Chapter 103 Codeword

It must be witchcraft!

Anbolin didn’t want to argue with Luo Yan and only looked at Wang Feng: "Wang Feng, I won’t say anything insincere. If you come to our Judgment, I can guarantee that you will have first priority on all the resources of the Foundry. You should be very clear that when it comes to resources, Rose can’t compare with us Judgment. Moreover, I’ll talk to the principal; he’s a man who loves talent!"

"Tsk! Wang Feng, don’t believe him," Luo Yan said. "What resources? They’re public resources. Old An, do you really think Judgment is your family business? Besides, can your rune level compare to ours? Wang Feng needs to study both runes and casting!"

Anbolin was slightly taken aback. "Our runes aren’t bad either. Even if we don’t mention the academy, Wang Feng, you should know Anhe Hall in Aurora City."

Old Wang’s eyes lit up. "The largest casting guild in Aurora City?"

"I am the owner of Anhe Hall. I believe I have enough strength to say these words." Anbolin smiled and said, "As long as you come to Judgment and become my disciple, anything you want, whether inside or outside the Holy Sanctuary, will just be a word from me!"

Luo Yan was dumbfounded. There was no way to refute this. As the big boss of Anhe Hall, Anbolin was one of the wealthiest people in Aurora City. In terms of financial power, even Li Sitan and himself together couldn’t compare.

Goodness, this guy is a super-rich tycoon...

Old Wang felt his mouth watering. Money wasn’t the issue; mainly, he loved casting.

But ultimately, the sinister looks from Brother Da and Brother Lan flashed through Old Wang’s mind, making him quickly dismiss the tempting idea.

Still, after all, he is a tycoon...

"Master An!" Old Wang said enthusiastically: "Wang Feng has long admired you. To receive such high regard from Master An, Wang Feng is truly honored! I wish I could repay your kindness immediately!"

Hearing this, Luo Yan almost lost his temper. Others might not understand, but he did. Wang Feng had left marks during his forging session. The 20 pounds and 18 taps were advanced techniques of ‘lifting light as heavy,’ and the five layers indicated the level of subtlety. Five layers meant reaching the level of meticulous technique.

Acting?

That was impossible. Plus, with Li Sitan’s constant praise, Luo Yan felt enlightened. If he lost such a national treasure-level genius in his workshop, forget about Li Sitan coming to kill him; he’d want to take a knife and end it himself.

"But..." Unexpectedly, Old Wang changed his tone and showed a face full of regret: "Principal Karida has shown me great kindness, and Senior Brother Li Sitan has nurtured me. Moreover, I have many good friends like Junior Sister Yin Fu, Junior Brother Mo Tong, and Senior Brother Patu at Rose. I simply can’t abandon the kindness of Rose. I can only apologize to you!"

Seeing Wang Feng’s expression, Anbolin realized he was a person of deep loyalty. This look couldn’t deceive anyone; he was a good kid.

Old Wang was truly distressed. If it weren’t for fearing being beaten by Brother Da, he would have followed right away, without even taking his belongings.

There was no disappointment in Anbolin’s eyes; instead, he appreciated Wang Feng even more.

For a young person, resisting the temptation of money and prospects was already commendable. Moreover, Wang Feng valued old friendships deeply, which was admirable. And he was being honest, which was good, indicating there was still hope.

"What a loyal and righteous good kid. No worries, I can give you more time to consider. I’m not in a rush," Anbolin said lovingly, smiling at Old Wang: "By the way, if you find Rose’s casting workshop unsuitable, you can always come to Judgment. I’ll give you special privileges. You can use any workshop in Judgment anytime for free!"

"Get out of here! Do we not have advanced workshops at Rose?" Luo Yan hurriedly said.

"Also, if you lack materials while refining something, you can directly buy them from Anhe Hall. I’ll make sure they sell them to you at cost price." Anbolin ignored Luo Yan and smiled meaningfully: "Of course, if you become my disciple, everything will be free!"

Damn!

This rich bastard thinks money makes him special!

Luo Yan couldn’t sit still anymore. Tempting a young man with various threats and bribes, does he think I’m dead?

Master Luo rudely pushed Anbolin towards the door: "Alright, the open class is over. What are you still blabbering about? Don’t the students need lunch?! Get out, get out, we’re done here!"

Done!

"Wang Feng, remember to visit me when you have time. We can chat... Old Luo! Stop pushing me, or I’ll really get angry!"

