Douluo Dragon King: Nine-Colored Lotus, Incinerating All Things

Even though President Mu Chen has a good temper, the consequences of offending him are quite serious.

"Today's situation is special. Even if the guild leader is unwilling to teach this little brother forging, he shouldn't blame me!"

After reassuring herself, Yun Xiaoling mustered her courage and pushed open the door to enter.

"President!"

Before she could even get a clear look at the forging room, Yun Xiaoling had already closed her eyes and bowed deeply.

"..."

Mu Chen's lips twitched as he looked at Yun Xiaoling, who was holding a child tightly in her arms and looked like she couldn't look directly at him.

As an eight-star master craftsman, Mu Chen is also an eight-ring Soul Douluo-level powerhouse.

When deciding to open the door, one naturally already knew who was knocking.

In reality, he had some doubts.

Yun Xiaoling certainly wasn't qualified to knock on his door.

However, considering that his daughter had a fairly good relationship with him, and that although she was usually carefree, she was also quite serious about her work, Mu Chen didn't hold it against her.

"Is this your brother? If you don't let go, I might have to sue you for intentional assault."

Mu Chen made a joke.

"what!"

Yun Xiaoling then remembered Lin Jin in her arms, and looked down awkwardly. Lin Jin's face had already turned purple.

He quickly put Lin Jin down, patted Lin Jin's chest repeatedly, and looked apologetic.

"I'm...I'm so sorry, little brother, I was in such a hurry, I..."

Lin Jin felt dizzy and gasped for fresh air. Then he was struck by a series of powerful blows and almost spat out blood.

He subconsciously took a few steps back, and just as he was about to say something, a barrier of soul power appeared, supporting his swaying body and blocking Yun Xiaoling's fierce palm.

"Your little brother is so skinny, are you going to kill him?"

Mu Chen helplessly rubbed his forehead and glared at Yun Xiaoling with annoyance.

Yun Xiaoling was extremely embarrassed, her face turning red.

Mu Chen was speechless. "Alright, tell me, what brings you here? You know, if you can't give me a proper answer, you'll have to go and accept your punishment."

Normally, that would result in immediate dismissal.

However, when Mu Chen used his soul power to support Lin Jin, he already noticed something unusual: level ten soul power!

Judging by his age, he is very likely... to have innate full soul power!

Furthermore, he had already sensed the faint burning sensation within Lin Jin's body.

Therefore, he only said he would accept the punishment.

Upon hearing about the punishment, Yun Xiaoling panicked, "No, President, how much is my salary...!"

"Hmm?" Mu Chen raised an eyebrow.

Yun Xiaoling's breath hitched, and she quickly said, "Yes, it's this little brother. He wants to learn forging from you. Oh, by the way, he has a fire-attribute martial soul and innate full soul power!"

Mu Chen's eyes narrowed; just as he suspected.

With innate full soul power and a fire-attribute martial soul, he is indeed a good prospect for learning forging and is qualified to take on disciples.

However, given his thin build, he must not be from a well-off family. Why would he know him and specifically ask to learn forging from him?

Mu Chen was puzzled, his eyes narrowed, and his thoughts were racing.

"Okay, I understand. You can go out now."

After thinking for a moment, Mu Chen said to Yun Xiaoling.

"Ah? Okay!" Yun Xiaoling was afraid of being penalized for her salary, so she didn't dare to stay any longer and turned to leave.

Mu Chen's voice suddenly rang out again, "By the way, what's his name?"

"Huh? I, I didn't ask..." Yun Xiaoling clenched her hands, her cheeks flushed, and she was a little flustered.

They brought me here without even asking my name?

Mu Chen almost laughed in anger. He glared at Yun Xiaoling and cursed, "Get lost."

"okay!"

boom!

After the forging room door closed, Mu Chen finally looked at Lin Jin seriously.

Too thin!

Extreme malnutrition.

