Blood Sacrifice Forging Hammer

Leaving the Moon Pavilion, Yang Fan breathed in the crisp breeze of Heaven Dou City, only then managing to suppress the restless heat in his heart.

What lingered in his mind, unable to be cast aside, were Tang Yuehua's eyes, as clear and deep as autumn waters.

I always feel like this is trouble. I was clearly doing this for the sake of my career...

He whispered a self-deprecating remark, shook his head, and forcibly drove those amorous thoughts from his mind.

Helping Tang Yuehua break through her bottleneck and resolving her long-standing inner knot was a decision he had made after careful deliberation.

Tang Yuehua was one of the few characters in the original work whose flaws and regrets were mentioned, yet she remained a talent of immense capability.

Her character design was much like Ya Fei from Battle Through the Heavens; she possessed extreme emotional intelligence and business acumen, but lacked innate talent.

Helping her become a Soul Master was the perfect way to open her heart. Otherwise, how could Yang Fan feel secure in forming an alliance with such a powerful woman backed by the Clear Sky Sect?

Yang Fan felt that only through a sufficient intertwining of interests and gratitude could their cooperation become truly unbreakable.

As for the Sinking Silver, or rather, Jade Silver, that was also a decision Yang Fan made based on his own interests.

Soul Spirit technology was far too radical for this era, and Yang Fan feared that taking too large a step would attract eyes that shouldn't be looking his way.

Having experienced that terrorist attack, Yang Fan no longer dared to gamble; proceeding step by step was perhaps for the best.

Soul Spirits were hard to come by, but forging should be no problem.

Lou Gao would eventually push the art of forging to a higher realm in the future; rather than letting him die for his craft, it was better for me to intercept the opportunity and use forging as a stepping stone to increase my leverage with Qian Renxue.

Since she had recruited him under the guise of Xue Qinghe, he should further demonstrate his value.

Relying solely on treasure appraisal was too narrow a path.

He couldn't just keep resting on his laurels because of that one discovery of Whale Glue.

While there was nothing wrong with treasure appraisal, forging offered a much broader horizon!

Yang Fan had yet to realize one thing: this was the Romance Continent. You might think you are binding people with interests, but according to the rules of the Douluo world... all of this would be converted into affection. The deeper the bond, the more gratified Brother Cheng would be.

Passing through several bustling streets, Yang Fan returned to Yang's Treasure Appraisal Pavilion with practiced ease.

Having been busy for so long, it was now the hour of the sheep, and the appraisal pavilion was at its peak, though business seemed exceptionally brisk today.

Yang Fan pushed the door open and saw Ye Rou sitting at a sandalwood table, flipping through a thick ledger.

She was wearing a form-fitting dark purple dress today, which outlined her mature and charming curves, with a few strands of dark hair falling against her fair neck, adding a touch of lazy allure.

"Little Pavilion Master, you finally know how to come back?" Ye Rou asked softly upon seeing Yang Fan return, pouring him a cup of hot tea as she did so. "Have you seen how busy A Wu and the servants have been?"

"Isn't this all for the sake of business? I've already reached a cooperation agreement with the owner of the Moon Pavilion. With her connections, our appraisal pavilion can finally expand further."

Yang Fan rubbed his nose in embarrassment as he looked at the busy scene inside the pavilion.

He really had been busy with business today.

The base metals for the Jade Silver had been acquired, and the consensus for cooperation with the Moon Pavilion was basically reached. Once he broke through to become a Level 5 Forgemaster, he could open up the market for selling processed metals and low-level Soul Guidance Devices.

Of course, the prerequisite for everything was waiting for him to reach that Level 5 threshold.

This hurdle was not low; generally, only Forgemasters with five-ring cultivation would even consider it.

If only a Soul Master with a Metal Element Control soul skill appeared before me and let me copy it, that would be great. My chances would be much higher.

Yang Fan had considered using the travel opportunity given by Mo Lan to see if he could copy one in The Unrivaled Tang Sect, but after careful consideration, he gave up on the idea.

The Evil Soul Masters in The Unrivaled Tang Sect were too rampant, and with the interference of the God King Tang San, it was better to play it safe and wait until he completed the Heart of Eros in this era before making further plans.

Seeing the appraisal pavilion so busy, Yang Fan, as the master, felt a bit guilty and hurried over to help.

Why are there so many people today...