"Don’t misunderstand my kindness. Our workshop floor is slippery; I’m just helping you!"

Watching Master Anbolin being pushed out, looking back with reluctance, Old Wang felt quite sorry.

What a good teacher, a kind elder, a generous... tycoon.

I, Wang Feng, may have nothing else, but I live by the word ‘righteousness’! As the saying goes, if someone respects me an inch, I repay them a foot. How could I let Master An’s heart grow cold?

Old Wang couldn’t help but wave emotionally at Anbolin’s back, shouting loudly: "Master An, I will definitely visit you often!"

Anbolin’s hearty laughter came from outside, clearly hearing it.

The Rose apprentices in the workshop stared dumbfounded as Luo Yan rudely pushed the Judgment people out. They looked between the door and the smug Old Wang, feeling bewildered.

What did this guy do when he went to Judgment?

Mo Tong couldn’t help but ask, but before he could, Luo Yan rushed back into the workshop with a stern face.

"Master, what happened?" Patu knew his master’s temperament well. As Luo Yan’s top disciple, he wasn’t exactly a warm blanket, but he understood his master’s thoughts. Seeing this expression, he knew his master was troubled.

On any other day, Luo Yan would force a smile despite his troubles, but now he paused, glanced at Patu, and snapped impatiently: "Master my ass! Didn’t I tell you it’s over? Why are you still here? Get out, all of you!"

Patu was embarrassed, rubbing his nose. Everyone prepared to leave, but Luo Yan suddenly switched to a gentle and friendly smile, speaking softly: "Wang Feng, stay behind."

What was this soft voice?

Everyone preparing to leave froze. Old Wang involuntarily shivered.

"What do you want?"

Did he get upset because of the farewell with Anbolin? How petty.

Old Wang said cautiously: "Master Luo, don’t do anything rash."

"No problem, no problem, let’s talk privately," Luo Yan said warmly, then glared at the others standing frozen: "Am I talking to myself? Can’t I command you anymore? All of you, get out!"

The group was extremely curious but couldn’t stay. As soon as they stepped out of the workshop, Luo Yan slammed the door shut and locked it from inside.

Outside, everyone exchanged puzzled looks.

Mo Tong's little head was brimming with malice, and whenever it came to Wang Feng, he couldn't think anything good: "Hey, Su Yue, is this mentor not quite right...?"

"Shut up! No nonsense!" Su Yue frowned; could this guy really be one of the Eight Virtuous Ones? What was going on in his head: "Didn't you see Master and Anbolin fighting over Wang Feng just now? Master... probably wants to transfer Wang Feng to the Casting Department."

Su Yue's curiosity was truly piqued. Fifth floor? Level 20? There seemed to be more to the story.

"That can't be!" Mo Tong shook his head, completely delving into conspiracy theories: "Wang Feng only survives because of his mouth. If it were just a transfer, he could have said it openly. But they kicked us all out and locked the door. There must be something fishy going on!"

"Shh!" Ding Hui pressed his ear against the door, signaling for silence.

Yin Fu, worried, also pressed her ear against the door like Ding Hui.

They could faintly hear voices coming from the workshop.

"Teacher Luo Yan, please don't..."

"How can you force someone to do this? As a man, I said no, and that's final!"

"...Doing this kind of thing is very tiring and consumes a lot of energy. I get nothing out of it, so your threats won't work!"

"One hundred lire? Do you take me for what?"

"Am I doing this for money? At least five hundred! No, let's round it up to a thousand!"

Everyone outside had their mouths wide open.

What was going on? Were they negotiating a price?

Good grief, could they really be...

Ding ding dong dong, ding ding dong dong...

Before everyone's wild speculations could go further, the workshop finally emitted a normal series of hammering sounds.

It was the sound of forging, rhythmic and pleasant to the ear.

False alarm...

Everyone immediately understood what was happening inside.

Considering Anbolin and Luo Yan's earlier behavior, they could roughly guess the sequence of events. It seemed Teacher Luo Yan was busy personally testing Wang Feng's skills.

This Wang Feng... Could he really be a casting genius?

As they thought about it, they all gave Mo Tong an annoyed look, blaming him for leading them astray from the start.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Mo Tong looked bewildered, but the forging sounds inside irritated him, feeling like he had missed a good show: "Did I do something wrong?"