Oblivious to Romance

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Mu Ye's figure appeared at the edge of the crater. He crouched down to examine Wu Sidu's injuries, then looked up at Wang Chuan, who had already retracted his Martial Soul and Soul Rings and was looking as calm as ever, shaking his head with a teasing expression.

"Kid, how could you bring yourself to do that?"

"You really are a brute, destroying a flower like that!"

"Don't you know anything about being gentle with the fairer sex?"

"The poor girl came all this way..."

"And this is how you treat her?!"

Wang Chuan spread his hands, looking innocent.

"Uncle Mu, this is a competition."

"Besides, I already held back quite a bit."

He had indeed held back; otherwise, that palm strike would have resulted in far more than just a simple injury for Wu Sidu.

Mu Ye rolled his eyes and said no more, carefully scooping Wu Sidu up from the crater and cradling her in his arms.

"Her injuries aren't light; I need to get her treated immediately."

"You brat, just wait for old Zhen to nag you about this later!"

With that, his figure flickered and he vanished with Wu Sidu, clearly heading off to find a healing-type Soul Master within the association.

Wang Chuan watched the direction they had left in, shrugged indifferently, stretched his back, and turned to walk toward his private forging room.

It was just a minor interlude, and to him, it was far less important than the forging practice he was about to begin.

His goal was very clear.

He needed to stabilize his level as a Level 5 Forging Grandmaster as quickly as possible, then push toward Level 6, so he could tailor-make a set of "Two-Word Battle Armor" perfectly suited to himself.

His master, Zhen Hua, and the Spirit Pagoda had long since prepared all the rare and precious metals he required—worth hundreds of millions of Federation Coin—just waiting for his skills to reach the required standard.

This kind of cultivation condition, supported fully by two top-tier powers, was something the mode of having to desperately earn resources on one's own, like Tang Wulin, could never compare to.

Or perhaps, if Tang Wulin hadn't joined Shrek Academy, the time it took him to become a Divine Craftsman could have been accelerated by many years.

He might even have become a quasi-god much earlier.

That night, after finishing a full day of high-intensity forging practice and soul power meditation, Wang Chuan dragged his slightly exhausted but spirited body out of the forging area, heading toward his private lounge on the top floor of the association.

But when he pushed the door open and habitually reached for the light switch, he keenly sensed the presence of a stranger in the room.

"Who?!"

Wang Chuan became instantly alert, his soul power fluctuating slightly.

"It's me."

A cold, feminine voice rang out in the darkness, carrying a hint of weakness but remaining clear.

The lights flickered on, and Wang Chuan stared in astonishment at the figure sitting in the chair by his bed.

It was none other than Wu Sidu, whom he had severely injured earlier that day, her face still looking somewhat pale!

She had changed into a clean, light purple dress, her long hair draped over her shoulders. She lacked the sharpness she had shown during the day, replaced by a youthful, gentle beauty, though her black eyes remained as cold as ever.

"Why are you in my room?"

Wang Chuan asked, confused.

He had never expected such a situation.

The management of the association's lounge area was strict, especially in the section for core disciples like him; outsiders simply couldn't get in.

Wu Sidu seemed quite satisfied with Wang Chuan's surprised and flustered expression, and a rare, faint, yet genuine smile tugged at the corners of her cold face.

She stood up slowly and walked over to Wang Chuan.

Because their heights were similar, she could almost look him straight in the eyes.

Under Wang Chuan's slightly bewildered gaze, she stood on her tiptoes, leaned toward his ear, and whispered in a volume only the two of them could hear, her breath brushing against his earlobe.

"I intend to stay here for a while."

"Please take care of me."

After saying this, she took half a step back, glanced at Wang Chuan, and then turned around, walking toward the door with a pace that was slightly slow but still elegant, leaving behind a slender and straight silhouette.

Wang Chuan stood frozen in place. It wasn't until Wu Sidu's hand was already on the doorknob that he suddenly snapped out of it and shouted at her retreating back.

"Wait a second!"

"Why are you in my room?"

"And what do you mean by staying for a while?"

"This is my room!"

Wu Sidu, who had already pulled the door halfway open, stumbled at this completely oblivious, blunt, and wooden remark, nearly tripping over the threshold.

She steadied herself, turned around abruptly, and glared fiercely at Wang Chuan. Her eyes were a mixture of embarrassment, frustration, and a hint of helplessness.

But in the end, she didn't say a word. With a loud "bang," she slammed the door shut, and her footsteps quickly faded into the distance.

Left behind in the room, Wang Chuan remained completely bewildered, scratching his head as he stared at the tightly closed door and muttered to himself:

"So..."

"Why on earth was she in my room?!"

"Did Uncle Mu arrange it? Or was it Master?"

"That doesn't seem right either."

"Even if they did, they should have told me in advance..."

As the days passed, Wu Sidu seemed to have truly "settled" into the Heaven Dou City Blacksmith Association.

However, she didn't disturb Wang Chuan. Most of the time, she simply stayed to the side, watching him swing his forging hammer, immersed in the world of metal.

"Hey, don't you get bored watching me forge every single day?"

One day, after Wang Chuan finished a round of Thousand Refinement practice, he wiped his sweat and couldn't help but ask Wu Sidu, who was curled up on the corner sofa like a lazy cat.

This scene had almost become the norm.

Wu Sidu shifted into a more comfortable position, resting her chin on the sofa armrest with her eyes half-closed, and answered lazily.

"It's alright."

"How could it be boring to watch a future Divine Craftsman, a genius blacksmith of today, perform Thousand Refinement?"

There was no discernible emotion in her tone, but her eyes never stopped following Wang Chuan's movements.

After this period of close-range observation, the shock and curiosity in Wu Sidu's heart had not diminished; instead, they grew with each passing day.

She had witnessed with her own eyes the terrifying speed of Wang Chuan's progress in the art of forging.

This guy was not only a monster who defied common sense in Soul Master cultivation, but he also displayed despair-inducing talent in the field of forging, which usually required a vast amount of time for accumulation and insight.

This caused the unwillingness and desire to investigate that had stemmed from her defeat to gradually transform into a deeper level of recognition, and even... a desire to befriend him.

Born into a prominent family in Star Luo City, Wu Sidu was more mature than her peers and understood the rules and values of the world much better.

What did a future Divine Craftsman signify?

It meant top-tier Four-Character Battle Armor, immeasurable connections, and potential power capable of influencing the landscape of the entire continent!

Therefore, establishing a good personal relationship with the current Wang Chuan was equivalent to booking a "ticket" to the path of the peak in the future, especially for that "Four-Character Battle Armor" quota that all top Soul Masters dreamed of.

Nowadays, the Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua was advanced in age, and his body had suffered from chronic illness due to years of Heavenly Forging, making the number of times he could perform Heavenly Forging each year count on one hand.

This had led to many level 98 and 99 Super Douluo and Limit Douluo powerhouses holding top-tier materials but struggling in vain to obtain Four-Character Battle Armor.

This favor and opportunity...

Could be described as priceless!