Chapter 56: What’s really cool is that Lao Wang can keep his boast

Damn it, he had never seen a messier workshop...

The fire in the furnace hadn’t completely died out yet, and the immersion pool was still wet all around, making everything slippery. Cooling liquid was splattered all over the floor.

On the rune table, various models of engraving tools were scattered haphazardly. On the workbench, a hammer was mixed with countless vessels, all thrown there carelessly. The worst part was the floor.

Damn, the floor was covered with residue, gray and black, scattered everywhere. Even the white towels used to wipe the tools, along with several spare ones, were thrown around randomly. Some were even used as mats on the floor in front of the workbench, leaving dirty shoe prints that stood out glaringly.

He, he actually complained about the floor being too dirty and used these towels as mats!

Han Shangyan almost couldn’t catch his breath. He hurriedly said, "Master Anbolin, someone just finished using this room. I only took a quick break, and I haven’t had time to clean up yet. I’ll get someone to do it right away..."

"Shut up!"

Anbolin was around forty years old, with a square face, a robust build, and a stern demeanor. He was known for his strictness, especially when it came to casting, and he had a high reputation within the Foundry. He was also notoriously strict with students.

At this moment, his expression was quite cold. He stood in front of the workshop’s platform, staring intently at the No. 2 hammer, which weighed only a few pounds, and the piles of residue and scrap materials scattered on the floor, likely weighing dozens of pounds.

It was easy to generate force with a heavy hammer, but doing so with a light one was incredibly difficult. Typically, students in the Foundry used hammers numbered six or higher; even the five-pound hammer, which weighed nearly ten pounds, was rarely used well. As for the two-pound No. 2 hammer, it was almost unheard of.

Someone had managed to use “lifting light as if it were heavy” under his very nose. If that wasn’t enough, there were many broken intricate patterns among the residue, indicating “meticulous precision.” This technique was usually reserved for instructors. Damn, someone was trying to cause trouble!

"Who used this room just now?" Anbolin asked coldly.

"Wang Ruoxu!" Han Shangyan said dejectedly, betraying his junior without hesitation.

More than just betrayal, he wished he could skin and drink the blood of that guy. No wonder he was done in three hours. That’s how he used the workshop.

Just two hundred lios, and he was going to get a severe scolding.

Seeing his instructor displeased, Han Shangyan quickly added, "Master Anbolin, it really was a junior named Wang Ruoxu. He said he transferred to the Foundry this year. I had no idea he was so disrespectful."

Anbolin was stunned. Not an instructor, but a student? Lifting light as if it were heavy, meticulous precision?

He thought someone from the other side had come to cause trouble. When did their college produce such a genius???

Anbolin’s heart suddenly warmed up.

"Which class is he in? Who is his instructor?" Anbolin was intrigued. If no one had claimed him yet, his luck had arrived.

Han Shangyan was truly panicked. He didn’t expect his instructor to be so angry. Stuttering, he said, "Well, we didn’t register that level of detail..."

Anbolin gave him a cold look. "Go to the Foundry and hand over your duties. If you can’t find this person, you might as well not exist!"

Han Shangyan’s mouth gaped open. Was there any law? Any fairness?

Just because he didn’t clean up, this was the punishment? But there was no arguing. In the Holy Sanctuary, the instructor was supreme.

What a disaster indeed.

"Did you hear me?"

"H-heard you." Han Shangyan was filled with indignation. "Master Anbolin, rest assured, I’ll find him even if I have to dig three feet into the ground!"

Mo Tong rushed to inform them about the scheduled meeting with the Eight Legions, reminding them repeatedly about the time: ten o’clock the day after tomorrow.

To be honest, the other team members were quite surprised. They knew what kind of captain they had.

Blowing things out of proportion was typical for him. The Eight Legions were on a different level. Everyone knew their own level. Wang Feng had mentioned it a few times, but no one took it seriously. After all, they were on different levels. However, life was like this. When Kela and others felt Old Wang was sincere, he was just bluffing. When they thought he was bragging, he delivered.

Not only did he manage to arrange the meeting, but Mo Tong, who was from the Eight Legions and could attend Rose Academy with Lucky Heaven, was clearly a noble, if not a prince.

Nobles from the Eight Legions were the proudest on the Nine Continents, considering themselves the origin of life. Yet, look at how he treated Old Wang. At Old Wang’s command, Mo Tong worked tirelessly to arrange the match, even running over early in the morning without washing his face...

"Captain, you’re amazing. It’s so incredible," Winnie praised softly, feeling something was off. The people from Datura Empire had looks, money, and power. What could Old Wang offer them?

Flesh? Looking at Old Wang, he seemed too rough even to carry their shoes.

"Just a small matter," Old Wang said casually. "I’ve always told you that I’m just low-key and don’t want to show off in the academy. You didn’t believe me, but now you see that only the captain is reliable in crucial moments."

"Afeng, could you help me get a signature from His Highness Lucky Heaven?" Fantasia rubbed his hands excitedly.

