Mo Fan set down his juice glass and spoke slowly: “I don’t really care about these perks; I only have one condition.”
“Name it! As long as the academy can do it, we won’t refuse!” The Headmaster’s eyes lit up.
Mo Fan looked up and said: “I need a more powerful cultivation technique for my Soul Power. The basic meditation method is too slow. If you want me to stay, Eastsea Academy must provide a high-level cultivation technique with real substance.”
Hearing this request, the expressions of the several deans suddenly became a bit strange.
Was that it?
“Deal!”
The Headmaster agreed readily and immediately took out a special spirit guidance secret key, handing it to Mo Fan.
He informed him that he could go to the forbidden area on the top floor of the main academy at any time to browse through those cultivation techniques that only the core leadership could access.
Mo Fan snapped up the key and tucked it back into his pocket, flashing a smile at the deans: “Then, I look forward to your guidance during my upcoming life at the intermediate academy.”
Having achieved his goal, Mo Fan couldn’t be bothered to continue staring at this group of old foxes.
He finished the last of his green apple juice, dusted himself off, and followed Saint Craftsman Mu Chen out of the Headmaster’s office.
…
On the tree-lined path of Eastsea Academy.
Mo Fan strolled leisurely, tossing the spirit guidance recording crystal in his hand.
With the high-level cultivation technique in his possession, he was in an excellent mood.
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen, walking beside him, watched his smug expression and couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle.
“You kid, you sold yourself out just like that?”
“Oh? What do you mean?” Mo Fan spat out the grass root in his mouth and looked at him, somewhat puzzled.
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen spoke calmly while walking: “A mere high-level cultivation technique isn’t exactly a rare treasure. Ten thousand years ago, it might have been held tightly by various Sects as their lifeline. But now, Douluo Continent has developed for over ten thousand years, and with the explosion of spirit guidance technology, scientific research into the operation of human Soul Power has reached an incredibly terrifying level.”
At this point, Saint Craftsman Mu Chen paused.
“After twenty thousand years of deduction, improvement, and fusion, countless brilliant theoretical Grandmasters have been born across the continent. The Federation has wiped out countless old factions, stripping away the dross from those ancient cultivation techniques and refining countless Soul Power circulation routes that best fit the limits of the human body. Nowadays, in the eyes of the true upper echelons, high-level cultivation techniques are not rare.”
“Not rare?” Mo Fan scratched his head.
“Then why can’t I see a shadow of one on the market?”
“That’s because it’s thankless work. Not everyone can master high-level cultivation techniques. Plus, some conservative factions don’t want high-level techniques to become common knowledge, so…”
“With the potential you displayed on the training ground today, whichever faction you joined—be it the Spirit Pagoda, the Tang Sect, or the various military regions—they would all fight to present them to you.”
“You could even say that in this era, even the Tang Sect’s ‘Mysterious Heaven Skill,’ which once shook the continent and created a ten-thousand-year legend, no longer has an absolute advantage when placed in front of the countless top-tier general-purpose cultivation techniques improved by spirit guidance technology. Techniques not inferior to it are abundant in the archives of the Federation and all the top-tier academies.”
Technology is progressing, the era is developing, and twenty thousand years of accumulated knowledge is no longer comparable to the closed-door development of the ancient past.
Even the Mysterious Heaven Skill has been modified again and again by Tang San.
“Damn, doesn’t that mean I got the short end of the stick?”
Mo Fan’s mouth twitched violently, and he suddenly felt that the cultivation technique in his hand was no longer so appealing.
“Enough.” Saint Craftsman Mu Chen changed the subject, smiling as he patted his shoulder.
“The other conditions Eastsea Academy offered you are pretty good too. One should be content.”
“Tsk, I guess so. Can’t pass up a freebie.” Mo Fan quickly adjusted his mindset.
He could improve the basic meditation method himself; there was no reason to assume everyone on Douluo Continent was a fool.
“Uncle, I’m going back to cultivate. I’ll strive to reach level thirty as soon as possible.”
“Wait, what’s the rush, kid?”
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen reached out and pressed down on Mo Fan’s shoulder: “You can push for level thirty anytime. Come with me to the Blacksmiths Association first; I want to see how your Forgemaster skills are.”
“Hundred Refinements, what else could it be?” Mo Fan said matter-of-factly.
“You’re still at the Hundred Refinements level?” Saint Craftsman Mu Chen frowned.
For the past three years, he had always thought Mo Fan was just a genius Soul Master and that forging was just a passing fancy.
He had been busy with work and hadn’t really paid attention to the kid’s progress in forging.
Seeing it today, his data was completely ready for Thousand Refinement.
Teacher Li Hong was truly blind not to mention this; it was simply misleading the youth.
It seemed he couldn’t let Mu Xi continue training with him.
The more Saint Craftsman Mu Chen thought about it, the angrier he got.
He swiftly dragged Mo Fan toward the exclusive forging room on the top floor of the Blacksmiths Association.
Poor Teacher Li Hong had no idea that he had been unjustly saddled with the blame for misleading students and being blind.
…
A moment later, in the President’s exclusive forging room.
When Mo Fan casually completed the Hundred Refinements on a piece of tungsten steel.
He stared fixedly at the Hundred Refinements tungsten steel.
The level of refinement had pushed the Hundred Refinements level to the absolute limit where it could not be improved further!
An ordinary blacksmith would take half an hour to complete it, but this kid had finished it in two minutes as if he were molding clay.
“You call this ‘what else could it be’?”
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen’s eyes widened, and he shouted in agony: “With your strength, you are fully capable of learning Thousand Refinement! Why don’t you take the initiative to learn it?”
Mo Fan was stunned and spread his small hands: “Hundred Refinements is enough for me to practice engraving arrays.”
Hundred Refinements is enough…
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen felt a surge of blood rush straight to his head, his eyelids twitched wildly, and his blood pressure soared.
Across the entire Federation, how many Forgemasters would kneel before the forging table day and night, burning incense and praying, just to touch the threshold of Thousand Refinement and imbue metal with a trace of spirituality?
Yet this kid was different; possessing world-shaking forging talent, he chose to waste it just to practice engraving arrays.
“You… you, you, you, you, you are simply wasting your talent!!”
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen was so angry his fingers trembled as he pointed at Mo Fan.
“Just to save a few pennies on materials, you’re letting such great forging talent go to waste? You’re going to be the death of me!”
“Saving money is good, right?” Mo Fan shrank his neck.
“Besides, I don’t have that much energy to learn forging.”
“Save my ass!”
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen slapped his hand on the Deep Sea Heavy Silver Mother table.
He took several deep breaths, forcing the surge of blood in his chest back down.
Looking at Mo Fan’s expression, which showed no respect for forging, yet he possessed the best forging skills, and even thought of using Hundred Refinements tungsten steel for practice, this Level 8 Saint Craftsman was completely broken.
No, he absolutely could not let this continue.
Such a good seedling should shine and contribute to the forging world.
A nine-year-old at level twenty-nine, and with such forging talent, a future Divine Craftsman was in sight!
There had never been a Forgemaster at the Limit Douluo level to date; perhaps this guy would become the first.