Chapter 18: Chapter 18

Liu Yang ran.

Not toward the sound of hammers—that would be suicide, walking into a demolition crew with nothing but a calculator and righteous anger. No, he ran toward the Bureau's storage wing, where the reinforced qi-steel prototypes were kept, where Iron Hoof had helped him test the tensile strength of his first alloy blend.

The doors were sealed with Celestial Court wax. He broke the seal with his elbow.

Inside, the shelves were bare. Everything had been confiscated. Everything except one thing—a single I-beam of his experimental qi-steel compound, shoved behind a rack of obsolete cloud-chisels. It was the first successful batch, the one with the 2.3% molybdenum infusion that made it sing when struck. They'd missed it. Probably because it was covered in his handwriting—measurements, formulas, and a half-finished sketch of a dragon-shaped bracket he'd been doodling while waiting for the alloy to cool.

He grabbed it. It was heavy. In the Heavenly Domain, his mortal body had been replaced with something stronger, but the beam still made his arms ache as he hauled it through the Bureau's back exit.

The streets of the First Heaven were chaos.

Immortals rushed past him, their robes flapping, their faces tight with fear or excitement. A few carried bundles of belongings. Others carried official decrees. The air was thick with the smell of burning—not fire, but something sharper. Qi being repurposed. Old structures being unmade.

"Move aside! Move aside for the Celestial Engineering Corps!"

A squad of immortals in silver-and-blue uniforms pushed through the crowd. They were dragging a massive contraption behind them—something that looked like a cross between a trebuchet and a crane, bristling with sigils and pulleys. Liu Yang recognized the design. It was one of his own, stolen and modified. The Architect's people had taken his ideas and twisted them into demolition tools.

The squad passed without noticing him. He was just another figure in the chaos, his robes dusty from the Underlayer, his face lined with fatigue. But his eyes tracked them as they turned toward the southern skybridge, toward the Golden Canopy Bridge.

Toward his bridge.

He needed help. He needed Iron Hoof, the ox-headed foreman who understood more about construction than half the immortals put together. He needed the Jade Emperor, who had at least listened to him once, even if he'd been too timid to act. He needed anyone who remembered what Liu Yang had been trying to build.

But first, he needed to understand how much time he'd actually lost.

The communication hub had said dawn. But the sun was high, and the sound of hammers was already ringing across the city. Liu Yang did the math in his head—a habit he couldn't shake, even now. The demolition of the Golden Canopy Bridge, with its interwoven qi-steel lattice and self-reinforcing anchor points, should have taken at least three hours with standard celestial tools.

Unless they were using his own designs against him.

He found Iron Hoof in the last place he expected: the Bureau's old mess hall, sitting alone at a table covered in dust, an untouched bowl of spirit-noodles in front of him.

"Hoof!"

The ox-headed immortal looked up. His massive shoulders slumped even further when he saw Liu Yang. "Boss. You're alive."

"Barely. What happened? Why didn't you—"

"Why didn't I what?" Iron Hoof's voice was hoarse. "You disappeared. Chen Guang showed up with a decree signed by the Jade Emperor himself. Said you'd abandoned your post. Said the Underlayer had claimed you and that the Architect had been appointed to 'stabilize celestial infrastructure.'"

"People believed that?"

"People believe what they're told when the alternative is being labeled a traitor." Iron Hoof finally picked up the noodles, then set them down again without eating. "I tried to fight it. Gathered half the crew, told them we'd wait for you. But then the Architect's enforcers came. They didn't punish us, boss. They gave us new assignments. Promotions for anyone who cooperated. Reassignment to the Celestial Nexus project for anyone who wanted to 'contribute to the future.'"

"And the ones who refused?"

Iron Hoof's eyes flickered to the window. Outside, the demolition crew was still marching toward the bridge. "They're still down in the Underlayer. Chen Guang made an example of them."

Liu Yang's grip tightened on the I-beam. The alloy hummed against his palm, as if it could feel his anger. "I need you to come with me."

"Where?"

"We're going to save the bridge."

Iron Hoof stared at him. For a long moment, the ox-headed immortal said nothing. Then he laughed—a low, bitter sound. "Boss, I've followed you through hell. Literally. I've hauled materials through the Underlayer, I've held back void-beasts while you calculated load distributions, I've even pretended to understand what 'moment of inertia' means." He shook his head. "But I can't follow you into this. The Architect has the Jade Emperor's ear. He has the Celestial Court's approval. He has an army of engineers who've been trained to worship his methods and despise yours."

"So you're giving up?"

"I'm being realistic."

"Let me tell you a story about being realistic." Liu Yang set the I-beam down with a clang that echoed through the empty hall. "When I was back on Earth, I worked on a bridge project. A suspension bridge over a river that flooded every spring. The locals said it couldn't be done. The soil was too soft, the current too strong, the budget too small. Every engineer who looked at it said it was impossible."

Iron Hoof waited.

"I built it anyway. Not because I was smarter than them, but because I knew one thing they didn't. The river wasn't the enemy. The enemy was the assumption that the river couldn't be redirected."

