Chapter 54: Dignity and Glory! Seeking Recommendation Tickets

  Clang! A loud metallic crash, sparks scattered like a brilliant summer firework.

  Franklin suddenly gave a violent start, just in that instant! At the moment when Gan Jing struck that one hammer blow, he felt that what was standing in front of him was not Gan Jing, but that eternal Ove Blue statue come to life! He drew out a perfect arc! That one hammer blow seemed to contain infinite changes! That one hammer blow was truly art!

  Clang...... Clang...... Clang......

  With a loud clang, the hammer rose and fell, and he gradually began to feel a bit more at ease with his movements. After just ten strikes, he stopped and in front of him lay a piece of eighth-grade refined iron, quiet and still.

  Franklin stared at Qian Jin, unknowingly tears streaming down his face, his eyes bursting with fervent worship and emotion, his hands grasping the bellows trembling repeatedly.

  These years, Fran Lin frequently recalled the Ouye Blue Sculpture he saw, but could never understand the truth of craftsmanship it contained. Just now! Under the dry and powerful hammering, Fran Lin suddenly understood! He figured out many problems that he couldn't figure out before, although he still can't strike a hammer like Gan Jing, he felt his own improvement!

  It feels magical, like a moment when many incomprehensible things suddenly become clear, and the tightly closed doors are smashed open one after another by a mad bull.

  "Qian jing...... Qian jing...... I, can I hit once?"

  Kanjirō took out the No. 8 pure iron and stood aside, watching Franlin hammering away, sparks flying with each strike of the hammer, and soon Franlin was dripping with sweat beads the size of peas.

  After a while, Franlin stopped hammering, wiped the sweat from his forehead and burst into tears in front of the iron slab.

  Qian Jin was startled by Fran's actions, wasn't he overreacting a bit?

  The loud wailing cry brought Francis rushing in from the sales equipment room, shouting "What's wrong? Brother, what's wrong?"

  "Fran...!" Fran knelt on the ground, pointing at the refined iron in front of him, panting and saying: "Brother, you see..."

  "This is... third-grade refined iron?" Francis looked at Franlin in utter bewilderment: "Brother, what's so exciting about this? Dryness can refine fifth-grade iron..."

  "This is what I've made......" Franlin excitedly picked up the still very hot three-tiered refined iron, as if he was carefully cradling the most precious treasure in the world: "This is what I've managed to make."

  "What?" France's eyes widened like small iron hammers: "How is this possible?"

  Qian Jin stood by, extremely embarrassed, scratching his head. What's going on here? He had forged a piece of eighth-grade fine iron and wanted to surprise Franlin, but instead, he was upstaged by a piece of third-grade fine iron.

  "Brother, I'm a third-rate blacksmith! I'm a third-rate blacksmith!" Franlin sobbed: "Although I haven't gone to the guild to take the qualification exam yet, I really am a third-rate blacksmith."

  "Brother, congratulations!"

  Qian Jin looked at the two brothers who were holding their heads and crying, and couldn't help but shake his head in dismay. If he didn't know that these two met every day, he would have thought they were long-lost brothers who had finally reunited after decades apart, and this was the scene they would have acted out.

  The two of them cried for a while before Francis finally stopped and asked, "Brother, how did you suddenly become a third-rate blacksmith?"

  Franklin wiped away tears and said happily: "This is all because of Qianjin, he just ironed against me with great guidance."

  "Qian Jin? How did he do it?" Fransis was very curious, and had never heard of a situation where one person hammered at the iron while another stood beside him watching, and suddenly the blacksmith's abilities greatly improved.

  "Qian Jin......" Franlin looked at him with a hint of pleading in his eyes and said, "Can you forge another piece of fine iron?"

  Qian Jin shrugged and picked up his hammer: "Light a fire, I'll forge another piece of eighth-grade refined iron."

  "What?" The two brothers were stunned at the same time, and only then did they see a piece of refined iron next to the water bucket, which was far superior in quality to yesterday's fifth-grade refined iron!

  "This... this..."

  The two brothers stared at each other for half a day, their open mouths speechless for a long time, their minds only filled with endless wailing. What kind of young man had they encountered? After messing around for half a day, the other party didn't even use his full strength yesterday! No wonder he refused to go and pay respects to Master Fabreides as his master. This young man was so talented at such a young age, it was terrifying. Even if he didn't become an apprentice, with good luck and groping around, he could still become a blacksmith within five years!

  "I'm going to start."

  Raise the hammer, inhale, rotate and strike iron breathing method, lift the hammer, drop the hammer!

  The two brothers, Fran and Lin, gazed at Qian Jin's hammer technique that was as smooth as art, deeply shocking them. This one-person-one-hammer seemed to be completely connected into one body, the hammer was no longer in Qian Jin's hand, but was connected to his blood vessels, it was a part of his body!

  Ten hammers, the two brothers Fran and Lin looked as if they were drunk, their eyes even more blurry, as if they were not watching dry iron being hammered, but a divine craftsman forging an extraordinary suit of armor!

  This time, neither Fran nor Lin gained any insight into the hammering technique. The only feeling was that Gān Jìng didn't seem like an eighth-level blacksmith, but a true master craftsman!

  The two brothers, Fran and Lin, stared blankly at each other for a long time before saying in unison: "We've struck treasure..."

  Yes! Found a treasure! The two brothers, Fran and Lin, were overjoyed in their hearts. They thought they had found a second-level blacksmith, but the next day, they were told he was a fifth-level blacksmith. When they thought he was a fifth-level blacksmith, another day passed and they received news that he was an eighth-level blacksmith.

  Oakland... Oakland has never had an eighth-level blacksmith before!

  "I say... dry and vigorous..." Franlin rubbed his palms back and forth: "Why not, why don't you just forget about being a warrior? Maybe you can become a great blacksmith instead."