In an instant, Mu Chen made a judgment.

As a master blacksmith, he places great importance on maintaining his physical health.

"Even if he is exceptionally talented, he would probably need to recuperate for a year or two before he can even begin forging..."

Mu Chen made his judgment, but there was no disappointment in his eyes.

As an eight-star master craftsman, he has accumulated so much wealth that he could squander it all even if he retired now.

Of course, there's a prerequisite: don't touch god-level mechs...

After a while.

Lin Jin finally recovered and looked at Mu Chen in front of him. He immediately bowed politely and said, "Greetings, President. My name is Lin Jin, and I come from Maple Forest Welfare Home."

Fenglin Welfare Home?

Mu Chen was taken aback, and his first thought was: Which force is this? I've never heard of it before.

Then, realizing what was happening, his expression changed.

The child in front of me was actually an orphan.

But since he came from an orphanage, how did you find out about him?

Without making a sound, Mu Chen picked up the soul-guided communicator and sent a message, carefully scrutinizing the boy in front of him.

Lin Jin seemed to know what Mu Chen was thinking and said, "When I was awakening my martial soul yesterday, I heard that the Spirit Master mention your name. I also heard that forging is the most profitable, so I came here."

He paused, then added, "I'm short of money, and Fenglin Welfare Home is also short of money."

The last sentence is serious.

After all, he had lived in the Maple Forest Welfare Home for several years, and if he had the ability, he would naturally want to give back.

Upon hearing this, Mu Chen remained silent for a moment.

Drip!

Just then, the soul-guided communicator sounded, transmitting a message.

Looking at the information about Lin Jin displayed on it, his doubts dissipated.

As for spirit mediums and such, he didn't bother to verify it.

A spirit master who goes to an orphanage to help with spirit awakening is not inherently bad. It's not incomprehensible that they would talk about forging in an orphanage that is short of money.

Moreover, which Soul Master wouldn't want to become a Battle Armor Master?

"Let me see your martial spirit," Mu Chen said.

Lin Jin nodded, stretched out his hand, and a crimson lotus bloomed.

Fire Element Lotus!

Mu Chen narrowed his eyes, feeling the warmth emanating from it, and his heart stirred.

This crimson lotus was even more intense than his martial soul, Radiant Sun!

In an instant, Mu Chen made a judgment—

Good prospect!

Chapter 6: A Born Level 3 Blacksmith! A Million-Dollar Meal!

"Can you show me?" Mu Chen asked.

Even though he had already decided that Lin Jin was a promising talent, he still wanted to see what abilities this martial soul possessed.

This is the caution a master blacksmith should have.

Understanding the characteristics of metals is essential for better forging.

“Yes, President.” Lin Jin had no reason to refuse.

Mu Chen thought for a moment, then got up and went to his forging table. He then took out a piece of heavy silver, about one foot square, from his storage bracelet.

This is the standard rare metal specification.

This piece of sunken silver weighs 300 kilograms and is worth around 200,000 federal dollars.

The price will be reduced to around 150,000 for internal purchases by the Blacksmiths Association.

"How about we calcine the metal?" Mu Chen cut out a corner, about one-twenty-seventh of it, and looked at Lin Jin.

Lin Jin nodded, "Okay."

He knew the wonderful uses of the Lotus Purification, but he had only awakened his Martial Soul yesterday and had not yet tested it.

Now that he has the opportunity, he naturally wants to see what level his lowest-level crimson lotus can purify.

Only after walking to the forging table and stepping onto the foot mat thoughtfully prepared by Mu Chen could he properly look down at the piece of heavy silver, about one cubic decimeter in size, on the forging table.

Take a deep breath, and the crimson lotus blooms once more.

With a thought from Lin Jin, the lotus flower left his hand and landed on the forging table, enveloping the piece of dark silver like a lotus seedpod.

No sound was made.

But Mu Chen's expression suddenly changed as he watched all this.