The Next Target: Tang Sect

He stared blankly at the cabinet full of silver-white spears, momentarily at a loss for words.

Of course, he knew about Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron. It was an exceptionally rare metal material found within meteors from beyond the heavens. Its hardness was extraordinarily high, making it an ideal material for crafting top-tier Soul Tools.

But Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron was merely raw material. How could an uncrafted spear possibly possess such astonishing power?

Chen Yu then looked curiously at Pan Wen as well and asked,

"Secretary Pan, why do you think these are Level Ten Soul Tools?"

"You've been with me for so many years. Have you even forgotten the cost of a Level Ten Soul Tool?"

Pan Wen hurriedly shook his head and explained,

"No, Chairman."

"It's like this."

"Shrek Academy just responded."

"They said you only managed to kill the Light and Dark Douluo by relying on a Level Ten Soul Tool, making the victory dishonorable."

Chen Yu instantly understood everything.

He chuckled, a glint of amusement flashing through his eyes.

"Interesting."

He could more or less guess what Yun Ming and the others were thinking.

They simply believed they themselves could not accomplish it.

So they thought he could not possibly do it either, then came up with all sorts of excuses.

Yun Ming was a Peak Quasi-God. If he could not do something, then he naturally assumed no one else could either.

That was human nature, and also a common flaw among the strong.

Judging others by oneself.

But unfortunately, all he had used were spears forged from Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron.

And one reason he used this type of spear was that it was cheap.

After all, he had personally crossed the stars with his physical body and brought back all this Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron directly from the void.

Free of charge. It cost nothing.

With the strength of his current body, crossing the void was no longer particularly difficult.

Whenever he needed resources, he would head into space alone, search the stars for drifting meteors, and extract Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron from them.

Each trip yielded quite a harvest.

The second reason was naturally the astonishing hardness of Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron.

Even among rare metals, its hardness ranked among the very best.

Even the current Federation needed an Eight-Star Saint Craftsman to spend vast amounts of time just to alter its shape.

The molecular structure of Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron was incredibly dense, and its melting point was extremely high. Ordinary forging methods could not melt it at all.

Only Saint Craftsman-level blacksmiths could shape it through special forging techniques, after a long period of time and countless hammerings.

As for the cabinet full of Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron spears he possessed, even a Divine Craftsman would need several years to make them.

From raw material to finished form, a single spear required repeated heating, hammering, and quenching. Not a single step could go wrong.

With Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua's abilities, forging one such spear would take at least one or two months. As for an entire cabinet of them...

Of course, these spears had not been crafted by Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua.

They had been crafted by him.

Because the Body Martial Soul possessed considerable advantages in forging.

And his Martial Soul was his own body. Thus, his perception of strength, temperature, and materials far surpassed that of ordinary people, granting him uniquely exceptional talent in the art of forging.

That was why the previous president of the Blacksmith's Association had favored him and accepted him as a personal disciple.

That was a master who had left behind a resounding reputation in the history of forging. He had taken countless disciples throughout his life, but only a scant few had truly inherited his teachings.

And now, the president of the Blacksmith's Association, Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua, was his junior brother.

Whenever he stood before him...

He still had to respectfully address him as "Senior Brother."

As for Mu Chen, the president of the Eastsea City branch of the Blacksmith's Association, he was naturally Chen Yu's junior brother as well.

It could be said that their sect had produced two Divine Craftsmen and one Eight-Star Saint Craftsman.

Chen Yu stood there, gazing at the cabinet full of spears, the corners of his lips curving up slightly.

His body was so powerful that Heavenly Forging's Elemental Tribulation Lightning was no different from taking a bath to him. It neither hurt nor itched.

Heavenly Forging was a form of forging that only Divine Craftsmen could perform.

And every Heavenly Forging required one to endure the cleansing might of heaven and earth. When the Elemental Tribulation Lightning descended...

Even Divine Craftsmen had to prepare themselves with utmost seriousness. One careless mistake would result in their souls being scattered.

And after every Heavenly Forging...

Zhen Hua had to lie in bed for ten days to half a month, so weak that he could not even hold chopsticks steadily, looking half-dead.

After the last Heavenly Forging...

Zhen Hua had lain in bed for an entire month, his face pale and his aura feeble, frightening the Blacksmith's Association's vice president into nearly arranging his funeral.

The difference was truly enormous.

Pan Wen stood to the side and watched Chen Yu calmly close the cabinet door and return the spear in his hand.

His throat bobbed, but he could not say a word.

He suddenly felt that the confidence of those people from Shrek Academy was simply laughable before the Chairman.

At that moment, Chen Yu casually said,

"Since Shrek is being so stubborn, Secretary Pan, go urge them."

"Tell them to pay back the money sooner."

His tone was casual and natural, as though he were discussing something utterly insignificant.

Pan Wen nodded respectfully, revealing no unnecessary expression.

"Yes."

Pan Wen then turned around and quietly left the office, closing the door behind him.

Chen Yu was the only one left in the office. He rose to his feet, walked to a cabinet nearby, opened a drawer, and took out a rolled map.

It was a meticulously drawn map of the entire Federation.

Mountains and rivers, cities and towns, distributions of power—everything was clearly marked.

He spread the map across his desk, his gaze slowly sweeping over the dense markings upon it.

On the map, red markings represented ancient clans, blue markings represented sects with long-standing inheritances, while green markings represented enormous powers entrenched in various regions.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's marker had already been crossed out in black ink, but the remaining markings were still densely packed across the entire map.

Chen Yu picked up the map and pinned it to the wall. He took two steps back, clasped his hands behind his back, and calmly examined it.

His gaze passed over each marking, like a hunter sizing up his prey.

After a moment, he turned and returned behind his desk, opened a drawer, and took out a dart.

The dart was silver-white from end to end and exquisitely crafted. Fine patterns were engraved upon its tail feathers, reflecting a cold gleam beneath the lights.

He weighed the dart in his hand.

Then he casually threw it—the motion relaxed and effortless, as though it were merely a pastime to relieve boredom.

The dart traced a graceful arc through the air and sank precisely into the map.

Chen Yu looked up. Beneath the spot where the dart had landed was a line of small print.

"Tang Sect, Xuanshi Tang Sect Technology Co., Ltd."

The corners of his lips lifted slightly, revealing a calm smile.

To strike a snake, strike its vital point.

As Shrek Academy's capable helper, Tang Sect was naturally among his targets for elimination.

But since fate had selected it...

Then it was time to get to work.