The Holy Craftsman

After Teacher Wu left, Tang Wulin dialed the number for his home's fixed Soul Guidance Communicator.

"Beep... beep-beep..."

The ringing tone went on for a long time without anyone answering. Tang Wulin dialed again, feeling a bit suspicious, but it still went unanswered.

Perhaps Mom and Dad aren't home, so there's no one to pick up.

Tang Wulin thought to himself. His home only had this one fixed Soul Guidance Communicator; his parents didn't have the portable ones like he did.

"Forget it! I'll call Master Cen Yue first!"

"Beep..."

The call was connected quickly, and Cen Yue's voice came from the other end.

"Wulin, I was just about to call you. I didn't expect you to call first."

"Master Cen Yue, I wanted to ask how those pill formulas of mine sold. Also, I have some questions about medicinal herbs."

"What a coincidence, I was just about to talk to you about those formulas."

Tang Wulin's eyes lit up: "Did they all sell?"

"Naturally, and there was an unexpected surprise. It's hard to explain over the phone; just come to the Blacksmith Association! I'm here!"

Tang Wulin felt a surge of joy and immediately said: "Alright, Master Cen Yue, I'll head over now."

"Fine, I'll be waiting for you!"

With that, Cen Yue ended the call.

However, as soon as Tang Wulin sat up, he felt a wave of soreness throughout his body. With no other choice, he had to meditate first to adjust his physical state.

My soul power has broken through to level 14!

Tang Wulin felt a slight thrill. It seemed Yao Lao was right; more tempering was indeed beneficial for him.

Furthermore, Tang Wulin felt that the meridians throughout his body had become much clearer, and his soul power circulated more rapidly.

Is this because of the Heaven-Reaching Creation Pill from Teacher Wu? That pill must be incredibly precious!

About half an hour later, Tang Wulin slowly opened his eyes.

He had actually been pondering a question: what to do with the Black-Grade Mecha currently in his possession.

Given his cultivation, he couldn't use it, and the mecha was partially damaged. Repairing it would certainly cost an astronomical sum.

Ultimately, Tang Wulin decided to sell the mecha. Of course, he certainly didn't have the channels to sell it himself.

Suddenly, a thought struck him.

I don't have the channels to sell it, but I can ask Master Cen Yue to help me!

Ten minutes later.

Tang Wulin took a taxi and arrived in front of the Eastsea City Blacksmith Association building.

The Blacksmith Association was as quiet as ever, and the few people coming and going were only there to quickly drop off forging commissions before leaving.

"Little Wulin! Over here, over here!"

In the lobby, a sweet-looking young woman waved at Tang Wulin with a bright smile.

"Hello, Sister Huang."

Tang Wulin greeted her politely. He recognized her as the sister who had taken him to Master Cen Yue's office when he first arrived at the Blacksmith Association.

"I'm here to see Master Cen Yue. I spoke to him on the phone a little while ago."

"I know. Master Cen Yue asked me to wait here for you. Let me take you up!" Huang Ziya said.

"No need to trouble you, Sister Huang. I remember the way to Master Cen Yue's office; I can go up myself." Tang Wulin smiled and politely declined her help.

"Master Cen Yue isn't in his office right now, you know!"

Tang Wulin touched his head in surprise and asked: "Then where is he?"

"Alright, alright! I'll just take you there."

With that, Huang Ziya took Tang Wulin's hand and walked toward the Soul Guidance Elevator.

Huang Ziya pressed the button for the 30th floor.

The 30th floor? That should be the top floor of this building!

Although he felt a bit puzzled, Tang Wulin didn't say anything.

"Ding-dong!"

They reached the 30th floor quickly.

"Let's go!"

Huang Ziya smiled and led Tang Wulin out of the elevator.

The 30th floor wasn't very large, and Tang Wulin only saw a single door.

"Is Master Cen Yue inside?"

"Mm-hmm!" Huang Ziya nodded. For some reason, Tang Wulin felt that Huang Ziya's expression seemed a bit excited.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Huang Ziya tapped lightly on the door.

Soon, Cen Yue's voice came from inside: "Come in!"

Tang Wulin quickly pushed the door open and walked inside.

But just as Tang Wulin had stepped in with one foot, Huang Ziya rushed in ahead of him.

"Ah! President Mu, I'm your fan!"

The room was large, and two people were sitting inside. One of them was Cen Yue.

The other was a very sturdy middle-aged man with a dignified appearance, dressed in greyish-white clothing.

The most eye-catching thing was the badge pinned to his left chest. Tang Wulin recognized this badge because he had one too.

The difference was that Tang Wulin's badge only had two stars, while this middle-aged man's badge had eight.

What did eight stars represent?

An eighth-rank blacksmith!

A Saint Craftsman.

After realizing this, Tang Wulin was shocked. The person in front of him was actually a Saint Craftsman.

"Huang Ziya, go out first! The president has things to do!" Cen Yue blocked Huang Ziya to stop her.

"Master Cen Yue, please, I won't take up the president's time, I just want an autograph."

Huang Ziya was so anxious she was about to cry. A large part of the reason she came to work at the Blacksmith Association was that she was a fan of Mu Chen, the president of the Eastsea City Blacksmith Association.

However, Huang Ziya had been here for several months, and today was the first time the president had appeared in the association. When Cen Yue said the president wanted to see Tang Wulin, she had taken a long time to calm down from her excitement.

"Old Cen, let her come over!" Mu Chen said from behind his desk.

Only then did Cen Yue let Huang Ziya approach Mu Chen.

"Little sister, what rank of blacksmith are you?" Mu Chen asked with a smile.

"President, I am currently a second-rank blacksmith," Huang Ziya replied excitedly.

"Mm! Looking at your age, you must be only fifteen or sixteen! Being able to reach the second rank is already quite good. Keep it up."

"Thank you, President!" Huang Ziya bowed deeply, then unexpectedly took a camera out of her pocket: "President Mu, may I take a photo with you? And get an autograph while I'm at it!"

Mu Chen nodded slightly: "Of course."

Afterward, Huang Ziya walked to Mu Chen's side, made a peace sign, and pressed the shutter button. A photo ejected from the bottom of the camera.

Mu Chen very seriously took out the fountain pen he carried with him and signed his name on the photo.

"Thank you, President!"

"Alright! You go out first! I have things to discuss with that child."

"Okay!"

Huang Ziya happily skipped over to Tang Wulin's side, took his hand, and said: "It's all thanks to you! Little Wulin, without you, I wouldn't have been able to see the president!"

After saying this, Huang Ziya planted a light kiss on Tang Wulin's cheek before leaving the room, not forgetting to close the door behind her, leaving only a faint lipstick mark on Tang Wulin's face.

Tang Wulin's cheeks instantly turned a bit rosy.

At this moment, Mu Chen walked over at some point, crouched down in front of Tang Wulin, and said with a gentle smile on his face: "You are Tang Wulin?"

"Mm! I am! Are you the president of the Blacksmith Association?" Tang Wulin looked at the badge on Mu Chen's chest and added: "You are also an eighth-rank blacksmith, that's amazing."