Chapter 508 The Divine Craftsman's Tower.
"Honorable Miss, what do you think of this? This is a treasure that money can't buy!"
Ning Rongrong's powerful purchasing power at the free market instantly attracted the attention of many people.
Just now, a vendor stopped in front of Ning Rongrong and Xuan Mo, holding a crystal-like epiphyllum flower in his hands, shimmering and looking quite elegant.
"This thing is beautiful, it would be nice to make jewelry." Xuan Mo rubbed his chin and gave his opinion.
But he had barely finished speaking when Ning Rongrong, who had taken the crystal epiphyllum flower from his hand, gave him a slight glance. Seeing this, Xuan Mo immediately made a zipping motion, after all, speaking in front of an appraisal master was a bit presumptuous. Ning Rongrong withdrew her gaze from Xuan Mo, gently pinched the crystal epiphyllum flower with her fingers, then her eyes instantly turned cold, and she threw it back to the vendor, "Worthless."
At the same time, she whispered in Xuan Mo's ear.
"That's made of glass. Even if it were real crystal, with its crude craftsmanship, I wouldn't even consider it!"
With that, she tossed her hair in the sunlight, her gaze sweeping across the entire free market. Xuan Mo was utterly ashamed of himself.
"Go back! Take what you need!"
Ning Rongrong waved to Xuan Mo behind her, her gesture swift and decisive. "It seems this free market does have some good things, but there are still too few."
"This is already pretty good." Xuan Mo picked up the last item he bought, a piece of unusually messy sheet metal, examined it closely, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. Then he stuffed it into his storage soul tool. "It's just a free market."
At this moment, Ning Rongrong gently pinched her lips and leaned back on Xuanmo's shoulder, saying, "Although I don't know the details or uses of these things, based on my sense of these treasures, I've really gotten a great deal from Gengxin City this time..."
"It's almost done here. I wonder how Third Brother and the others are doing with finding a blacksmith? After all, the Spirit Hall has plans for this city, so it might be difficult for them..."
Faced with Ning Rongrong's slight worry, Xuanmo relaxed her brows. "It's alright. Besides, even if they can't find a blacksmith, it's fine. Third Brother has decided to combine soul tools and hidden weapons, so a soul tool manufacturer is sufficient. Right now, Third Brother is looking for a blacksmith simply to add high-end talent to the Tang Sect, or to forge those peerless hidden weapons that are difficult to combine with soul tools. There's still time for all of that."
Reassured by Xuanmo, Ning Rongrong felt at ease. "Then, let's meet up with Third Brother and the others."
"No rush." Xuan Mo slowly shook his head, then pointed in a direction. "I was in the market just now, and I heard someone buying something from Lou Gao, the president of the Gengxin City Blacksmith Association. He's got quite a reputation. Should we go take a look?"
"Lou Gao, the Divine Craftsman… I think I've heard my father mention that name." Ning Rongrong thought for a moment. "But if Lou Gao's reputation is so great, why would he be selling it on the street? This kind of thing is probably fake."
"Whether it's real or fake, we'll find out by going to see. After all, anyone who dares to use Lou Gao's name must have his permission."
"That makes sense. Let's go take a look."
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. "Is this armor being sold under the name of Lou Gao, the Divine Craftsman?" Ning Rongrong looked at the armor pieces scattered on the ground, then glanced at the middle-aged man slumped on the ground.
Immediately, her eyes revealed disdain, "Trash, both this armor and this person are trash."
At this moment, Xuan Mo also squatted down, picked up a piece of armor, and gently squeezed it in his palm... "Crack!"
The piece of armor instantly turned into powder, which then fell from his palm. "That's it? Armor crafted by the esteemed Lou Gao Divine Craftsman, and this is the level? This armor is all show and no substance; you're just putting up a false front."
Hearing Xuan Mo and Ning Rongrong's words, the middle-aged man's already pale face darkened further. Looking at his trembling body, it was as if he had recalled something.
At the same time, the onlookers nearby also chimed in.
"Hey, isn't that just a case of false advertising? A burly old man and a young man and two men just exposed them. Master Silong also came by later; apparently, they only dared to use the name of Master Craftsman Lou Gao because of their relatives."
"Hahaha! Exactly..."
At this moment, Xuan Mo and Ning Rongrong were slightly moved after hearing the whispers of the people around them. They didn't pay any attention to what they said afterward.
But when they heard that the burly old man and the young man and two men had arrived, Xuan Mo and Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.
"Mo, do you think they might be Third Brother and the others?"
"Very likely." Hearing Ning Rongrong's words, Xuan Mo didn't hesitate at all, and then said, "And it's even more likely that Senior Titan has taken Third Brother and the others to find Master Craftsman Lou Gao."
"Then what should we do now..."
"Let's go to the Blacksmith Association headquarters."
Blacksmith Association headquarters, fifth floor.
"Boy, are you a sect leader or just a businessman? So, you're saying you absolutely refuse to hand over the Zhuge Crossbow and the long-lost method of manufacturing soul tools to me? What if I offer something in exchange?"
An old man pressed his hands on the workbench, staring intently at the young man before him, his eyes practically spitting fire!
"Sorry, I can't exchange them."
The young man smiled calmly. "Besides, didn't I tell you? The one who manufactures these soul tools, the one who knows the method of their creation, isn't me at all."
"Are you trying to fool me?!" Lou Gao roared. "You don't even know what I'm prepared to offer in exchange, yet you're so sure you won't exchange them?"
"Senior Lou Gao, I won't exchange them for anything."
The young man looked at the old man before him—or rather, the master craftsman Lou Gao—and nodded calmly. "And as I've said before, both hidden weapons and soul tools are closely guarded secrets."
Lou Gao couldn't hold back any longer. "Bang!"
He slammed his hand on the workbench, producing a muffled thud that echoed throughout every corner of the blacksmith's guild.
"Kid, you..."
Just then, before he could finish speaking, someone suddenly reported, "Guild Master, someone wants to come up. He says he wants to see Tang San..."
Lou Gao, still furious, paid no attention to any of this, waving his hand dismissively, "Tell him to get lost! I don't welcome anyone right now!"
"Wait."
At this moment, the young man in front of Lou Gao suddenly spoke, a slight smile playing on his lips, "I think he's here to see me..."
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