealing only two ruby-set eyes that flashed red light, scanning him. After a few seconds, the red light dimmed, and the knight figure stepped forward with a steady, resonant gait, pushing open the wooden door of the exhibition hall. Mo Pan led the trainees inside, while the knight figure carried the ancient long sword behind, maintaining a poised stance as if any disturbance to the room's furnishings would immediately warrant a sword stroke. Inside the display hall, several glass display cases stood arranged, each housing props. "The four rows on the left feature props of extraordinary quality, the two rows on the right house those of sage quality, and the middle row contains props of master quality—totaling 42 items," Teacher Mo Pan explained. "This is one of the headquarters' storage warehouses for props. I must remind you all once again: do not harbor any ill intentions. In the past, several trainees secretly entered the hall at night, attempting to steal props, but were slain by knights. 'These are not challenges your current capabilities can meet,'" she said. Who indeed would think of such a thing? What's the difference between this and robbing a bank or a museum's treasure vault? Zhang Yuan thought to himself. At that moment, he noticed Red Chicken Brother walking straight toward the display cases housing the master-level props, pointing to a full-length mirror with a bronze border and asking, "Teacher, what is this prop?" "Mo Pan said, 'This item is called the Mirror of Fate, crafted by a level-9 artisan. It combines skills in celestial observation and divination, allowing it to reveal a person's destiny and answer questions about it. However, the questions must pertain to fate—such as whether one will have a son or a daughter in the future. It can answer that. But if you ask it, for instance, who潜入 the jellyfish lake the night before yesterday, it will be unable to respond, since that falls outside the realm of fate. Simply stand before the mirror, recite your spiritual realm ID, and then pose your question.'" Upon hearing this, the trainees immediately became enthusiastic and crowded around the mirror. "Step aside! I'll go first!" Red Chicken Brother insisted, forcefully pushing the trainees away. Everyone stepped back, delighted to let him be the guinea pig. "Ahem!" Red Chicken Brother cleared his throat, gazing intently at his reflection in the mirror, and said, "My name is Red Chicken Brother. My question is... who will be my future spouse?" The mirror rippled like ripples on water, then calmed, revealing a graceful young girl with clear, elegant eyes. Next, the mirror stirred again, showing a poised and sensuous woman. Finally, it settled once more, presenting a plain yet refined woman. "Will I have three wives?" Red Chicken was astonished, unable to believe it. Mo Pan paused, speaking with a tone of pity, "No. The correct interpretation is that you will divorce twice." "!!!" Red Chicken stood frozen in place. The others cast sympathetic glances his way. "Step aside, let me try," said Xiahou Aotian, the class president, pushing past the stunned Red Chicken and standing before the mirror. "My name is Xiahou Aotian. Mirror, answer me—can I become a half-god?" The bronze-framed full-length mirror remained silent. After a long pause, five characters appeared: 【Are you a complete fool!】 "What on earth is this broken mirror doing, scolding me?" Xia Hou Ao Tian was furious, but upon glancing at the distant figure of the statue knight, he calmed down. Mo Pan calmly interpreted the information, saying: "The mirror means it is merely a tool that governs quality—it cannot predict the status of a half-divine being, which is beyond its capabilities." "I'm here! I'm here!" Sun Miao Miao excitedly pushed past Xia Hou Ao Tian, embracing her little enthusiast, saying, "My name is Sun Miao Miao. May I ask, will the Prime Heavenly Sovereign send a child to me?" The mirror's surface rippled like still water, and soon, a Sun Miao Miao pregnant with about seven or eight months appeared within it. Sun Miao Miao: "???" Mo Pan quickly interpreted, "The mirror means that if you insist on receiving a child from him, there will only be one way in the future." The young female trainees quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Subsequently, each trainee experienced the fate mirror, asking the questions they most desired—some received satisfying answers and were overjoyed, while others were left disappointed and saddened. Only two remain: San Yang Kai Tai Wu and Zhang Yuan Qing. "Shall I go first?" San Yang Kai Tai Wu noticed that Yuan Shi Tian Zun had no questions. Zhang Yuan Qing nodded. He didn't want to experience the mirror, as he had so many secrets to keep, fearing it might reveal something. San Yang Kai Tai Wu, stylish in demeanor yet remarkably humble and sincere, stood before the full-length mirror, took a deep breath, and with a mix of tension and anticipation, asked: "My name is San Yang Kai Tai Wu. Will the mirror show me the happiness I desire in the future?" He didn't ask too directly, fearing a less-than-ideal answer. The mirror surface gradually revealed two characters: "Not at all." San Yang Kai Tai Wu paled, and with determination, asked: "Will I ever have a girlfriend or a wife?" "No." "By the gods!" "Not even that." The room fell into an eerie silence. San Yang Kai Tai opened her mouth, then suddenly cried out and rushed toward the magic mirror: "I want to shatter this broken mirror! I want to go down with it!" With that, she delivered a powerful punch to the mirror of fate. Her neighbors, Hong Ji Ge and Ren Jun Zi, reacted swiftly and immediately pinned her down. The group of trainees surged forward, dragging the weeping San Yang Kai Tai to the side. The puppet knight silently lowered his great sword. "When fate calls, it will come; when fate does not, do not force it..." Hong Ji Ge patiently urged, then couldn't help but chuckle, "pfft." The trainees wanted to laugh, yet felt it was inappropriate, so they forced themselves to hold back, each wearing a mask of sorrow. The calm and composed Mu Pan teacher turned to Yuan Shi Tian Zun: "Would you like to experience it?" What? Is the demon king alive or dead? What has my father left behind in my soul? Can I successfully rescue the magic eye? Zhang Yuanqing silently complained. "Teacher, I haven't decided yet. Can I keep this experience slot for now? If I think of something, I'll come back to you." He came up with a compromise. Master Mo Pan pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Very good!" ... The Jiao People's Lake. Princess Yin Yao, draped in a robe of yin-yang patterns and carrying a bundle on her neck, drifted slowly toward the Hundred-Beast Island. In her nocturnal state, she didn't need to worry about being seen, yet as a natural water spirit, she was highly sensitive to subtle currents, so she couldn't freely command the water flow. Following Zhang Yuanqing's suggested route, she swam steadily, and after one hour, finally reached the Hundred-Beast Island, where she saw a solitary peak standing upright on the lake floor. There, two Jiao people, each holding a long spear, patrolled near the stone gate. Princess Yin Yao gracefully moved her long legs and approached the two Jiao people. As soon as she came within twenty meters of them, the two Jiao people sensed an unusual surge in the current and instinctively turned to look. But in the very next instant, the two stunningly beautiful Jiao women froze in place. Black seal symbols appeared at the centers of their foreheads—Seals of Sleep. Their spirits had fallen into a deep sleep. Time was short, so Princess Yin Yao swiftly guided the flowing water, darting toward the stone gate. As she swung her legs, she drew out a jade plate from the heavy cloth bundle hanging at her neck. Standing before the gate, she inserted the plate into the circular opening between the two stone doors. The jade plate instantly glowed with a bright red light, distorting the light waves. Amid a steady, resonant creaking sound, the stone gates slowly began to open inward.