Que Feng's irritation

Blacksmith Association.

In front of a huge forging furnace, the sound of metal clashing was deafening. A heavy hammer drew an arc in the air and slammed heavily onto a red-hot iron block.

An elderly man, who looked old but was very strong, kept swinging a large hammer in his hand. Drops of sweat slid down his body, but his expression was extremely focused.

Ta-da-da~

Footsteps echoed in the empty room, but were quickly drowned out by the clanging of metal.

"Senior Lou Gao."

"I am Que Feng, the sect leader of the Que Feng Sect. There are some things I would like to discuss with you."

The Que Feng stopped ten meters above the Lou Gao, its voice carrying a hint of aloofness, and a faint smile appeared on its delicate face.

But Lou Gao seemed oblivious, continuing to swing his hammer without any intention of responding.

Time passed slowly.

Ten minutes later, seeing that Lou Gao still hadn't responded, the smile on Que Feng's lips disappeared, and a hint of coldness appeared in her eyes.

No matter what, she was still the sect leader of Lower Four Sects.

By personally coming to the Blacksmith Association, Que Feng thought that was already giving Lou Gao a lot of face, but what kind of attitude did Lou Gao have?

Ignoring yourself?

He remained silent.

Without offering any response, they focused solely on forging iron.

Although the Que Feng was dissatisfied, she suppressed her temper, took a few steps back, and waited quietly.

Half an hour later.

Lou Gao put down the hammer, his gaze quietly observing the iron block being repeatedly hammered, but he slowly spoke, "Sect Master Que, if you need to buy things or find someone to forge them, you can just ask someone outside."

"I neither buy nor create anything."

"But I'm here on behalf of my two Your Highness, sincerely extending an invitation to the Blacksmith Association —an invitation to the entire Blacksmith Association to join us. The benefits are very generous."

The Que Feng smiled, but when she saw the gloves that were slightly dusty, her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. Without making a sound, she took off the gloves and tossed them aside.

"Your two Your Highness?"

Lou Gao withdrew his gaze from the iron block, a hint of confusion appearing in his eyes.

Although Lou Gao had never had much contact with the Star Luo Empire Que Feng Sect, he knew that the Que Feng Sect was one of the Lower Four Sects and had never heard of the Que Feng Sect joining any other force.

"You've surely heard of my two Your Highness' names, but what's even more familiar to most people are their Princely Titles, Cang Lan and Chi Yang."

The Que Feng crossed her arms and slowly walked towards the Lou Gao.

"Cang Lan, Chi Yang..."

"Yes, I have heard of it."

Lou Gao turned his gaze to Que Feng, then changed the subject. "But you can go back now. I don't represent the entire Blacksmith Association, nor do I represent anyone else; I can only represent myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lou Gao picked up the iron hammer beside him and continued forging.

The clanging and banging sounds echoed continuously in the empty room.

Hearing the renewed clang of metal, Que Feng's brow furrowed slightly, and her fair hands quietly clenched.

Hmm~

To the Que Feng, that sound was really noisy.

He reached out and grabbed the swinging hammer, his Soul Douluo -like power erupting from his arm, forcefully stopping the hammer in mid-air.

"Won't you listen to Your Highness's terms first?"

The Que Feng asked casually.

"You can tell me first."

Lou Gao wasn't wielding the hammer; he was just staring at Que Feng with a blank expression.

"You should know the status of Artisan on the continent; they have never been valued. But once the Blacksmith Association joins, His Your Highness promises to raise the status of Artisan on the continent and give them sufficient attention."

"Furthermore, Your Highness possesses Deep Sea Silver Mother, an extremely rare metal. With its addition, it can be supplied in large quantities."

"And for serving His Your Highness, the reward will be tripled."

"You hold a high position in the Blacksmith Association in Kangxin City, but that's only within Kangxin City. Joining us is the best choice from every perspective."

"After all, among the tens of thousands of people in the Blacksmith Association, how many are ordinary people, and how many need to support their families or solve the problem of food and clothing? If they join us, their status will be elevated, Artisan will be valued, and ordinary blacksmiths can also earn high wages. Why not?"

"The Kangxin City of today is different from the Kangxin City of the past. Kangxin City has changed hands and now belongs to His Your Highness Cang Lan and Chi Yang. Even the royal family can no longer interfere."

"You should know what that means, given the Lou Gao."

The Que Feng stared intently at Lou Gao, awaiting Lou Gao reply.

"Are you done talking?"

Lou Gao asked calmly.

"His Your Highness also said that if your Blacksmith Association has any conditions, you can make them as they wish, and as long as they are not excessive, His Your Highness will agree to them."

The Que Feng spoke calmly, but a hint of gloom appeared in his eyes.

Looking at Lou Gao's expressionless face, Que Feng had a premonition that her trip had probably been in vain.

"We can talk, but not with you."

"If we're going to talk, let one of your two Your Highness, or both of Your Highness, come together."

"Avoid bringing attendants and subordinates if possible."

Lou Gao said, exerting force with his arm, and the iron hammer in his hand broke free from the grasp of the Que Feng, smashing down on the iron block in front of him.

What do you mean by that?

The Que Feng narrowed its eyes, a dangerous glint appearing within them.

It's just the literal meaning.

Lou Gao casually replied and then went back to pounding the iron block in front of him.

Upon hearing this, Que Feng Sect clenched his fist, but quickly relaxed it. After taking a deep look at Lou Gao, he strode towards the door.

Leave the Blacksmith Association.

The Que Feng threw a punch, striking the ancient tree in front of it. The force of the punch caused the tree to fall and crash to the ground with a dull thud.

"This is so annoying!"

"If His Your Highness didn't seem to value the Blacksmith Association so much, I would have strangled you."

The Que Feng muttered to itself, took a deep breath, composed itself, and then took out a pair of gloves and put them on.

It's true that the Blacksmith Association holds a high position in Kangxin City, but in the eyes of the Que Feng, it's nothing special.

At the very least, their Que Feng Sect is fully capable of crushing the Blacksmith Association.

After tidying her clothes slightly, Que Feng put her hands behind her back and walked with elegant steps toward the hotel where Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan were temporarily staying.

Enter the hotel.

They arrived at the floor where Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan lived.

As the Que Feng standing in the corridor, dressed in a brown-yellow outfit, tall and exuding a wild beauty, looked at her, her brows furrowed slightly involuntarily.

"Jungle Hillbilly?"

What are you doing here?