Chapter Fifty-Three: Divine Craftsman

  Principal Fei's smile was like a fox, his eyes full of appreciation as he looked at Qian Jin. He thought to himself that this kid not only had great strength but also a very clear head. When faced with an opponent he couldn't beat, he would directly take action; when faced with a troublesome opponent, he would immediately use anything that could be used to threaten and coerce the opponent into not daring to make a move.

  Rodriguez's front teeth were about to fall out, the higher the cultivation of Dou Qi, the more difficult it was. Many people practiced for a year and didn't necessarily improve by one level. Among the top ten in the third grade now, only two people had sixth-level Dou Qi, and Gan Jing was only in first grade!

  Invincible! Rodriguez was overjoyed, the strength that Qianjin showed today is not just a first-year warrior's invincibility, I'm afraid that among all the students in the entire academy, he also has the qualifications to be called invincible. Maybe his endurance can't compare to the top two third-year students... Hmm! It should be like this...

  Last night, two second-year warriors who were beaten looked pale and shrank their necks. They thought that the top ten of the same level could help them avenge, but now it seems that even if they go up, they will only be beaten. The strength shown by Qianjin in this battle is too strong, isn't it?

  "Alright, alright! That's enough! Principal Fick clapped his hands loudly and roared: "Get started with the laps quickly! Unless you don't want to have breakfast!"

  The crowd around began to queue up for a run, Gan Jing and Luo Lin ran in circles with some loneliness, the recent battle made people suddenly afraid of him, instinctively wanting to keep a distance from him.

  "Huh?" Gan Jing made a strange discovery, that the Zhu Lisi who was still abnormally proud last night, looked at Bi Luo with eyes full of fear!

  Zhu Li Si is afraid of Bi Luo? Gan Jing scratched his head in confusion, what's going on here? It's really too strange.

  Biluo sat in the corner, as usual, her eyes closed timidly, and she was meditating carefully.

  Having finished breakfast, Qianjin had just walked out of the cafeteria when he saw Mr. Rodriguez coming towards him with a face that was almost spitting fire.

  "Teacher..." Qian Jin slightly bowed his head and nodded: "Getting angry early in the morning is bad for your health."

  "Bad for you!" Rodriguez gave a vigorous slap on the forehead: "Isn't my anger caused by you? What are you going to do?"

  "What else can we do? Of course, go to class. Playing truant will deduct points."

  "Class? Do you still remember what you promised me last night?" Rodriguez's eyes blazed with anger, almost materializing into a tangible spray on Qianjin's face.

  "Yesterday? Oh, you're talking about that Fabregas?" Dryly scratching his head: "Skipping class will deduct points..."

  "Scram!" Rodriguez kicked dryly at Kenji's butt, fortunately Kenji dodged to the side or else he'd have had to do laundry again: "I've excused you from all your classes today with every teacher, now get going and do what you're supposed to."

  "Huh? Oh." Qian Jin scratched his head and walked towards the school gate with a wobbly gait: "It's not that serious..."

  The sound of Rodriguez quickening his pace came from behind, and Gan Jin also hurriedly increased his pace. This teacher's temper was notorious for being impatient, and if he continued to walk slowly, he would surely come up and kick someone again.

  "Consider yourself lucky." Rodriguez raised his arm and shouted with concern: "Kid, be serious! Don't waste your life! Everyone only lives once, don't wait until you're old to look back and regret it."

  "Got it~~" Gan Jing turned his back to Rodriguez and waved his hand, feeling a warmth in his heart. This teacher was indeed hot-tempered, but he truly cared about him. Coming to the Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy, even if he hadn't found the secret recipe for "The Unmatched Wind and Cloud", getting to know the teacher and Luo Lin, that fat guy, made it all worth it!

  As he walked out of the school gate, Qian Jin took out a card from his pocket that Fabre Des had given him. On this not-so-large object was drawn an exquisite map, clearly marking the location of the Fabre Des family home.

  It so happened that on the way to Fabre Des Essarts' house, one had to pass by Franlin's blacksmith shop.

  Considering that big shots usually don't get up too early, Qian Jin first entered the Franlin blacksmith shop.

  "So early?" Franlin, holding a large hammer, subconsciously looked out the window at the sun and anxiously looked at Qianjin: "Is this morning? You should be in class at this time. Although ironwork can earn money, you can't neglect your main job because of it. Go back to school quickly."

  Qian felt a warmth in his heart, an ironworker uncle he had just met for a few days, seeing himself not first worrying about making more money in the ironwork shop, but rather worrying about the warrior students' academic problems.

  "Uncle Franlin..." Qian Jin scratched his head and walked towards the backyard: "The teacher asked me to find Fabreidis, I'm not allowed to attend class today."

  "Is it?" Franlin asked with an urgent look: "Then why don't you go?"

  Gan Jian walked into the backyard of the blacksmith's shop and pointed to the sky: "So early, no one in the family has gotten out of bed, this is not good at all. How about I forge a piece of iron first? Can Uncle help me start a fire?"

  "What's wrong with that?" Franlin smiled and handed over his own hammer, rolling up his sleeves to start pumping the bellows.

  Qianjin gripped the hammer tightly, staring at the gradually reddening iron anvil without immediately striking it. His mind recalled that strange one-hammer strike, simulating over a hundred times in mid-air how to control the fall of the hammer.

  Franklin suddenly felt that today's Dry Qi, who was holding a hammer, was completely different from the one in the past few days. There was a subtle aura of a master brewing inside him, and he seemed to be facing not a young man, but a seasoned master who had been forging iron for many years!

  Suddenly! Gan Jing abruptly inhaled a mouthful of hot air, and the iron-smelting breathing technique suddenly started to revolve inside his body. The scorching airflow wandered through each dead pore, and the arm holding the iron hammer was raised high.

  "This is..." Franlin gazed at Qianjin, slightly stunned. In the moment this young man raised his hammer, a special aura faintly emerged! That aura... was just like the statue in front of the Ironworkers' Guild, the divine craftsman Ovillein!

  That statue is the masterpiece of a master sculptor, Sarakato Tenti, who spent ten years carving it. It completely showcases the divine aura and momentum of Oviran, the patron deity of the blacksmiths' guild, as an immortal work.

  "Learn from this statue! All the craftsmanship of my life is in this statue." These were the last words left by the divine craftsman Aubrey when he disappeared from the blacksmith's guild.

  For many years, countless blacksmiths have come to pay their respects and hope to gain insight into the memories of that divine craftsman.

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