Sub-profession

After awakening his Martial Soul and obtaining a Soul Spirit, the next step was choosing a sub-profession.

To become a Battle Armor Master and possess Battle Armor of his own, one had to take part in one of four fields: Blacksmith, Mecha Designer, Mecha Maker, or Mecha Repairman, which respectively covered Battle Armor design, materials, production, and repair.

Su Qiu was not too worried about choosing a sub-profession. No matter what, as long as his strength was sufficient, there was no way he could fail to become a Battle Armor Master.

Why was that? Because Mecha Repairman was a life-saving profession.

High-level Battle Armor could repair itself after being damaged, so repairmen were not particularly useful in that regard. Besides, whether they were Designers or Makers, after advancing far enough, they could handle repairs themselves.

Then why could Mecha Repairmen stand alongside the other three major professions?

Ah!

Mecha Repairmen were specifically for deadweights and freeloaders!

Battle Armor was already complete after the three steps of design, materials, and production. Repairs were matters for later, giving some deadweights an opportunity to become Battle Armor Masters.

Design taxed the brain, forging taxed the body, and production taxed the hands. Deadweights could just choose the useless repair profession and call it a day.

"Have you decided which profession to choose?"

Su Wuyan had even more confidence than Su Qiu himself that he could become a Battle Armor Master. He knew the ins and outs of it very well, since he himself was a Mecha Repairman.

Ever since obtaining his Three-word Battle Armor, he had barely done any repairs himself. Minor damage did not need attention; the Battle Armor would heal on its own. If the damage was severe, there was no need to repair it either. Making a new one was more convenient.

"Forging. I'll give it a try first." Su Qiu made his decision easily.

Design and production were still too demanding on the brain. Forging also required talent, but Soul Power cultivation and physical strength accounted for a greater proportion.

Su Qiu knew himself well. His brain was not much good; even in his previous life, he could not understand advanced mathematics or university physics, much less learn how to design Mecha.

Forging was better. As long as he had enough strength, he could achieve decent results.

If he could not make it as a Blacksmith either, then he would obediently choose repairs and become a freeloader.

"Forging? Forging works." Su Wuyan's eyes shifted as he thumped his chest and promised, "Xiao Qiu, don't worry. Your Uncle will immediately find you an Eight-star Saint Craftsman to be your teacher!"

An Eight-star Saint Craftsman...

Su Qiu did not even need to think with his brain to know who this Old Man intended to seek out.

The president of Eastsea City's Blacksmith Association—Mu Chen.

Su Wuyan and Mu Chen had been classmates. When they studied at Shrek Academy, they had even been teammates, and their relationship had been so close they practically shared a pair of pants.

"Old Man, if I remember correctly, you still owe Uncle Mu Chen the money for an entire set of Three-word Battle Armor materials."

"And you still have the nerve to ask him to be my teacher?" Su Qiu carefully examined Su Wuyan's expression, yet could not find the slightest trace of embarrassment.

"Don't worry. If we beg him, it should work out."

"But we haven't even confirmed whether I have any talent for forging."

"Ah, that's where you're wrong."

Su Wuyan refuted him without a care in the world. "So what if we haven't confirmed whether you have talent!"

His tone was perfectly matter-of-fact. "Connections are meant for people without talent!"

"If you had talent in forging, I wouldn't be looking for him instead!"

"If you have talent, plenty of Saint Craftsmen will come looking for you themselves."

Hiss!

Now that he put it that way, it really did seem true.

Su Qiu understood.

The less talent one had, the more ruthlessly one had to exploit connections and pull strings through the back door!

Sure enough, having an elder at home was like having a treasure.

After Uncle and nephew reached an agreement, the two men, both blessed with tremendous initiative, set off at once. They boarded a Spirit Pagoda vehicle.

Their target: Mu Chen!

Eastsea City's Blacksmith Association stood in one of the busiest districts. It was a gray building roughly thirty stories tall, with an enormous hammer emblem hanging on its exterior.

The pedestrians coming and going outside the building could not help looking up whenever they passed by, no matter how many times they had seen it, their faces revealing longing.

Today, however, the Blacksmith Association welcomed one... no, two uninvited guests.

A burly middle-aged man entered through the glass doors on the first floor, followed by a little blond boy with blue-green eyes.

At the front desk stood a beautiful girl in a gray business suit. Her eyes immediately locked onto the adorable child ahead. His neat golden hair paired with Holy Cyan eyes gave him an air of elegance and nobility despite his age. His sacred aura made her want to scoop him into her arms and rub him senseless.

"Little one, you..."

The girl at the front desk froze just as she stepped forward to greet him. Only then did she see who stood beside the child.

Dragon Sparrow Douluo!

That name was thunderous to her ears.

Not because of Dragon Sparrow Douluo's formidable cultivation, nor because of his position as the East Sea Spirit Pagoda Branch Master.

Rather, it was because Dragon Sparrow Douluo was a notorious beggar at Eastsea City's Blacksmith Association!

He often freeloaded metal materials from the Blacksmith Association. President Mu Chen had long since put him on the association's blacklist.

The girl smoothly turned around and pretended not to see them. Although the president had repeatedly ordered that Dragon Sparrow Douluo and dogs were absolutely forbidden from entering, she did not stop him.

For one thing, he was a Titled Douluo.

Moreover, everyone with eyes in the Blacksmith Association could see that the president and Dragon Sparrow Douluo shared an exceptionally close relationship. The ban was merely for show. If she truly stopped him outside, the president would only be unhappy again.

"Is Mu Chen here?" After entering the Blacksmith Association, Su Wuyan asked politely.

The girl lowered her head, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Your Excellency Dragon Sparrow, he... he is. The president is in his office."

"Oh, good. As long as he's here."

Su Wuyan pulled Su Qiu along, moving through without obstruction as the Blacksmiths scattered like they were avoiding the plague.

He made his way to Mu Chen's office with practiced ease and violently kicked open the door.

"Mu Dog, I need a favor from you!"

His voice arrived before he did.

Inside the office, a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his forties or fifties sat behind the desk. He was imposing and powerfully built, dressed in a silver-gray combat outfit.

A badge hung over his left breast. Its background was gold, bearing a slightly raised hammer emblem identical to the one outside the building.

The badge also bore eight black stars, signifying that this middle-aged man was a distinguished Eight-star Saint Craftsman Blacksmith.

"Hiss... whew..."

Mu Chen held his forehead with one hand in frustration. After taking several deep breaths to suppress his anger, he said, "Tell me. Which component of your Battle Armor has gone wrong again, and what materials do you need?"

"I'll forge them for you whenever I have time these next few days. Go back and wait for news. I have things to do right now."

Over the past two years, Su Wuyan had gone madly hunting Evil Soul Masters everywhere. Under such relentless high-intensity combat, even though his Three-word Battle Armor could repair itself, it could not withstand such abuse. Components often completely failed, forcing him to come to Mu Chen for reforging.

On one occasion, Su Wuyan had even uncovered two Titled Douluo-level Evil Soul Masters and forcibly killed them at the cost of completely scrapping his Three-word Battle Armor. Afterwards, he had no choice but to make an entirely new set of Battle Armor.

"It's not that. This time, I came for my nephew. I want to ask you to teach him forging."

Su Wuyan noticed the girl standing beside Mu Chen.

"Huh, Xiao Xi is here too."