Chapter 126 The King of Heaven and Father

Old Wang wandered around on the first floor without anyone paying him any attention. After all, not many young people could afford soul artifacts, and Old Wang certainly didn’t look like he could with his poor appearance. However, when he reached the material section on the second floor, a clerk immediately approached him with a friendly smile: "Sir, what can I assist you with today?"

"I need some materials." Old Wang pulled out a prepared list and handed it over, casually asking, "Is Master Anbolin here?"

The clerk smiled slightly, clearly a disciple of the Holy Sanctuary, always mentioning Master Anbolin as if they were close friends, hoping to get a discount. This kind of behavior was common among Holy Sanctuary disciples: "I’m sorry, sir, I’m not sure... Would you still like these items?"

"If I’m here, I definitely need them," Old Wang said with a smile. "But if Master Anbolin isn’t here, can you give me the wholesale price?"

The clerk paused, maintaining a polite smile: "I’m sorry, sir, but Anhe Hall does not offer discounts or refunds. That’s our service policy. For cheaper options, please turn right and go straight to the end."

"Wang Feng can buy anything at Anhe Hall at the wholesale price, as promised by Master Anbolin himself."

"Sorry, sir, I haven’t received any instructions from the boss regarding this."

"I knew you couldn’t make decisions." Old Wang tapped the crystal counter. "Seeing how tough your job is, I won’t make things difficult for you. Please contact your boss. My name is Wang Feng—the Wang of Heavenly King, the Feng of turning point. Verify if I know him."

"Everyone who comes here claims to know our boss. If I checked every claim, wouldn’t that be too much trouble?" The clerk laughed dismissively. "Brother, are you buying something or not? If not, please leave."

"Do you know who I am?" Old Wang glared, ready to argue even if he had no reason. "I’m the recipient of the Purple Rose Medal, certified Gold Profession Medal holder, Karida’s beloved disciple, and Master Anbolin’s close friend... How dare you ask me to leave?"

"I’m also the mayor of Aurora City." The clerk sneered, having never seen someone so audacious. "Enough, kid. Are you from the Rose Foundry? Our Master Anbolin has a good relationship with your senators. If you cause trouble here, the city guards will arrest you, ruining your future."

Damn, even such a prestigious title doesn’t work. Anbolin is no good either, promising wholesale prices but not informing the staff. What a waste of my precious time!

Wang Feng figured he couldn’t reason with the clerk and glanced upstairs. Suddenly, he shouted: "Master Anbolin! Master Anbolin! It’s me, Wang Feng! I’ve come to see you!"

Despite the elegant environment, where even business discussions were hushed, Old Wang’s loud voice drew everyone’s attention on the second floor.

The clerk was startled; no one had ever dared to shout in Anhe Hall before.

Anger surged within the clerk, reaching out to grab Old Wang’s arm, yelling: "How dare you cause trouble in Anhe Hall!"

"Junior Brother Wang Feng?"

Before the clerk could finish, a familiar voice interrupted. Han Shangyan rushed down the stairs.

Although Old An was strict, he was fiercely protective of his disciples, which is why they respected and feared him despite his nickname "Ironhead An."

As the senior disciple of the Judgment Foundry, Han Shangyan wasn’t the most favored but was skilled and clever. His recent troubles led to finding Wang Feng, a stroke of luck.

Han Shangyan understood that his master wanted to recruit Wang Feng from the Rose Foundry, and he welcomed the idea, not caring about losing the senior disciple title.

What mattered more than being the senior disciple was gaining favor with Master Anbolin and building a strong friendship with this rising talent.

Han Shangyan quickly intervened, stopping the clerk’s hand, and warmly greeted Old Wang: "Junior Brother Wang Feng, are you here to see the master? Unfortunately, he’s busy at the Foundry and might not have time."

"Does this kid really know the boss?" the clerk asked, stunned.

"Of course!" Han Shangyan scolded. "Don’t you know how highly Master regards Junior Brother Wang Feng? How dare you disrespect him!"

The clerk was shocked, knowing this disciple would soon take charge of Anhe Hall.

The clerk, embarrassed, explained: "Mr. Wang came in and asked for the wholesale price, claiming the boss approved it, but there was no prior notice..."

"Are you blind?" Han Shangyan pointed at Old Wang, furious. "Does Junior Brother Wang Feng look like someone who lies? Master said he gets the wholesale price here. If you overcharge him, I’ll break your legs!"

"Forget it." Old Wang felt awkward, appreciating Han Shangyan’s tact. "Senior Brother Han, it’s okay now. No need to make things hard for the clerk."

"This isn’t about making things hard; it’s about teaching him respect!" Han Shangyan sternly reprimanded. "If he treated someone less patient poorly, it would ruin our reputation."

The clerk, red-faced, hurriedly said: "I’ll prepare Mr. Wang’s materials right away."

"Hurry up! Package them carefully and deliver them to Junior Brother Wang Feng’s residence. If he arrives home and the materials aren’t there, I’ll break your legs!" Han Shangyan turned to Old Wang with a warm smile. "Junior Brother Wang Feng, next time you need something, just send a list to Judgment. I’ll have it delivered to your home."

Impressed by Han Shangyan’s quick thinking, Old Wang smiled sincerely: "Senior Brother Han, thank you for your help today. By the way, are you here to buy something? Put it on my tab, and let the clerk handle it!"

Han Shangyan’s hair stood on end. While grateful for the offer, he remembered nearly losing his career over taking money from Wang Feng last time.

"Junior Brother Wang Feng, you underestimate me! Since our brief meeting at the Foundry, I’ve been deeply impressed. You’re like a brother to me. Helping you makes me feel great. Taking your money would be an insult!"

Old Wang chuckled, recognizing a kindred spirit. "Senior Brother Han, you’re too modest!"

"Brother Wang!" Han Shangyan changed his tone, warmly shaking Old Wang’s hand. "As they say, a true friend is worth a thousand cups of wine. Whatever you need, just ask!"

They shared a knowing laugh, parting ways with mutual admiration. Han Shangyan left feeling invigorated and spirited.

Wang Feng had long heard of the famous brown-noser Rose. To be able to handle difficult people like Karida and Luo Yan and make them submit, frankly, Han Shangyan was quite admiring and respectful.

What is the most precious thing these days? Of course, it's talent!

Having made such a great contribution, how could one not show it off properly?