  "Blacksmith?" Gan Jing looked at the hammer in his hand, raised his head to gaze at the scorching sunlight, forming a series of images that flashed rapidly in his mind, scenes he would never forget for the rest of his life!

  "Qian Jin, Jingling Wang's bloodline primary awakening failed..."

  A small square packed with people, a voice devoid of emotion slowly rose and spread to every ear in the not-so-large square.

  Those young people standing in the square, almost no one showed a look of regret or happiness, their eyes seemed to have known such an outcome long ago, and even fewer people looked at the young man standing in the front row of the Zhī Mài family, who was still quite handsome.

  The team was divided into three groups, with the middle group having the fewest people. Each person's chest had a "Zong" character embroidered on it. The two groups on either side had a "Zhi" character embroidered on their chests.

  "Brother Qianjin..."

  No one, no sympathetic or encouraging eyes were cast upon him, only cold disdain and contempt. In the Dry family, the branch was always looked down upon as a group of people who couldn't be trusted, the only chance to turn things around was if the Spirit King's bloodline awakened, but if it failed... this would be the outcome.

  "It's okay, don't be discouraged."

  A thick, rough hand patted the sturdy shoulder, accompanied by a face full of wrinkles - this was his father, Qian Cheng. Although he had just turned forty, his spirit and demeanor were like those of a sixty-year-old man. The burden of being the eldest son, combined with the fact that he had not awakened to his bloodline, meant that he could only work hard for the family business in order to prevent his son from being looked down upon.

  But all of this... just now... was destroyed in an instant during a Blood Awakening Ceremony by the family's rules.

  There is only one chance for the bloodline to awaken, and once lost, it will never awaken again. This is the iron law of the Bloodline Warriors!

  "Qian Wu Shuang, Spirit King Bloodline Primary Awakening Successful..."

  The crowd erupted in a string of gasps, and even the adults outside the square couldn't help but look at each other with uncontainable surprise. So fast? The Awakening Array had just been activated, and yet someone had already awakened? This was a rare occurrence in the history of the Qian family, and it was no wonder that this generation's prodigy was from the Qian family! Perhaps, the one who would complete the ultimate awakening this time would be Qian Wushuang!

  Qian Wusuo stood on the awakening platform, indifferently gazing at the crowd before him. His entire being was like an unsheathed sharp war sword, its piercing aura making even the adults in the distance feel a slight stinging sensation on their skin. This was the new generation of geniuses from the Qian family, and also the most likely candidate to become the strongest man on the continent once again!

  Not long after, another Elf King primary awakener appeared, and the crowd was once again stirred up with excitement. The Qian family's ability to stand tall in the world and become one of the three top-tier families relies on their unique Elf King bloodline, which even if only a primary awakening, has great potential for the future.

  Several names of those who failed to awaken appeared on the square, and people's faces did not show happiness or disappointment. The Qian family would always have someone eliminated each time, and these people would be responsible for doing business in the future. As long as they had food to eat, it was fine. Later, they could give birth to better children for the Qian family, and who knows, maybe there would even be someone with awakened blood.

  Every single successful beginner awakener instantly brings about envy and praise from the crowd, they also stand tall on the awakening platform. What does a successful awakening represent? As a member of the Qian family, how could he not know?

  "Powerful..."

  "Dad, it's okay, failing to awaken isn't a big deal. As for taking over the family business, I think I'll pass. Children of branch families are never truly valued in the family business."

  "So you..."

  "I plan to attend Warrior Academy at my own expense. There are also people in the world who are not blood warriors, but become great warriors. I want to try..."

  "But..."

  "The living expenses given by the family are not enough? No problem, I have hands and feet, and I will definitely become a great warrior. At that time, Father won't have to bow his head in front of others at the Dry Family's house." Qian Jin's face was filled with smiles as he stretched out his waist with force, his spirited eyes gazing up at the curved moon in the sky: "Branch family? Born into the Dry Family, it seems very glorious to outsiders, but they don't know that even the branch members of the Dry Family live more happily than ordinary people. Branch member? What a detestable term indeed."

  "Qian jing... Qian jing... Qian jing..."

  Franklin's tense calls awakened Qianjin from his reverie once again.

  "Blacksmith? Maybe it can bring me a good income, let me live a very comfortable life, but it cannot help my father regain his dignity!" Qian Jin looked at the hammer in his hand: "I must become the greatest warrior! Not for anything else! Just for my father! I want to make him hold his head high, make him stand up straight, make him proudly look at everyone, and make him proudly tell every person, 'My son is Qian Jin!' He is my pride!"

  Franklin stared blankly at Qianjin, a pair of eyes he had never seen before!

  "This young man..." Franlin breathed in the stifling air of the courtyard, silently wondering to himself what unknown past he had?

  "I want to be a warrior." With a stern gaze, he moved the iron hammer and looked at Franlin's face, calmly and seriously saying: "Become a true warrior, the greatest warrior!"

  "The greatest warrior? This path... is hard to walk." Francis didn't need to persuade him any further, that determined gaze had already said it all. However, wanting to become the greatest warrior was fundamentally an impossible thing for someone who wasn't a Blood Warrior.

  Don't even think about the ultimate awakening of the three great ultimate bloodline warriors, except for the three great ultimate demon clan bloodline warriors who can counter it, no one else can match up to them, and that includes other bloodline warriors, they are not something ordinary people can contend with.

  "There will definitely be a miracle, there will definitely be...". Gan Jing looked at Fran's desolate eyes: "I know what you're thinking. There will definitely be a miracle, even if it's an ordinary person, they can live out a dazzling brilliance! Uncle, pull the bellows, I'll forge a few more pieces of level 5 fine iron, and then I should go find Fabreidis."

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