Winnie widened her eyes. "Brother Fantasia, are you a fan?"

Fantasia chuckled. "No, it’s just worth a lot of money these days."

...

"I’ll see how I feel. If I’m in a good mood, I can get you two signatures," Old Wang said lazily. "You guys never take the captain seriously until you need something. Remember, last time I asked you to wash my clothes, you kept making excuses! If I weren’t busy arranging things for the team, would I ask you for such a trivial task? You acted as if someone was bullying you..."

"I was wrong, Afeng. I was shortsighted. I’ll wash them right now!" Fantasia jumped up, searching the bed. "Afeng, rest assured, I’ll take care of your dirty socks and underwear for the next two days!"

"You see, you’re offering to wash them only because I’m getting you a signature tomorrow? Brother, our friendship shouldn’t be so transactional..."

"Three days! No, a week!"

"Still a small matter. My appetite hasn’t been great lately," Old Wang frowned. "Speaking of which, I want to criticize the academy’s food. The cafeteria serves the same dishes every day. Can’t they change it up? A monotonous diet isn’t good for our health!"

Winnie nodded vigorously, agreeing wholeheartedly and looking expectantly at Fantasia.

"Tian Tong Tower! I’ll treat us tonight," Fantasia patted his chest, visibly pained. After helping Lei Lei with H8, he didn’t have much silver left. "They have a variety of dishes!"

After all, Lucky Heaven’s signature was not only valuable but also a status symbol. The satisfaction it brought was priceless.

Old Wang’s frown finally eased, and he nodded. Then, he turned to Wu Di with enthusiasm. "Wu Di, do you want anyone’s signature? Don’t be shy, tell the captain boldly!"

Wu Di widened his eyes and shook his head.

"How can a person not have any aspirations?" Old Wang said discontentedly, "Having a role model is an effective way to improve oneself! Or maybe you don't like the Eight Devas; do you admire me? Want my autograph?"

"Captain," Wu Di scratched his head, a bit flustered. "How about I just clean your dormitory for you? No need for an autograph."

The other three in the room held back their laughter, while Old Wang felt a bit awkward. Damn, sometimes being too honest isn't good.

But being Old Wang, he cleared his throat, and the awkwardness vanished, replaced by a look of satisfaction and seriousness.

"What did I say?" Old Wang patted Wu Di's shoulder and seriously addressed the others. "Our Wu Di isn't foolish at all! Good, go clean up. Remember to sprinkle some water; it's dry lately, and there's a lot of dust!"

Some were cleaning, some were washing underwear, and some were handling meals.

That was quite comfortable.

Since arriving at this godforsaken place, they finally felt like low-tier transmigrators.

Seeing the others' expectant faces, Wang Feng also sighed, feeling that youth was truly wonderful.

The location for their sparring was set in Lucky Heaven's exclusive training ground, located deep within the Martial Dao Courtyard, far from prying eyes. The enthusiastic youths here were overly curious about the Princess of Datura Empire, and there had been many peeping Toms, but after being disciplined by the guards, things had improved.

From the outside, the venue looked quite large, and the sounds of combat could be heard from afar, stirring everyone's spirits.

Look at the Eight Devas; they took this sparring session very seriously, arriving early to warm up. They had clearly heard of Old Wang's team, which had beaten the top wizard Ma Tan of the Wizard Academy. With such a prestigious captain, they had face wherever they went.

"Hold your heads high!" Old Wang placed his hands behind his back, composedly saying, "No matter what, maintain our dignity. Don't disgrace our Old Wang team when we enter! Wu Di, open the door!"

"Yes!" Wu Di stood straight, excitedly pushing open the heavy training hall door.

"Gentlemen..." Old Wang smiled, planning a grand entrance to greet the Eight Devas inside, only to find that there were more people than expected.

Inside the venue, another group was present. Upon closer inspection, besides the Eight Devas, there were familiar faces... old rivals indeed.

The infamous Black Rose team from Rose Academy, led by the handsome Luo Lan. Given his status, his team naturally bore the name "Rose."

The deputy captain, Ma Tan, a top-ranked lightning wizard in the third year of the Wizard Academy, who could still electrocute someone despite taking a hit to his crotch.

The three main members—gunner Xin Siyu, soul beast master Senna, and martial artist Meng Wu—were all outstanding in their respective divisions. Along with Luo Lan, who had represented Rose Holy Sanctuary in the previous Hero Tournament, their balanced strength and excellent leadership made them one of the top contenders for the championship this year.

However, the faces of these championship favorites were now serious. Ma Tan seemed to have suffered an injury to his arm, indicating they had just finished a battle.

There were burn marks from lightning on his arm, and he sat sullenly on the side. The team's substitute, Sas, a demon exorcist, was treating him. Sas held a blue exorcism crystal, channeling soul power to emit a soft glow, healing the burn marks, which were slowly fading and scarring.

Another substitute, Rachel, stood beside Luo Lan, glancing at Fantasia and the others with surprise but pretending not to see them.