"What does that have to do with—"

"The Architect isn't the river, Hoof. He's a man. A very talented man, sure. But he's making the same mistake the locals made. He's assuming the Golden Canopy Bridge can't be saved because he doesn't understand how it was built." Liu Yang picked up the I-beam again. "But I understand it. I designed it. I know every rivet, every joint, every subtle flaw. And more importantly, I know how to make it fall apart in a way that looks like sabotage but isn't."

Iron Hoof's ears perked up. "You want to... sabotage your own bridge?"

"No. I want to make it impossible to demolish without killing everyone who tries."

The ox-headed immortal was silent for a long moment. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his broad face. "Boss, you've got a twisted mind."

"Thank you. Now grab a hammer. We've got a bridge to save."

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They moved fast, using the underbelly of the First Heaven's skyways to avoid detection. Iron Hoof knew the maintenance tunnels better than anyone—he'd spent decades repairing the city's infrastructure, most of it invisible to the immortal population above.

"The Golden Canopy Bridge is the only one with a full lattice structure," Liu Yang explained as they crawled through a duct barely wide enough for Iron Hoof's shoulders. "The Architect's demolition crews are trained to dismantle cantilever bridges and simple arch designs. They'll try to attack the central span first, assuming it's load-bearing. But my bridge doesn't work that way. It's a continuous system. If they cut one cable, the load redistributes. If they remove one column, the stress shifts to the adjacent supports."

"So they'll fail?"

"They'll fail if they follow standard protocols. But Chen Guang isn't stupid. He worked with me long enough to understand the basics. He'll know to attack the anchor points first." Liu Yang paused at a junction, checking his mental map. "That's why we need to get there before they do and reinforce the anchors with this."

He hefted the I-beam. Iron Hoof squinted at it. "That's your experimental alloy. The one that's too rigid for standard construction."

"Exactly. It's brittle under normal loads. But under high-stress conditions, it doesn't yield—it shatters. And when it shatters, it releases a burst of kinetic energy that'll throw off their cutting tools for at least an hour."

"You want to booby-trap your own bridge."

"I want to make it so that demolishing it becomes a multi-day operation. Enough time for me to reach the Jade Emperor and explain what's actually happening."

They emerged into a service alcove overlooking the Golden Canopy Bridge. Liu Yang's breath caught in his throat.

The bridge was still standing—for now. But demolition crews were swarming across its surface like ants on a carcass. They were setting up cutting frames at the anchor points, just as he'd predicted. And at the center of the operation, standing on a floating platform with a scroll in his hand, was Chen Guang.

The Architect's disciple was younger than Liu Yang remembered, with sharp features and a perpetual smirk. He was directing the demolition with the confidence of someone who'd never seen a structure fight back.

"He's going to be embarrassed," Liu Yang murmured.

"What do you need me to do?"

Liu Yang turned to Iron Hoof. "I need you to create a diversion. Draw their attention to the eastern anchor. Make them think there's a structural failure."

"What kind of failure?"

"I don't know—be creative. You're a foreman. You know what a collapsing structure looks like."

Iron Hoof grinned. "I can do that. But boss—what are you going to do?"

Liu Yang looked down at the I-beam in his hands. Then he looked at the bridge, at the gleaming lattice of qi-steel that he'd designed to outlast the heavens themselves.

"I'm going to become the load-bearing element."

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The diversion was spectacular.

Iron Hoof emerged from the service tunnel on the eastern side of the bridge, bellowing a warning about cracked supports and imminent collapse. The demolition crews scattered, their cutting frames abandoned as they rushed to investigate. Chen Guang shouted orders from his platform, his voice cracking with frustration.

And Liu Yang ran.

He sprinted across the bridge's main span, the I-beam over his shoulder, dodging abandoned tools and half-disassembled railings. The structure groaned beneath his feet—they'd already removed several key components, and the bridge was beginning to sag. But it was still holding. Still fighting.

He reached the western anchor point, where the bridge connected to the cliffs of the First Heaven. The demolition crew had left a cutting frame in place, its sigils glowing with suppressed energy. Liu Yang ignored it. He focused on the anchor itself—the massive qi-steel joint that bore the weight of the entire span.

He wedged the I-beam into the mechanism, using his body weight to force it into position. The alloy hummed, vibrating with the stress of the bridge pulling against it. Liu Yang knew the physics. He knew that adding a rigid element to a flexible system would create a point of failure. But he also knew that this particular alloy wouldn't fail quietly.

It would fail loudly.

Pain exploded through his hands as the I-beam locked into place. The bridge shuddered, its weight redistributing, stress concentrating on his beam. He could feel it reaching its breaking point, feel the crystalline structure of the alloy beginning to fracture.

He needed to be clear before it shattered.

Liu Yang pulled his hands away—too late. The I-beam detonated with a sound like a thunderclap, sending a shockwave through the bridge. Liu Yang was thrown backward, his body slamming against the cliff face. His vision went white.

When it cleared, the cutting frame was gone. Vaporized. And the anchor point was fused solid, the I-beam's remnants having melted into the mechanism in a way that no demolition crew could easily undo.

Liu Yang pushed himself to his feet, coughing dust. His ribs ached. His ears were ringing.

But the Golden Canopy Bridge still stood.

And Chen Guang was staring at him from across the span, his face a mask of fury