Wandering Gengxin City

Behind him, the maid looked at his retreating figure, a trace of curiosity flashing through her eyes.

Just who was this young master? He spent lavishly and tossed out a fortune without batting an eye. Two women as beautiful as flowers and jade followed at his side, but they did not look like guards, nor like maids. They looked more like well-bred young ladies from soul master clans.

Yet his bearing did not resemble that of an ordinary spoiled silkpants, either.

She shook her head and stopped thinking about it.

After Xiao Yun posted the task, it quickly drew the interest of quite a few Master Tier blacksmiths in the Blacksmith Association.

One thousand Gold Soul Coins was not an astronomical sum to a Master Tier blacksmith, but it was not small, either.

What attracted them even more was that blueprint—the Steam Engine, a machine they had never seen before. Those complex lines and symbols, those precise dimensions and fit relationships, those unheard-of structures and principles, filled every Master Tier blacksmith who saw the blueprint with intense curiosity.

However, after looking at the blueprint, most Master Tier blacksmiths shook their heads.

Too complex. Too difficult. Too precise.

It was impossible to complete in ten days. Some wanted to accept it but did not dare; some dared to accept it but had no confidence.

In the end, one person accepted the blueprint.

This man was in his forties, with a burly build, thick arms, broad palms, protruding knuckles, and heavy calluses in the webbing between his thumb and forefinger—the marks left by years of gripping a hammer. He wore a gray short jacket, with a black leather apron tied around his waist, the apron stained all over with rust and charcoal ash.

He had thick brows, large eyes, a firm face,