Mu Chen's Partiality

This forging technique was unique, causing Mu Chen to suddenly drop his previously crossed arms.

He stepped forward twice, his gaze locked onto Li Moxun, sensing every single hammer strike.

The way Li Moxun treated everything around him as if it didn't exist, with eyes focused solely on the metal, left Mu Chen somewhat mesmerized.

Mu Xi was also startled. As half an hour passed, the Hundred Refinement was completed, followed by the next stage, steadily progressing into Thousand Refinement, until finally reaching Thousand Refinement First Grade.

This forging session lasted just over an hour, already far faster than the normal forging speed.

One had to know that a normal Thousand Refinement usually required about two hours, or even longer.

Therefore, most Thousand Refinement blacksmiths took the finished Hundred Refinement products and then proceeded with the Thousand Refinement.

For someone like Li Moxun, starting from the very beginning with the Hundred Refinement and completing the Thousand Refinement First Grade in one go was extremely difficult.

Watching the standard glow of the First Grade Divine Light, Mu Chen's expression was complex.

At this age, with this talent.

Tang Wulin was the most brilliant person he had ever seen, yet even Tang Wulin had studied for four or five years to reach the level of Thousand Refinement, and he was still a long way from Thousand Refinement First Grade.

Yet at this moment, Li Moxun had already become a true Thousand Refinement First Grade blacksmith. This level of talent and flair left him feeling stunned.

However, Li Moxun did not care about the surprise in their eyes.

Looking at the metal, he raised his palm and grabbed the piece he had just finished forging.

Seeing this, Mu Chen wanted to raise his hand to stop him, but in the next second, he saw what happened.

As a gentle, icy force emerged, the metal cooled rapidly without shattering from the sudden temperature change.

Instead, permeated by this coldness, the metal appeared even brighter.

After being soaked in Li Moxun's cold energy, the quality of this metal had indirectly improved slightly, barely reaching the level of Quasi-Spirit Forging.

Looking at the Dragon Blood Iron in his hand, Li Moxun gazed calmly at Mu Chen, then lifted the metal with one hand.

Normally, he would hand items to his elders with both hands, but he couldn't be bothered to show any respect to Mu Chen, who had shown him no goodwill.

Of course, Mu Chen was in no mood to worry about that. He took the metal, observed the patterns on its surface, and sensed how different it was.

Compared to normal Dragon Blood Iron, this piece contained an extra chill. This chill was not the kind with strong destructive power, but rather a very gentle, icy force.

This power could help a spirit master refresh their mind, increase their keen sense of touch, and boost their vitality—a very unique auxiliary effect.

This clearly gave the metal an extra bonus, or rather, increased its value. It had a similar effect to Tang Wulin forging metal with his own blood.

Many high-level blacksmiths used special forging hammers to produce special effects, and the metal they crafted would have its own characteristics.

However, such effects or characteristics usually only appeared in Spirit Forging or even Spirit Guidance Forging.

For this effect to appear on a normal Thousand Refinement metal, Mu Chen was still very surprised.

But before Mu Chen could examine it closely, Li Moxun's calm, emotionless voice rang out:

"Senior, would you be able to certify me as a Level 4 Blacksmith and give me the Level 4 Blacksmith Certificate?"

As Li Moxun spoke, he looked at Mu Chen with a neither humble nor arrogant demeanor.

Mu Chen stared at Li Moxun for a second, then nodded:

"I can. I will have someone bring it to you now. The Level 4 Blacksmith Certificates are prepared in advance; our Eastsea City Blacksmith Association still has a few, so I can just have one brought over."

Mu Chen didn't delay, picking up his Spirit Guidance Communicator to make the call.

While Mu Chen was on the phone ordering someone to bring the item, Mu Xi stared deeply at Li Moxun and took two steps forward.

Two yellow and one purple spirit ring descended around the young girl, her eyes fixed on Li Moxun:

"Your forging talent is indeed strong, but don't forget the duel between us. I won't bully you; as long as you can hold out against me for five minutes, we'll call it even."

Mu Xi said, her gaze locked tightly on Li Moxun.

Meeting Mu Xi's gaze, Li Moxun felt nothing but disgust.

He and Mu Xi had no grudges, and they didn't even know each other.

She was using her status as Mu Chen's daughter to stand up for Tang Wulin, which already made him feel disgusted, and now she was actually saying something like this.

It was only because his own talent was high enough that he could become a peak Third Ring spirit master at this age.

If he were only a Second Ring spirit master, the outcome of trying to hold out for five minutes against this Third Ring spirit master would definitely be getting beaten black and blue, or perhaps something even worse.

This threat from Mu Xi meant nothing to him; he far surpassed her in both talent and strength.

So, let alone five minutes, he was confident he could take her down within one.

But the problem was, if this happened to an ordinary spirit master, it would be nothing short of genuine bullying.

Facing Mu Xi's self-righteous appearance, Li Moxun's expression turned icy.

His gaze fixed on Mu Xi, ready to teach her a lesson.

As Li Moxun nodded calmly, three purple spirit rings descended around him, and a surge of extreme cold energy emerged.

Seeing this, Mu Xi didn't hold back. She let out a low shout and lunged forward, her third spirit ring lighting up as several huge fireballs came crashing down.

This happened in an instant, and Mu Chen, standing to the side, naturally noticed it, but he had no intention of stopping them.

He just stood there calmly, pretending he had only just reacted, then stepped forward and reached out to take Mu Xi's hand, but the fireball had already descended, slamming directly into Li Moxun.

A warm sensation washed over him; honestly, these fireballs hitting Li Moxun were not even as painful as a gentle breeze brushing against his face.

However, Li Moxun still retreated two steps calmly, then clutched his chest, putting on a show of having barely resisted.

Watching Li Moxun's performance and the look of pain on the boy's face, Mu Xi let out a cold snort, a trace of disdain on her face.

"He has no grudge against you, so what right do you have to attack him!? Wulin will naturally settle his own scores; this matter had nothing to do with you in the first place."

"Go back now and write me a two-thousand-word self-criticism. I want it by tonight!"

Mu Chen said, glaring helplessly at his daughter.

Yet, at this feigned expression, a flash of cold murderous intent flickered in Li Moxun's eyes before he suddenly returned to his calm demeanor.

Seeing Li Moxun clutching his chest, Mu Chen sighed as he looked at him.

"I'm sorry, student Li Moxun. Mu Xi has a fiery temper and hurt you."

"How about this, I will deposit twenty thousand Spirit Coins into your Blacksmith Savings Card in a moment as your medical expenses."

Mu Chen spoke with an apologetic look at Li Moxun, but there was no real expression on his face, which was instead filled with blatant favoritism toward his daughter.