Accompanied by a crisp, bell-like giggle, a dainty figure appeared at the entrance.

"Yang Fan! Hurry and look, how is the promotional effect of this young lady?"

Ning Rongrong hopped inside, looking like a light, airy butterfly.

She held a skewer of crystal-clear candied haws, the bright red fruit coated in a translucent sugar shell. Behind her, the two maids from their first meeting followed closely.

Their auras were restrained, and while their soul power fluctuations were not low, the current Yang Fan could tell at a glance that they were still far inferior to the two Titled Douluo-level powerhouses from that night.

Looking at the young girl before him, Yang Fan's lips curled into a playful smile, and he tossed out a quip that no one in this era could understand: "So it was you, kid, who brought all these customers to my place."

At the same time, a ripple stirred in Yang Fan's heart; perhaps he was the only one in this world who understood that meme.

This brief moment of melancholy was quickly shattered.

"What do you mean 'you kid'?!"

Ning Rongrong looked like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, her bright, cheerful face instantly puffing up like a steamed bun.

She glared with her large, watery eyes and pouted, "Don't think that just because you saw me in a vulnerable state, you can talk to me so disrespectfully!"

As she said this, she took a bite of her candied haw, continuing her accusation in a muffled but righteous tone: "I brought you traffic, and you don't even know how to say thank you? It's so infuriating!"

Watching Ning Rongrong's spoiled, willful, yet vibrant and lively appearance, the smile in Yang Fan's eyes deepened.

This authentic little temper at least proved that this little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect was definitely not a transmigrator.

"Alright, alright, it's my fault. These candies are for you."

Seeing how much Ning Rongrong loved candied haws, Yang Fan thought that perhaps candies from the era of the Legend of the Dragon King might also please her.

Back in the era of the Legend of the Dragon King, he had loved teasing Na'er; whenever she got angry, she looked as adorable as a puffed-up pufferfish, but a piece of candy was all it took to soothe her, and she would go back to calling him "Brother."

Ning Rongrong saw the novel-looking candies in Yang Fan's hand, blinked, and took one to taste.

The milky fragrance mingled with the sweetness of fruit, along with a hint of herbal aroma.

Though called candy, it could also be considered a medicinal pill; after all, products from the Spirit Pagoda were guaranteed in quality.

It was Ning Rongrong's first time eating such a strange candy, and after finishing it, she felt as if her spirit power had vaguely accelerated.

"How is it? Not bad, right?"

Ning Rongrong looked into Yang Fan's smiling eyes, turned her head slightly, and said insincerely, "It's just so-so..."

"So-so it is, then. But Young Miss, my Treasure Appraisal Pavilion doesn't have much staff. It's usually fine, but with the traffic you've brought in, I'm finding it hard to keep up."

Yang Fan replied with a troubled expression.

"That's nothing. Sister Mei, Sister Lan, come quickly and help Pavilion Master Yang."

Ning Rongrong said to the two maids behind her.

Ning Mei and Ning Lan were considered elites within the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. Despite their young age, they had already reached the level of Spirit Kings. While becoming Spirit Saints was uncertain, they had a very good chance of becoming Spirit Emperors. Moreover, they were also highly gifted in the field of commerce.

"Then many thanks to you both."

Yang Fan hurriedly bowed. He was planning to find a blacksmith shop to grind his side-profession level, so he really wasn't suited to help out here.

"No need for thanks."

Ning Mei smiled gently and replied softly. Beside her, Ning Lan remained as cold and aloof as ever; she merely nodded slightly before heading straight to the counter to help.

Yang Fan looked at Ning Rongrong, a flash of inspiration striking him, and he suddenly asked, "Rongrong, does the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect own any blacksmith shops? The better equipped, the better."

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Ning Rongrong blinked and looked him up and down, her eyes full of suspicion. "A blacksmith shop? What are you going there for?"

She leaned in a little closer, her tone laced with teasing. "What, is business at your Treasure Appraisal Pavilion not going well, so you're planning to change careers and hammer iron? Or is it that... you're actually a blacksmith?"

Ning Mei and Ning Lan, who were nearby, also stopped in their tracks, a trace of surprise flashing in their eyes.

On the Douluo Continent, the status of a blacksmith was not high, and they were usually rough, burly men. It felt quite incongruous for a young man like Yang Fan, who possessed such an extraordinary temperament, to go around swinging a hammer to forge iron.