Chapter 22 of the Garbage Picking

The little robot was sitting far away and hadn't actually heard what the people were saying. But the young man's open robe revealed a suit of armor that made him instantly recognize the man.

The craftsmanship of that armor was so advanced that, apart from the little robot itself, no one in this world had reached that level yet; it was very easy to identify.

Even after recognizing this, the little robot did not try to do anything as the person in the shadows had imagined.

Seeing that the little robot remained sitting still, the person in the shadows couldn't sit still any longer.

Soon, the young man who had said he was going to change his clothes returned to the little robot.

"Immortal Master, are you curious about those people?" The young man introduced them to the little robot one by one as he sat down. "The one in the center is Cheng Si, the grandson of the Grand Tutor. Next to him are the son of the Duke of Kang, the grandson of the Prince of Fu, the grandson of the Grand Protector, and the grandson of the Pillar of Yan. They are all powerful and influential people who cannot be easily offended."

These official titles were quickly reviewed in the little robot's program, making it clear how high their status was.

but……

What does it have to do with me?

The little robot looked away, showing no intention of investigating further.

A few humans were not as tempting to him as the stack of exquisite pastries in front of him.

He certainly doesn't eat the snacks, but obviously if no one eats them, they will become kitchen waste, which falls under the little robot's disposal scope.

It's much more interesting than watching unrelated people chat.

His completely indifferent attitude infuriated those in the shadows.

Fortunately, there was more to the story, and they refused to believe that this little immortal master could remain so calm after the follow-up came out!

Soon, the commotion in the second-floor corridor grew louder.

Originally, Cheng Si and his companions were just proudly showing off their protective armor when their path was blocked. They were already a little tipsy from drinking, and their emotions became even more agitated in just a few words. Before anyone could react, Cheng Si and his companions drew their long swords and sabers from their waists.

He slashed at the corridor railing with a knife.

With a loud crash, a thick section of the corridor was cut in half!

The entire food court erupted in an uproar.

Despite causing such a commotion, Cheng Si was still smug: "Look! Open your dog eyes wide and see! You dare to block my way? Do you think your little body can withstand a blow from such a divine weapon? Get out of my way!"

Those who had previously argued with Cheng Si and the others dared not use their own flesh and blood to fight against the divine weapon, and retreated with resentment on their faces.

Not only him, but the onlookers also stepped back a considerable distance, fearing they might be used as a barricade and cut down.

Upon seeing this scene, Cheng Si and his companions did not feel that they were being too arrogant. On the contrary, they were very satisfied with the deterrent effect. They swaggered around carrying their divine weapons and called the shopkeeper to serve them wine and dishes.

It wasn't until the group entered the private room and disappeared that the guests sitting in the lobby on the first floor began to criticize them.

"These privileged children are becoming increasingly arrogant and domineering; sooner or later they'll run into a brick wall."

"Iron plate? What iron plate in Qing Kingdom can withstand theirs? See that young master Cheng's knife? I heard it's a divine weapon that the Immortal Master made not long ago. It's only been a few days, and these people are already using it."

"Immortal Master? Is that the same Immortal Master who saved Guanshi County and repelled the 100,000-strong army of Zheng? How did his divine weapon end up in the hands of these people who have never even been on a battlefield?"

"What else could it be? The powerful and wealthy take all the good things for themselves because they have the advantage. Isn't this kind of thing common?"

"Wouldn't that be a waste of the Immortal Master's hard work? How can we allow divine weapons and armor to be used for personal gain!"

"Isn't that right? You don't know, do you? This isn't the first time they've shown off these divine weapons. I heard that a few days ago, they were swaggering around with these weapons, making countless people angry but not daring to speak out."

"Disgrace! Disgrace! How could you treat the Immortal Master's hard work like this? What would happen if the Immortal Master found out!"

"Tsk tsk, you Qing Kingdom people, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep the Immortal Master for long. If the Immortal Master came to my Zhao Kingdom, we would definitely treat you as an honored guest, and no one would dare to do such a thing as abusing the Immortal Master's divine artifact!"

"Hey, you think your Zhao Kingdom is so great? My Asha Kingdom is much more suitable for immortal masters to live in."

"What's the use of your arguing here? I heard that the envoys from various countries are almost at the capital of Qing Kingdom. I wonder if they can invite the immortal master over."

"I'm afraid the Qing Kingdom won't release him, will they? This is a celestial master who can create divine weapons. Is the Qing Kingdom's ruler out of his mind to send him out to manufacture weapons for another country?"

"What are you saying? The Immortal Master is a living, breathing person. If the Immortal Master wants to leave, how can a king of a country stop him? Anyway, I don't think the Qing Kingdom treats the Immortal Master very well. Maybe the Immortal Master is already dissatisfied."

Various voices chatting reached the little robot's ears.

The young man sitting to the side carefully observed the little robot's expression, but could not discern anything.

Just as he was about to say something, the little robot finally moved.

"It's bedtime. I should go."

The little robot stood up and bid farewell to the young man.

The young man stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do next.

This was the first time he had ever seen someone who, after coming to such a place where people partied every night, still longed to go back to sleep.

