Seven-Colored Lotus of the Fire Host Clan

Lin Jin had long expected Meng Canglan to go to Maple Forest Orphanage to snatch someone away.

But he truly had not expected Meng Canglan to intend to introduce him to Leng Yaozhu as her disciple.

Otherwise, he might not have chosen to leave.

After all, Heavenly Phoenix Douluo was truly powerful, and the resources she could command were not to be underestimated.

Yet if he went back to last night, he would still choose to leave.

Only when fate was held in one's own hands could it be called fate.

Besides, there were some resources that the Spirit Pagoda simply could not provide.

While Meng Canglan and the others were heading to Maple Forest Orphanage to snatch someone away, Lin Jin had already arrived alone at the entrance of the Eastsea City Blacksmith Association.

Yes, he had chosen to come here directly.

He had decided to join the Blacksmith Association.

There were many reasons.

First, Battle Armor.

The emergence of Battle Armor would indeed distract Spirit Masters from cultivation, causing their Soul Power to improve more slowly.

But Battle Armor truly could greatly enhance a Spirit Master's strength, raising the number of powerful figures in this era by more than a single level.

And forged Rare Metal was indispensable in the creation of Battle Armor.

Second, money.

Among the four auxiliary professions, blacksmithing was the most difficult. Reaching Level Nine was nearly ten times harder than in the other three professions.

But blacksmithing was also the most profitable.

Lin Jin desperately needed money.

Third, his Martial Soul.

Ever since awakening his Lotus Flower Flame Martial Soul yesterday, he had already learned its true nature.

The Lotus Flower Flame was the natal True Fire of the Fire Host Clan from Falan World!

And the current Crimson Lotus was merely its lowest form.

On the seventeenth floor of the War God Temple lay a Magma Fire Domain, where some Fire Host Clan experts who had accidentally arrived in this world resided.

Huo Tian, one of their leaders, had once given the Fire Host Clan's ultimate natal True Fire form, the Seven-Colored Lotus, to Tang Wulin.

This Seven-Colored Lotus had even played a tremendous role in the final battle against the Holy Spirit Cult's Demon Empress, the True God-level Deep Sea Demonic Whale King of this generation.

That meant that although the Seven-Colored Lotus was merely flame, its level was undeniably that of a True God.

Furthermore, the Seven-Colored Lotus possessed purifying effects.

When used in forging, it could refine metals to the utmost degree and cleanse away impurities.

Though the ordinary Crimson Lotus's purifying effect was far inferior to that of the Seven-Colored Lotus, it still possessed such an effect.

Thus, blacksmithing could be said to be the auxiliary profession best suited to him.

That was why, after leaving Maple Forest Orphanage, he had come here directly.

Of course, he did not know anyone at the Blacksmith Association, nor did he have any connections.

But a child with Innate Full Soul Power, wholly determined to become a blacksmith, was the best connection possible.

As long as he revealed himself, he would have no trouble finding Mu Chen!

Yes, the target of this trip was Mu Chen, the Eight-Star Saint Artisan.

The reason was simple: this man was already the finest blacksmith in Eastsea City.

A good guide could save him a great deal of time.

Besides, times had changed.

The first thing one needed to do to grow stronger was find someone powerful to rely on.

Mu Chen's backing was not especially formidable, but he was Zhen Hua's junior brother.

Zhen Hua, president of the Blacksmith Association, was the sole Divine Craftsman, a Four-Word Battle Armor Master, and a God-Level Mecha Master.

Nowadays, no top-tier powerhouse who wished to become a true Four-Word Battle Armor Master could avoid dealing with this man.

"Little brother, what can I do for you?"

Yun Xiaoling looked at the somewhat nervous but determined, skinny youth and immediately asked with a smile.

Lin Jin looked at the sweet young woman bending over to examine him, completely unaware that her ample figure had been exposed.

He pressed his lips together and said, "I'm here to see President Mu Chen."

It was not as though he had not considered going through others first before gradually making contact with Mu Chen.

After all, he was only a six-year-old child. If he directly declared that he wanted to see an Eight-Star Saint Artisan, the president of the Eastsea City Blacksmith Association—

Anyone would only take him for an ignorant child and send him away.

But after giving it some thought, he still felt that a fire-attribute Martial Soul and Innate Full Soul Power were the best ticket.

They should at least be enough to earn him a chance to meet the man.

"President Mu Chen?" Yun Xiaoling froze, staring at the skinny youth before her in surprise.

But the next moment, she frowned. "Little brother, the president is very busy as a Saint Craftsman. What is your relationship with him?"

He was just a five- or six-year-old child, yet the moment he opened his mouth, he wanted to see the president. Was he joking around?

Lin Jin was thin and clearly underdeveloped. He was short, making him appear younger than he actually was.

Just as expected.

Lin Jin silently shook his head, unsurprised by this result.

He glanced around. Only after confirming that no one else was nearby did he extend his hand, palm facing upward.

The Lotus Flower Flame bloomed in his palm, and searing heat immediately spread out.

At the same time, his Level Ten Soul Power erupted.

"Do you need to obtain a Spirit Soul?"

Yun Xiaoling felt all of this and froze slightly. She instinctively said, "Although the president is definitely wealthy as a Saint Craftsman and often sponsors children, it isn't right to come asking for it like this..."

"..."

Lin Jin was instantly speechless.

Had she mistaken him for... some kind of freeloader?

He withdrew his Martial Soul, and the aura of his Soul Power receded as well.

"I'm not here to ask the president for charity. I only want to learn blacksmithing."

Yun Xiaoling was surprised and slightly flushed, realizing that she had misunderstood the child before her.

Still, she gave Lin Jin an appraising look before saying, "Little brother, blacksmithing takes a lot of physical strength. With your build..."

"..."

Lin Jin was speechless once more.

Indeed, his current body was far too thin and small. No matter how one looked at him, he did not seem particularly strong.

After a moment of silence, he decided to be more direct.

So he said, "I'm six years old now. I want to learn blacksmithing."

"Six? Even when you're sixteen, you won't be able to..."

Yun Xiaoling spoke instinctively, then suddenly realized what he had said. She stared at Lin Jin in shock, her words becoming unsteady. "You're s-six?"

Six years old!

Level Ten!

What did that mean?

Innate Full Soul Power!

When Yun Xiaoling saw Lin Jin nod again, she immediately understood where his confidence came from.

Was it excessive for a fire-attribute genius with Innate Full Soul Power who wanted to learn blacksmithing to seek a branch president as his teacher?

Not in the slightest!

Even if the president wanted such a disciple, it would not be easy to find one.

And now, such a genius had come knocking on their door!

Yun Xiaoling realized the matter was of great importance. She no longer cared about anything else, scooped Lin Jin into her arms, skipped the report entirely, and hurried toward the top floor.

The reason was simple. As the receptionist, she had happened to see President Mu Chen arrive at the association today.

Judging by his condition, he should have had some forging task to complete.

An Eight-Star Saint Artisan's works were usually in greater demand than supply.

Even as the president, he could not possibly be idle all day.

"Hey, Xiaoling, what are you doing? Charging around like that? Got too much salary and nowhere to spend it?"

"Who's that little brother in your arms? Tsk, tsk. I was wondering why you never got a boyfriend. So it turns out... tsk, tsk!"

At any other time, Yun Xiaoling would certainly have traded barbs with them, but this was different. She ignored them completely and rushed past like a gust of wind.

Meanwhile, Lin Jin's face had already turned purple in her arms.

"Mm..."