First Meeting with the Divine Craftsman, Mu Ye Sighs

East Sea City Blacksmith Association.

In the lounge on the top floor.

"You're quite free, aren't you? What are you doing running all the way to East Sea City?"

"Does the Blacksmith Association have no objections?"

Tang Wulin's forging teacher, Saint Craftsman Mu Chen, looked at the man sitting on the sofa before him and voiced his complaints.

However, the impatient tone was clearly more of a deliberate act.

"What objections could they have?"

Zhen Hua rolled his eyes.

"It's not like the Blacksmith Association can't function without me."

"Besides, I just happened to be heading out to make contact with that mysterious Grand Elder of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda, so I figured I'd drop by to see you and Bao'er while I was at it."

"Heh." Mu Chen twitched the corners of his mouth in a joyless smile.

"I hope you aren't here for Bao'er."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Zhen Hua huffed, his beard bristling.

"Am I that kind of person?"

Mu Chen pursed his lips: "Hard to say."

Just then, Mu Ye, dressed in a white chef's uniform, walked out of the kitchen carrying two freshly prepared dishes.

Hearing the two men's conversation, the expression on Mu Ye's face remained completely calm.

It was clear he was already accustomed to the way they interacted.

It was just bickering; in reality, both men knew perfectly well that the other didn't mean anything by it.

It was simply a peculiar way for fellow disciples to get along.

"Ah, you're in for a treat today."

Zhen Hua glanced at the dishes Mu Ye had brought out and said with a smile.

For once, Mu Chen did not retort.

Mu Ye, the Sect Master of the Body Sect, possessed truly excellent culinary skills, a fact even Mu Chen could not deny.

"Oh?"

"It seems This Seat has arrived at an inopportune time."

A voice as crisp as water dripping into a mountain stream suddenly echoed through the room.

Mu Ye's eyes narrowed, and he lunged forward to stand in front of Zhen Hua, his gaze fixed vigilantly on the young man who had suddenly appeared in the room.

With his level of cultivation, he hadn't sensed the slightest hint of when this young man had arrived or how he had managed to appear here.

A trace of gravity inevitably surfaced in his eyes.

Such methods...

There were very few people on the entire continent capable of this.

"No need to worry, it's Elder Leng who has arrived."

Zhen Hua had also been vigilant at first, but upon seeing the young man's face, he relaxed once more.

He waved his hand, signaling to Mu Ye that there was no need to be so tense.

He had already recognized the identity of the young man who had suddenly appeared.

Leng Hanyuan, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda who had commissioned him to forge the Heaven-Forged Metal components required for a Four-Word Battle Armor.

Zhen Hua had originally intended to pay a visit to this mysterious Grand Elder of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda after his meal.

He hadn't expected Leng Hanyuan to appear here instead.

And that ghostly, unpredictable method just now...

It made Zhen Hua place a bit more trust in the rumors regarding what had transpired at the Spirit Transmission Pagoda's high-level meeting.

Elder Leng.

Hearing Zhen Hua's words, Mu Ye also recognized the young man before him.

He had never met Leng Hanyuan in person.

But he had seen his photograph.

The soul power he had been circulating calmed down once again.

However, the look he gave Leng Hanyuan clearly held much more gravity than before.

This mere glimpse of his capabilities was enough for Mu Ye to gain a preliminary awareness of Leng Hanyuan's strength.

After all, he was not just a cook.

He was also the current Sect Master of the Body Sect, one of the top-tier figures in the soul master world.

Before this, he had even met the man known as the number one person on the continent, the Sky-Propping Douluo, Yun Ming.

Yet, the sense of oppression brought to him by the Leng Hanyuan before his eyes was not even the slightest bit inferior to that of the Sky-Propping Douluo.

His intuition told him that the strength of this young man before him was likely not below that of the Sky-Propping Douluo.

Thinking of this, Mu Ye's expression changed noticeably, his mood becoming somewhat complex.

He did not doubt his own intuition.