"Wait, wait!" The young man stopped the person. "If the immortal master is sleepy, he can sleep here. They treat you well, the room is very clean, the incense is elegant, and the servants are very attentive. The immortal master will definitely be satisfied."

The young man thought that although he looked down on most of the Qing Kingdom, he had to admit that the Huan Ge Fang was a very good place to visit, and other countries really couldn't compare in this respect.

Even if a celestial master lives a life of immortality in heaven, he would still be attracted by the pleasures of the mortal world, right?

As expected, the young man saw the Snow-Haired Immortal Master stop walking away.

The young man was overjoyed and was about to call the waiter over to take the immortal master to the best room to rest.

However, before he could even offer his greeting, the Snow-Haired Immortal Master spoke up: "Are you still going to eat these?"

The little robot was pointing at several stacks of pastries on the table.

Youth: "Huh?"

The little robot repeated, "Do you still want to eat these snacks?"

If you don't eat it, I'll take it and recycle it.

The little robot needs to make sure it doesn't create as much waste as possible.

Young man: "I...I'm not eating anymore?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he watched as the immortal master poured all the pastries on the table together and then tucked them into his chest.

It disappeared.

For a moment, the young man was filled with confusion.

I don't know whether to be awestruck by the miracle I witnessed or astonished by the immortal master's stingy and impoverished behavior.

However, his thoughts had no effect on the little robot.

The little robot, who didn't feel there was anything wrong with eating and taking things, returned to Naji's house as usual, and went to work at the Armory the next day as usual.

It's as if nothing happened yesterday.

For him, it was as if nothing had happened yesterday, but for others, it was something they simply couldn't do.

At today's court assembly in Qing Kingdom, the ministers noticed that the king's eyes were dark and his face was haggard, clearly indicating that he had not rested well. They all stepped forward to advise the king to take care of his health.

After the king and his ministers exchanged pleasantries and showed mutual concern, and seeing that the ministers had no other important matters to report, the king suddenly said:

"The Immortal Master has been in the capital for some time now. I would like to hold a grand ceremony for him to express my gratitude to Heaven for sending him down to earth to help me. Do any of you have any good suggestions?"

The ministers looked at each other in bewilderment.

What procedures should be followed to conduct this sacrificial ceremony? There has never been a relevant case before.

For a moment, everyone was at a loss.

Fortunately, the king did not insist on doing it immediately. He allowed the ministers to discuss it slowly, and it was best to do it in a grand and solemn manner, as this was something that would reach the ears of the emperor.

The proposal made in the imperial court was not kept secret and quickly spread.

At least the Third Young Master Liu Yun knew about it that very day.

The Third Young Master, who had fully recovered from the poisoning, had become a devoted fan of the Immortal Master during his treatment. Even after recovering, he still wanted to stay at the auspicious residence every day.

If it weren't for the fact that even the Third Young Master couldn't just stay in such an important place as the Armory, he probably would have stayed there for another day, just wanting to follow the little robot around.

Upon receiving news of the sacrificial ceremony, it excitedly ran to the little robot to share the good news.

"Immortal Master, Immortal Master, this is a sacrificial ceremony held especially for you. It will probably be recorded in the history books. How magnificent!"

"By the way, Immortal Master, you are a true immortal who descended to the mortal realm. You must know more about the proper rituals to send news from the mortal world to the heavens than those ministers do, right? Why don't you tell them, and I'll explain it to them for you!"

The third young master began to imagine the grandeur of the sacrificial ceremony. Standing high in splendid attire, revered by thousands—what an enviable sight that would be!

The third young master spent a long time lost in thought, but the protagonist of the ritual showed no excitement whatsoever.

The little robot didn't care whether or not there was a sacrifice, and it had no objections to the ceremony, indicating that everything was up to the humans.

However, the little robot has actually made some progress in "returning messages from the mortal world to heaven".

He certainly wasn't actually able to transmit any earthly news to the gods in heaven; rather, the return-to-base program had finally gathered enough energy to begin its work.

The trash cans in this little robot model are equipped with a return-to-home program. Normally, the destination of this program is the main recycling station on each planet. When the recycling bins on the trash cans are full, the return-to-home program will be activated to head to the recycling station.

The little robot had just crossed over on its way from the main factory to its workplace when the return-to-home system hadn't had time to record the target, which was its main manufacturing company.

However, whether the return destination is the manufacturing company or the recycling center, it's not in this time and space.

When the little robot first realized it had traveled through time, it tried to initiate a return-to-home procedure to return to its original time and space, but unfortunately, the system energy was insufficient and the return-to-home procedure could not be initiated.

Now that the little robot has collected so much trash, including a significant amount of energy from the meteorite that caused the Third Prince's poisoning, along with all the absorbable energy such as light, wind, and water absorbed during its daily activities, the return-to-home process has finally reached the activation criteria.

Next, given just a little time, the little robot can open the wormhole and attempt to return home.

The little robot is very excited about this.

Even though the king kept sending people to invite him over for a chat and disturb his work, the little robot tolerated it because he was about to return to base soon.