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The receptionist gave a cold snort:
"You know, this is what we do. So what if there's a forging workshop in the hall? There are plenty of people who use it."
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow:
"No, bro, what you're saying sounds a bit..."
"What's wrong with what I said? You know that."
Qian Renxue took a deep breath and shouted:
"Alright, you don't need to say anything more. Let's find a place to wait!"
Ling Yuan and Lin Feng exchanged an apologetic look and accompanied Qian Renxue to another part of the hall to rest.
Qian Renxue, sitting on the sofa, pouted:
"Now I understand why he was the only receptionist there."
Lin Feng chuckled. Perhaps the essence of humanity is simply being a repeating machine?
He took Qian Renxue's delicate hand and said cheerfully:
"I find it quite interesting. People with this kind of personality are good candidates for blacksmithing."
Looking at the furnace in front of him, Lin Feng seemed to be deep in thought.
Earth produces metal.
I have already established the connection between the souls of both.
The third soul meridian grants control over gravity, while the fourth soul meridian is the Golden罡 Sword Formation.
Logically speaking, it seems that directly generating Unlimited Blade Works would be faster and more efficient.
This weapon is useless to me; it's not like it's a soul tool from the second battle.
This period
Can I go to the Sun Moon Continent? What is the current state of soul tool development there?
The time passed quickly as the three sat cross-legged in meditation.
With a cheerful and loud voice, the three of them woke up from their slumber.
"Hahaha, today was quite enjoyable! This newly arrived Rechisto ore is indeed difficult to temper. But come on, everyone, take a look and see what you think of this sword!"
Lin Feng, Qian Renxue, and Ling Yuan looked over with some curiosity.
A very burly figure was seen holding a blue longsword and showing it off.
"As expected of the president!"
"President, you're amazing! Look at this flawless piece, look at the exquisite lines and perfect shaping! Teach me, President!"
Lin Feng nodded slightly; it seemed the main person had arrived.
The president of the Blacksmith Association, the strongest master craftsman in Douyi, the Soul Saint Lou Gao.
He was tall, much taller than the average person, estimated to be at least two meters tall, and appeared imposing and dignified.
He was physically strong with well-defined muscles, a testament to long-term labor and exercise.
His face was resolute and his features were sharp, revealing his unwavering and indomitable character.
They wore simple artisan clothing made of durable fabric, covered in metal dust and oil stains.
A dignified yet approachable demeanor is often found in masters.
The receptionist who was wielding the hammer also stopped what he was doing and whispered a few words in the ear of the person upstairs.
Lou Gao looked at Lin Feng and the other two with some surprise.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression changed when he saw Ling Yuan.
His cultivation level is impossible to discern from a distance; could he be a Title Douluo?
Without making a sound, Lin Feng picked up the registration form and examined it carefully.
This is Scholar Lin Feng, the newly appointed Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. What does he want from me?
He reached out and raised his hand, then put it away again, taking out the scabbard from his storage ring and storing the newly forged sword inside.
Then comes the toss.
The blacksmiths who had gathered around him rushed forward, eager to admire his skills.
“Don’t step on it!”
"Quick, catch it!"
Lou Gao walked up to Lin Feng and the other two with doubts in his heart.
He tentatively said to Ling Yuan:
"This...Your Majesty?"
"Ah."
Ling Yuan nodded slightly.
This made Lou Gao's heart skip a beat. Could it really be a Title Douluo coming to his door?
"Please forgive Lou Gao for his previous rudeness."
"It doesn't matter."
This is something I'm trying to say.
Her eyes darted around, and she turned to look at Lin Feng:
"I wonder what brings Grand Scholar Lin Feng here?"
Lin Feng chuckled lightly:
"President Lou Gao, this isn't the place to talk, is it? Why don't you take us to a quiet place first?"
"Of course, please follow me."
Following Lou Gao's footsteps, Lin Feng and his two companions arrived at a secluded spot in the association's upper echelons.
In the mezzanine on the top floor, a small foundry was built.
Next to the foundry is a hall with a view of Gengxin City, and a huge floor-to-ceiling window is embedded in the outer wall.
After brewing tea for the three of them, Lou Gao asked his question:
"I wonder what brings you all here to see me. If I remember correctly, we delivered the Spirit Hall's order from a few days ago on time and in the correct quantity, and the quality was absolutely top-notch."
Lin Feng smiled and shook his head:
"President Lou Gao, there's no need to panic. We've come to see you because we have other matters to discuss with you."
"Oh?"
For the master craftsman Lou Gao, money held no appeal.
After all, Lou Gao, as the president of the blacksmiths' association, controls most of the rare metals and the production chain, which means that he and the blacksmiths' association have considerable financial resources to some extent.
Furthermore, the blacksmiths' association also holds auctions, which indicates that the association is capable of conducting large-scale metal and weapons transactions, which usually requires sufficient funds and resources.
Therefore, someone already at the level of a master craftsman would likely only be interested in unknown tools, unknown forging knowledge and techniques, or precious ores, or something else entirely.
Lin Feng just happens to possess one of these qualities.
A hand glides across the belt:
"President Lou Gao, please take a look."
As he spoke, Lin Feng slowly took out an exquisite jade box from the storage bag at his waist.
The jade box emitted a faint, warm luster, as if it contained some kind of mysterious energy. He gently placed the jade box on the table, and then gently opened it.
As the jade box was opened, a strange and wonderful aura wafted out, making people feel refreshed and relaxed.
Lou Gao's pupils widened slightly as the jade box was opened.
His eyes were filled with disbelief and shock.
He swallowed hard, his tone hesitant:
"What do you want me to do?"
Lin Feng and Ling Yuan exchanged a glance, and the former smiled faintly:
"It's nothing, I just wanted to talk to you about a collaboration, and I'm sure you won't refuse."
Lou Gao frowned:
"Our Blacksmiths' Association has no intention of getting involved in the conflict between your Spirit Hall and the two great empires."
Lin Feng looked up at the tall building with some surprise:
"When did I say that I wanted Chairman Lou Gao to get involved in the dispute?"
And a dispute? What dispute?
Lou Gao was taken aback, but his gaze never left the jade box for a moment: