Meeting Mu Chen's gaze, Li Moxun took a long look at the president of the Eastsea City Blacksmith Association, a man notorious for doting on his daughter.
He said nothing, only nodded calmly. Then he stood there waiting, one hand pressed to his chest.
Less than ten minutes later, a staff member came out.
In his hands was the Level 4 Blacksmith medal. It simply didn't represent a peak Level 4 Blacksmith; it was for an ordinary Level 4 Blacksmith.
Mu Chen took the medal and smiled apologetically at Li Moxun.
"Your certificate already identifies you as a peak Level 4 Blacksmith and confirms that you're a quasi-Level 5 Blacksmith."
"But we don't have a medal like that here, so I'll have to make do with this one for you."
Mu Chen spoke with an apologetic expression.
Although he admired Li Moxun, he was still displeased that the young man had injured his disciple, Tang Wulin.
And after his daughter had attacked Li Moxun, there was almost no chance of the two sides making peace.
Mu Chen saw that clearly, and had already begun to suppress Li Moxun.
After all, an ordinary Level 4 Blacksmith received entirely different treatment from a peak Level 4 Blacksmith who was a quasi-Level 5.
Quasi-Level 5 Blacksmiths received Level 5 benefits. They were given certain rare metals every month and had special purchasing privileges, but Level 4 Blacksmiths received none of that.
Level 4 Blacksmiths weren't entitled to subsidies of rare metals such as Dragon Blood Iron and Blue Pregnancy Steel.
At that thought, Li Moxun took a long look at Mu Chen, then stepped forward and thanked him very respectfully.
After taking the Level 4 Blacksmith medal, Li Moxun calmly turned and left. Before going, he even said goodbye to the two of them.
Seeing Li Moxun act so spinelessly, Mu Xi wore a mocking smile. But if she had seen the icy expression on his face as he left, she might have thought differently.
Three months of cultivation and over 2,300 points of spiritual power meant Li Moxun could already summon a clone with 2,000 points of spiritual power. The clone's strength and memories would be even greater than that.
But Li Moxun said nothing about it. He simply left without a fuss, then took a Soul Engineer vehicle straight back to Eastsea Academy.
He wasn't actually injured. Mu Xi's attack had been like a tickle, weaker than a passing breeze, let alone enough to hurt him.
Even so, he kept up the act. He climbed into the vehicle with one hand over his chest, and didn't lower it until he returned to his room. Then he dropped his left hand, his gaze utterly cold.
Meanwhile, as evening came, Mu Xi and Mu Chen were chatting and waiting for Tang Wulin to recover when the door suddenly burst open and Tang Wulin walked in.
Compared to the infirmary, the Blacksmith Association had taken much better care of him. Tang Wulin now had several bandages wrapped around him.
Looking at Tang Wulin, who was swathed in bandages from head to toe, Mu Xi couldn't help bursting into laughter.
"Why are you wrapped up like a mummy? You were hurt that badly? Don't worry, your senior sister already taught him a lesson. He wasn't hurt much less than you were."
Mu Xi spoke with a proud look on her face.
She had been surprised to learn that Li Moxun was also a Third Ring Soul Master. Still, she was sure that her surprise attack, combined with those terrifying fireballs crashing down, had left him at least as badly injured as Tang Wulin.
Hearing Mu Xi's words, Tang Wulin was startled. He knew exactly how strong Li Moxun was.
The four of them had attacked together, yet Li Moxun hadn't even used his second or third Soul Skill before completely overwhelming them. The gap between them had been unimaginable.
Mu Xi couldn't even beat Xie Xie, let alone Li Moxun.
"Sister Mu Xi, you're not joking, right? Li Moxun is really strong. Several of us couldn't beat him together."
Tang Wulin's mouth fell open as he spoke. Hearing him, Mu Xi looked even prouder.
"Why would I lie to you? His strength was nothing special. After my fireballs hit him, he must have been pretty badly hurt."
"Serves him right for bullying you! If he dares bully you again, come find me. I won't let him get away with it! From now on, you've got me looking out for you at Eastsea Academy."
Mu Xi spoke with a proud smile.
Mu Chen tapped her on the head, but in the end, he didn't say anything harsh.
After all, he doted on his only daughter more than anything.
Listening to Mu Chen and Mu Xi, Tang Wulin rubbed his head, a strange look flashing in his eyes.
He had more or less guessed that Li Moxun hadn't dared to fight back. He opened his mouth, wanting to tell Mu Xi and Mu Chen it was because of the sparring match.
But neither of them was stupid. Normally, they should have been able to figure that out.
So Tang Wulin fell silent for a second and didn't pursue the subject. Instead, he smiled at Mu Xi.
"Thanks, Sister Mu Xi."
"Come on, what are you thanking me for? By the way, my dad wanted to talk to you about something today."
Mu Xi spoke and turned to look at Mu Chen.
Mu Chen was looking at Tang Wulin, his face full of approval.
As he spoke, he took out a piece of Blue Pregnancy Steel and set it on the table.
"You forged this piece of Blue Pregnancy Steel, right? The quality is excellent. It's already reached Second Grade, and it's very close to First Grade."
"Once you reach First Grade, you can become a Level 5 Blacksmith straight away. The benefits and treatment you'll receive will be excellent."
Mu Chen paused for a second. He turned slightly and glanced at the Thousand Refinement First Grade piece forged from Dragon Blood Iron lying there, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.
But after a moment's thought, he shook his head and looked at Tang Wulin expectantly.
"I just happened to get a quasi-Level 5 Blacksmith position recently. I can arrange for you to become a quasi-Level 5 Blacksmith and receive the benefits first, then you can take the Blacksmith assessment."
"Come on, there's still time. Forge it one more time and see if you can break through to First Grade faster and become a true First Grade Blacksmith."
Mu Chen spoke and smiled at Tang Wulin.
Mu Xi, standing nearby, rolled her eyes at her father.
"Come on, Dad, Wulin's already hurt so badly. Besides, you promised to take me out to dinner tonight. You can't break your promise! Let him try tomorrow. It's almost seven already."
"It's all Li Moxun's fault. If he hadn't come for his assessment today, I could've gone shopping after Wulin's test this afternoon."
Mu Xi spoke with a pout, irritation written across her face.
Hearing her, Tang Wulin and Mu Chen could only look at her helplessly.
In his room at Eastsea Academy, Li Moxun sat with a cold expression.
The door in front of him was locked. As his eyes calmly opened, golden flames flickered in his golden, slit-pupiled eyes, and his spiritual power began to gather.
He drew out over 2,000 points of spiritual power and could clearly feel his body growing more tired. His expression, however, didn't change.
This time, he wasn't going to create a conscious clone. He planned to control it himself—and personally take his revenge.
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