In the eyes of the little people, the gigantic golden palm inlaid with colorful gems smashed down onto the rocky beach with an earth-shattering boom.

The sheer power of this strike was utterly terrifying.

The ground instantly caved inward, forming a massive depression.

Next, the colossal golden palm swept left and right, leveling every uneven surface until the ground was perfectly flat.

The crowd gasped in unison: “The Deity’s divine work! Truly magnificent!”

Once smoothed, the giant palm pressed down firmly, seeming to compress the earth, then withdrew into the clouds. When it reappeared, it carried a massive structure, lowering it slowly from the heavens.

This structure was as vast as “Gaojia Fortress,” occupying immense space. Not only was there a main building, but also wings; several buildings encircled a huge central field, resembling a parade ground for soldiers to train with weapons.

It descended steadily onto the clearing prepared by the golden palm, planting itself firmly. The palm pressed the structure down once more, tamping the soil beneath any uneven edges. Then, the giant hand retracted into the clouds.

The Old Villagers were accustomed to such sights, beyond amazement, they merely watched calmly. But Dian Deng Zi Zhao Sheng and the newly arrived teachers stood dumbstruck.

Several dropped to their knees immediately, kowtowing frantically toward the sky.

At this moment, Gao Yiye spoke: “The Deity says, what he has just granted us is called a ‘school.’ It is a place for our children’s education. Teachers, please take the children inside.”

The kneeling men scrambled to their feet, ushering their students toward the building.

Vast grounds, orderly classrooms—stepping inside, each rectangular room shone spotlessly bright. Teachers and pupils alike swelled with glee.

Then Li Daoxuan realized a problem!

When little people moved within old, one-or-two-story small houses, he could glimpse them through windows. But modern multi-story complexes were different. This five-floor teaching building’s intricate layout blocked his view.

While they trod the first-floor corridor flanked by classrooms, Li Daoxuan saw only those inside rooms through windows—not the corridor’s inhabitants.

This was inconvenient. Erecting more such structures would hinder his protection of the little people.

Just as the thought arose, the box flashed brilliantly…

Then, inexplicably, he could peer through walls.

Not quite seeing-through walls. He could adjust his “focus.” When concentrating on the school hallway, an arcane force from the box pierced the barriers. Suddenly, he could observe souls within that corridor—even fine-tuning hearing specifically to that space alone.

“Tsk!” Li Daoxuan instinctively glanced at the Rescue Index. Qingjian County’s 3,000 newcomers had boosted the Index significantly. The box had unlocked new functions.

Truly handy.

Usage scope included—yet wasn’t limited to—peeking… cough…

Clearly, this feature required “self-discipline” from him. A gentleman sees nothing unbecoming, hears nothing improper.

While not as eccentric as Bai Yuan, Li Daoxuan strove to uphold such principles—it honored one’s soul.

He shifted focus back into the box, directing it toward the school hallway…

“Each classroom can hold at least fifty children,” Mr. Wang calculated with his fingers. “With over four hundred pupils now, under ten rooms suffice—yet this edifice has five floors, each with ten rooms. Thousands more could enroll without straining capacity. Astounding! A heavenly school indeed.”

Zhao Sheng panted heavily: “Huff… huff… it’s just… climbing… exhausting… cough… five whole stories… so many stairs… endless corridors…why so vast…?”

The crowd fell silent.

Mr. Wang patted his shoulder. “Mr. Zhao, from today onward, perform two sets of calisthenics daily. Frankly, you need them more than the kids.”

Wiping sweat, Zhao Sheng nodded: “Agreed… I… cough… must exercise… cough…”

Others anxiously urged: “Rest before speaking. Your breathlessness worries us.”

Mr. Wang declared: “Let us go at once to the artisans’ well. We need carpenters to craft desks and chairs. First batch—ten classrooms, five hundred sets. This demands a massive project—requiring an artisan master to lead, recruiting innumerable carpenters, apprentices, even labor offenders. Only thus can our school function swiftly.”

Watching the bustling teachers glide along, Li Daoxuan mused overhead: Excellent. With such drive, operation begins soon. Appoint Mr. Wang as principal. Zhao Sheng for gym teacher…? Heh—too devious? Pffft… hahaha.

Fine, assign phys-ed teaching to another. Zhao Sheng can handle vice-principal duties.

Absorbed in school-planning thoughts, he suddenly saw Thirty-Two dart into the building—ogling structures in awe—then approach Gao Yiye softly: “Saint Lady, the comic book you commissioned for publishing is complete.”

Gao Yiye beamed: “Ah! Is it? Quick—show me!”

Thirty-Two scanned the touring teachers and children, whispering: “But you must relay the Deity’s messages. Now seems… inopportune.”

Li Daoxuan chuckled inwardly. Directly, he announced: “Yiye, I’ll visit a friend today. Inform them I’m unavailable.”

With that, he snapped the box lid shut—vanishing from even Gao Yiye’s sight.

Seeing low clouds vanish overhead, Gao Yiye lit with delight: “The revered Deity visits fellow immortals today! No message duties! Moreover… heehee… with the Deity absent… it’s time for that book.”

Thirty-Two sighed, amused: So be it. If Saint Lady toys whimsy, I indulge her. Who knows how the Deity might react seeing this… unusual comic.

Only one way to find out.

Thirty-Two guided Gao Yiye toward the publisher’s office.

Two hundred comic books already stacked here. Blue cotton-thread-bound covers featured an august “Dao Xuan Deity,” beside bold characters: Dao Xuan Deity’s Demon Elimination Tale.