Blacksmith Association

Seeing this, the waiter immediately shut his mouth with practiced tact. He took the black card with both hands in a respectful gesture, bowed, and said, "Please wait a moment, honored guests. I will go notify the boss to clear the floor and have your dishes prepared immediately."

With that, he retreated quickly.

The moment the waiter left, Na'er looked at Bai Haoze with excitement and couldn't help but exclaim, "Big Sister Dabai, you are just too cool!"

Bai Haoze smiled faintly, and Bai Zhicen raised an eyebrow, waving a hand as she said, "It's a small matter. When you're out with me and my sister, there's no need for you to spend a cent. Just eat to your heart's content."

A short while later, one seafood delicacy after another was served.

Food carts adorned with deep-sea coral patterns were smoothly pushed to the side of the private room's table by the staff, creating a small, private culinary sanctuary.

A Millennium Deepsea Giant Crab was served whole, its shell shimmering with the dark blue luster of deep-sea sediment, now blooming with an alluring, vibrant crimson after being steamed—the color was incredibly vivid.

Wearing white gloves, the waiter carefully lifted the heavy shell, and a wave of scalding, fragrant steam instantly billowed out.

The crab meat was snow-white with distinct textures, tender yet springy, and the crisp, sweet freshness unique to the deep sea permeated the air.

"Dig in!"

As the words fell, Na'er was the first to pick up her chopsticks. Unable to wait, she grabbed a piece of crab meat, blew on it gently, and popped it into her mouth.

The delicious juices exploded on her tongue, and she instantly squinted her eyes in delight.

"So good!"

The others also picked up their cutlery and began to savor the seafood feast before them.

Click—

Yuanen Yehui lowered her eyes to dismantle a shrimp. The shell of the Mystic Ice Lobster glowed with the cold, smooth luster of an ice sculpture, and the meat she peeled out was coated in a translucent, silvery-white gelatin, as exquisite as amber.

She casually placed the shrimp meat into An Lan's bowl and said softly, "An Lan, try this Mystic Ice Lobster. It tastes very good."

Na'er's crab-devouring motion stalled abruptly. She looked up at Yuanen Yehui, a flicker of wariness in her eyes, then looked at An Lan with full anticipation, secretly hoping he would reject this red-haired girl's unsolicited kindness.

But An Lan remained unmoved. He opened his mouth to take the translucent shrimp meat from his bowl, then pointed to the sea cucumber soup on the table and looked at Bai Zhicen. "Big Sister Xiaobai, get me a bowl of soup to warm my stomach."

"Coming right up, Master." Bai Zhicen teased with a smile and immediately stood up to serve him the soup.

Seeing this, Na'er's guard lowered slightly.

Master An had always lived a life of comfort where he was waited on hand and foot. Not to mention the sisters Bai Haoze and Bai Zhicen, even Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao took meticulous care of him daily; this little gesture was nothing out of the ordinary.

That little redhead thought she could win Master An's favor by being attentive? It was nothing but a pipe dream.

Thinking of this, Na'er buried her head back into her seafood, happy once more.

Three hours later, Na'er finally put down her chopsticks, satisfied after reaching seven-tenths fullness.

"Not bad!" She leaned back in her chair, looking blissful. "We have to head to the Blacksmith Association next, so I won't hold everyone up."

An Lan, Yuanen Yehui, Bai Zhicen, and Bai Haoze had long since grown accustomed to Na'er's incredible appetite and remained completely unfazed.

However, the waiters in the private room let out a collective sigh of relief in their hearts.

For three full hours, they had been dismantling crabs and peeling shrimp; their hands were practically cramping.

The other four guests had stopped eating after barely half an hour, but this pretty girl with silver hair hadn't stopped moving her mouth from start to finish.

In all their years in the catering industry, they had never even heard of a foodie of this caliber, let alone seen one in person.

In the end, the group left the restaurant under the awestruck gazes of the Deepsea Fishery staff. Even the chefs busy in the kitchen couldn't suppress their curiosity and ran out specifically to catch a glimpse of this legendary big eater.

Walking out of the restaurant, Yuanen Yehui said helplessly, "Na'er, don't even think about getting me to go out to eat with you again."

"But it was really delicious!" Na'er pouted, feeling a bit wronged.

The Eastsea City Blacksmith Association was located in one of the city's most prosperous districts. It was a gray building over thirty stories high, with a massive hammer emblem hanging on its outer wall.

People came and went outside the building. Even though passersby had seen it countless times, they couldn't help but stop and look up, their expressions filled with longing.

"Average. It's not as grand as our Spirit Pagoda!" As a noble member of the Spirit Pagoda, Na'er tilted her head, unable to resist comparing the giant building before her to her own high tower.

"The Blacksmith Association holds an incredibly transcendent status across the entire continent," Bai Haoze explained softly. "Every high-level blacksmith is a figure that major powers scramble to recruit. After all, Battle Armor, mechas, and high-level Soul Tool creations all depend on the metals forged by blacksmiths."

"Then isn't Huihui's teacher very powerful?" Na'er asked curiously.

"Of course," Bai Haoze nodded. "An Eight-Star Saint Craftsman—there aren't many of them in the entire Federation."

The five of them walked into the Blacksmith Association, and the glass doors on the first floor slid open automatically after sensing them.

The lobby was spacious and bright, filled everywhere with cold, hard metallic elements.

Various forging tools and finished metal products were displayed on the walls, and giant soul-powered lamps hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daylight even at night.

A beautiful young woman in a gray professional suit stood at the front desk. Seeing the five of them enter, she immediately offered a standard, polite smile.

"Welcome to the Eastsea City Blacksmith Association. How may I assist you?"

"We are looking for President Mu Chen," Yuanen Yehui stepped forward and took an emblem from her pocket, showing it gently. "I am his disciple, Yuanen Yehui."

Seeing the emblem, the young woman's expression turned serious.

The emblem Yuanen Yehui produced was not the exclusive emblem representing a personal disciple of Mu Chen, but a standard Level 3 Blacksmith emblem.

However, for such a young Level 3 Blacksmith to claim to be Mu Chen's disciple, the credibility was already over ninety percent.

"So you are a disciple of President Mu. Please wait a moment, I will notify him immediately."

The young girl hurriedly picked up her soul communicator and whispered a quick report.

A moment later, she bowed again, her tone becoming even more respectful: "The President is in the third-floor forging room. Please follow me."

Third-floor forging room.

In front of a massive forging table, a slender figure was vigorously swinging a forging hammer, striking a piece of crimson metal.

The girl had her long golden hair tied into a high ponytail that swayed gently with her movements. Beneath her bangs, her eyes were clear and bright, focused and earnest.

Standing beside her was a burly middle-aged man. On the left side of his chest was a badge—a gold base with a hammer pattern, and eight black stars arranged in a staggered formation.

Eight-Star Saint Craftsman, Mu Chen!

Mu Chen caught sight of Yuanen Yehui at the doorway and a smile immediately appeared on his face, though he did not speak, merely nodding slightly in acknowledgment.

Seeing that he was busy guiding Mu Xi in her forging, Yuanen Yehui did not disturb them, instead standing quietly to the side with An Lan and the others to wait.