Because at their level, intuition was often terrifyingly accurate.

It was just that he felt a moment of wistful sighing.

Shrek Academy had produced the Sky-Propping Douluo, Yun Ming.

Now, the Spirit Transmission Pagoda had produced a Leng Hanyuan who was not inferior to the Sky-Propping Douluo.

Looking back at their Body Sect.

Ten thousand years ago, they were an existence not inferior to Shrek Academy, but now they had reached a state where their legacy was almost flickering out like a dying flame.

"Forgive my uninvited arrival, Divine Craftsman."

Leng Hanyuan smiled slightly.

"Naturally, I would not mind." Zhen Hua waved his hand, seeing that this Grand Elder held no malice toward him.

He stood up and took the initiative to invite Leng Hanyuan to take a seat.

"Since the Grand Elder has come, why not sit down and join me for lunch?"

Zhen Hua's attitude was excellent.

Although he was a Divine Craftsman of noble status.

The Leng Hanyuan before him was still a genuine quasi-god.

Douluo Continent was, after all, a world where spirit masters reigned supreme.

Zhen Hua would naturally not show any neglect toward Leng Hanyuan.

"Then I shall respectfully accept your invitation."

Leng Hanyuan did not stand on ceremony, pulling over a chair and sitting down.

Zhen Hua also introduced the identities of Mu Ye and the other man to Leng Hanyuan.

"This is Mu Chen, a Saint Craftsman, and also my junior brother."

"Greetings, Elder Leng." Mu Chen cupped his hands in a bow, and Leng Hanyuan nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

"This is Mu Ye, the current Sect Master of the Body Sect."

Mu Ye also cupped his hands in greeting.

Although he was not fond of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda.

Mu Ye still held a certain level of respect for those who were stronger than himself.

Leng Hanyuan glanced at Mu Ye, and a moment later, he uttered a sentence that left him somewhat confused:

"You are quite different from that old fellow."

After saying this, he offered no further explanation.

Although Mu Ye was puzzled as to who the "old fellow" in Leng Hanyuan's words was, seeing that he had no intention of elaborating, he did not press the matter.

The group began to dine.

Mu Ye's hobby was cooking, but the ingredients that could interest him enough to step into the kitchen were certainly not simple.

There were not many dishes on the table, but every single one used extremely precious ingredients.

Leng Hanyuan picked up a piece of Braised Earth Dragon Spine Meat and placed it in his mouth, then praised it sincerely:

"Excellent craftsmanship."

Mu Ye's skill was truly no joke.

Whether it was his understanding of the ingredients or his processing of them, it was almost impeccable.

The dishes he made could absolutely be described as having perfect color, aroma, and taste.

Even the top-tier chefs of the Phoenix Family were slightly inferior by comparison.

"You flatter me."

Mu Ye replied concisely.

However, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably curled upward slightly.

For a chef, having one's craft recognized was undoubtedly the most gratifying thing.

Moreover, the person giving this recognition was no ordinary individual.

It was Leng Hanyuan, a quasi-god standing at the very pinnacle of the entire continent.

"I wonder what business brings the Divine Craftsman to East Sea City to seek me out?"

Leng Hanyuan swallowed the Braised Earth Dragon Spine Meat in his mouth and raised his eyes to look at Zhen Hua.

Although Zhen Hua had never explicitly stated that he had come to East Sea City to find him, everyone knew it in their hearts, and there was no need to hide it.

Zhen Hua nodded candidly.

"I was entrusted by Tower Master Leng to forge the Heaven-Forged Metal required for Elder Leng's Four-Word Battle Armor."

"However, the Heaven-Forged Metal needed for each piece of battle armor varies depending on the user."

"Therefore, I have come specifically to ask Elder Leng about your requirements for the battle armor, so that I may begin the formal forging process."

"Might I have the honor of viewing your martial soul?"

As soon as these words were spoken.

Two other gazes also turned toward him simultaneously, brimming with anticipation.