The four arrived safely at Gengxin City.
Almost the instant you stepped through the city gate, a strong metallic smell hit you, followed by a deafening series of hammering sounds.
That was the sound of countless blacksmiths wielding their hammers and smashing them hard onto the metal blanks.
This city, known as the metal capital, truly lives up to its reputation!
Despite the noisy and bustling environment, the four of them couldn't hide their eager anticipation.
Biji and Wang Qiu'er go without saying.
The two of them walked together, like two curious little birds, sometimes darting to peek into the blacksmith's shop, sometimes sneaking back to the stall to examine it closely, their eyes full of curiosity about the new human world.
Ah Yin and Dongfang Jing are a nostalgic duo.
Neither of them had set foot in town for a long time, and at this moment, they were filled with indescribable emotions.
"Sister Ayin, why don't you accompany Master and the others for a stroll? I'll go gather some information." Dongfang Jing decided to take care of the important matters first.
Ah Yin nodded slightly: "Okay, be careful."
...
Dongfang Jing raised his hand to put on the mask and walked alone through the bustling street.
He needed to find a highly skilled and trustworthy blacksmith to complete the forging for him.
The rare metal he carefully selected already had a core magic array engraved on it. All that was left was to create a matching outer shell and components, precisely embed the core, and then inject soul power to drive the vehicle.
Dongfang Jing's gaze swept across the shops lining the street and he noticed that in front of several shops stood several burly men with bare chests and bulging muscles, sweating profusely as they worked hard to forge iron.
With only a little forging knowledge, Dongfang Jing could tell from a few glances that these people were of varying skill levels, even far inferior to Tang San when he was six years old.
He had to admit to himself that Tang San's hand skills were indeed quite impressive.
The problem is that his second soul skill, Mirror Image Imitation, can only replicate the six-year-old Tang San, who is skinny and bony.
Although he is quite strong at his age, he lacks stamina.
He can weaken pig iron after a few taps, let alone forge it into a harder rare metal.
Therefore, Tang San, with his frail physical form, was still a long way from the perfect product in Dongfang Jingxin's mind.
Just then, outside a blacksmith shop ahead, a loud voice was enthusiastically shouting.
The area near the source of the sound was already completely surrounded.
"Don't miss out! This is a Radiant Silver Sword handcrafted by a disciple of the current president of the Blacksmiths' Association, the master craftsman Lou Gao. It is truly incredibly sharp, capable of cutting through iron like mud! This is the only one of its kind, and it's being sold at a loss!"
The man standing in the center of the circle, shouting his wares, was a middle-aged man with a bare chest, revealing a muscular, bronze-colored physique.
'Master craftsman. How tall is the building?'
Dongfang Jing squeezed into the crowd, his gaze falling on the sword.
His expression froze instantly, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
The sword gleamed with silver light, dazzlingly bright in the intense sunlight.
The problem is, a sword is a weapon for fighting! How can you make it from a soft metal like silver?
This sword, though it may seem powerful, is ultimately just an ornamental object to be held and admired.
"You little rascal! You're using my teacher's name to swindle people again! You want a beating, don't you?"
Just as Dongfang Jing lost interest and turned to leave, an angry shout rang out from the periphery of the crowd.
The crowd parted with a whoosh, and a robust old man, about sixty years old, strode in with a brisk pace.
His face was ashen; he was clearly furious.
"Oh no! It's Uncle Renyuan!"
The middle-aged man selling his wares panicked when he saw him.
He grabbed his bag and disappeared in a flash.
"You little brat, you're pretty fast!" The old man stomped his feet in anger, but he was too lazy to chase after him.
He then turned to the onlookers and explained:
"That scoundrel who just ran away is nothing more than a distant cousin of Master Lou Gao's personal disciple. He only uses this relationship to swindle people by falsely claiming to be a 'second-generation disciple.' Don't think that my teacher—Master Lou Gao, one of the three great master craftsmen in the world—could have taught such a disgraceful fool!"
Upon hearing this explanation, everyone finally understood.
Some people looked indignant, while others turned and dispersed, unconcerned.
Dongfang Jing was intrigued by the phrase "three great craftsmen".
He had heard Ah Yin mention that Tang Dachui was one of the three great master craftsmen.
Since that was the case, once the crowd had mostly dispersed, he went straight to the old man named Ren Yuan.
He gently removed the mask from his face and politely inquired, "Old blacksmith, I would like to request an audience with Master Lou Gao to have him forge something for me. Are there any special conditions required?"
"you?"
Ren Yuan narrowed his eyes and looked Dongfang Jing up and down.
He was young, had a decent appearance, and spoke politely, which made people feel a sense of goodwill towards him.
But what truly made Ren Yuan take notice was that, despite his Soul King level strength, he couldn't detect even a trace of soul power fluctuation emanating from Dongfang Jing!
Logically speaking, this should be an ordinary person with no soul power.
Yet, Ren Yuan could sense an indescribable pressure emanating from this young man, as if he were hiding a sharp blade yet to be drawn.
He cleared his throat, abandoning his casual attitude, and said seriously, "My teacher Lou Gao doesn't just forge things for anyone. First, you need to have enough gold soul coins in your purse; second, it depends on his mood and interest. If he's interested in what you want to forge, he might even waive the forging fee, and you just need to prepare the materials."
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Jing thought to himself that Master Lou Gao was indeed a man of character.
However, it is often the eccentric people who are the most capable.
"Don't worry, sir. The thing I want to build has never appeared on the entire continent before. I just don't know how I can find this master craftsman, Lou Gao?"
"That's easy. The teacher is at the Blacksmiths' Association headquarters. I'm going back to the association anyway, so come with me."
"Thank you for your trouble."
After thanking him, Dongfang Jing casually raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Ren Yuan was taken aback, wondering to himself: What's this kid doing? Trying to show off in front of this old man?
But then he saw a butterfly shimmering with light flutter by.
The butterfly gently landed beside Dongfang Jing and hovered in mid-air.
Immediately, its body began to rotate rapidly clockwise, and in the blink of an eye, it expanded into a halo as tall as a person, swirling with blue and pink light.
Ren Yuan's eyes widened instantly, and his jaw nearly dropped to the ground in shock.
He watched as three breathtakingly beautiful women gracefully stepped out of the halo.
It was Biji, Ayin, and Wang Qiu'er.
"Disciple, have you found the blacksmith?" Brigitte asked gently.
The three of them each held a cotton candy in their hands, creating a striking contrast.
"Yes, I'm going to the Blacksmiths' Association later," Dongfang Jing replied, then looked at Ren Yuan, who was still in a daze, "Uncle, I'll have to trouble you to show me the way."
Ren Yuan snapped out of his daze and quickly nodded: "Okay, follow me. This way, please!"
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