The Glazed Heaven Sect is a top-tier forging chamber specially built for high-rise buildings.
"Clang! Clang! Clang—!"
The rhythmic tapping stopped abruptly, replaced by a dull, teeth-grinding "hum".
Lou Gao stood bare-chested, his muscular upper body bulging with sweat, which streamed down his bronze skin and rose in puffs of white steam on the scorching floor.
He was panting heavily, staring intently at the dark blue metal on the forging table.
Sunken silver from the deep sea.
This rare treasure, salvaged from the depths of the ocean, was specially found for him by Ning Liu.
Its density and conductivity of soul power far exceed those of any known metal in the world.
Lou Gao was overjoyed when he first saw it, and asserted that he could use it to forge a divine artifact that would surpass all his works in his life.
But reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.
This thing is so slippery!
With each strike of the forging hammer, ninety-nine percent of the immense soul power and spiritual will he poured into it were neutralized by the strange "flexibility" within it, as if he were punching cotton, powerless to use.
No matter how ingenious the forging technique or how fierce the flame, he could not truly shake its internal structure.
"Bastard! Bastard!"
Lou Gao, in frustration, threw the priceless forging hammer in his hand to the ground with a loud clang.
He plopped down on the stone bench next to him, grabbed the water bag and gulped down several mouthfuls, but his eyes remained fixed on the piece of deep-sea silver like a hungry wolf.
Why?
Why is that?
Is it because my strength is insufficient?
Or is my flame not hot enough?
No, none of those are true.
This is a form of suppression in essence.
Ordinary fire cannot truly melt this wondrous thing from the deep sea.
This sense of powerlessness almost shattered the pride and madness of this master craftsman.
Just then, there was a gentle knock on the heavy stone door of the forging room.
"who?!"
Lou Gao was in a state of agitation, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger.
"Didn't I tell you not to bother me even if the sky falls down?!"
A respectful and steady voice came from outside the door:
"Master craftsman Lou Gao, the sect leader invites you."
"metropolitan?"
Lou Gao's brows furrowed into a knot.
"What does he want from me? I'm busy! Just tell him I'm at a crucial moment and can't get away!"
"The sect leader said he has a gift he wants to give you personally." The guard's voice was completely flat, simply relaying the words verbatim.
"Gift?"
Lou Gao scoffed, his face full of disdain.
What gift could be more important than conquering the deep-sea treasure?
Gold Soul Coins? Rare Metals? He has everything he needs right now!
This young sect leader, who has already conquered the world at such a young age, probably doesn't understand that for a true craftsman, the greatest gift is to be able to complete a perfect work of art!
He was about to refuse again, but the words stuck in his throat.
The scene of when I first came to the Glazed Heaven Sect involuntarily came to mind.
What happened here moved even this madman who cared about nothing but forging.
The sect built him the most luxurious forging workshop in the entire continent, even more luxurious than the Forging Masters Association headquarters in Gengxin City, the metal capital.
He said that if they needed the hardest basalt as slabs, the sect would send people to the far north to mine it from under the millennia-old glaciers.
He said he wanted all the rare metals in the world as research materials, and Ning Liu opened the treasure trove for him to use.
He then mobilized the entire commercial network across the country. No matter how obscure the material, as long as Lou Gao asked for it, it would be delivered to his forging table within half a month.
Money is provided, manpower is provided, and materials are provided.
They didn't even send anyone to monitor him, nor did they force him to forge anything for the sect.
Ning Liu gave him only one sentence.
“Master Craftsman, you only need to do what you want to do. Liulitian will be your strongest support.”
It was a kind of trust and respect that bordered on indulgence.
Thinking of this, Lou Gao's anger gradually dissipated, turning into a helpless sigh.
That's all.
The sect leader has given us a lot of face, so we can't be ungrateful.
"Okay, I'll change my clothes and head over."
He stood up and shouted irritably at the door.
...
A moment later, inside the sect leader's room.
Lou Gao changed into a relatively clean linen robe, but the smell of smoke and metal from years of dealing with flames and metal was impossible to wash off.
He stood somewhat awkwardly on the smooth, mirror-like floor, looking at Ning Liu, who was sitting in the main seat, leisurely sipping tea, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"Master craftsman, please have a seat."
Ning Liu put down her teacup, smiled, and pointed to the chair opposite her.
"Sect Master, you're too kind."
Lou Gao sat down with an air of superiority, but as soon as his buttocks touched the soft cushion, he felt uncomfortable all over and straightened his back.
"I heard that the master craftsman is currently troubled by a piece of sunken silver from the deep sea?" Ning Liu asked bluntly.
A sharp glint flashed in Lou Gao's cloudy eyes, and he leaned forward slightly.
"The sect leader also knows forging?"
I know a little bit about it.
Ning Liu smiled and said, "Although I'm not good at talking, I do know a few things."
He stood up, walked to the front of the building, and stared intently at the master craftsman.
"Master Craftsman Lou Gao, you have dedicated your life to pursuing the ultimate in forging, achieving a reputation as a master craftsman despite your mortal body."
"Have you ever considered that mortal skills have their limits? And that even the flames of the mortal world have their unreachable realms?"
Lou Gao was stunned.
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