Chapter 640

Lin Cheng was surrounded by beauties, and his spirit pet was even feeding its master; while Holder was all alone, inexplicably pitiful. From that old face, peeking at the other side from time to time, one could see two words in his eyes: envy.

This made Miss Qianhui even more unhappy, especially when she saw Xiaohong and Valkyrie Ailin leaning toward Lin Cheng one after another; she was simply furious.

She could certainly use the same feeding method to attract Lin Cheng's attention, but she chose not to; this method was too low-level, and she disdained using such low-level means.

If she did what Valkyrie Ailin and Xiaohong did, wouldn't that prove she was no different from them? But what method could she use?~ She really couldn't think of one for a moment.

As time passed, Miss Qianhui felt like she was dying on the spot, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she got, given her hot temper.

"Come, Lin Cheng, try this fruit, this is a special-grade fruit cultivated by the Divine Tree."

"Mm, let me try, it's indeed very delicious, both crisp and sweet."

"Master, Master, this pastry is very sweet, I'll feed you, ah~"

"Ah... it is indeed very sweet, with the fragrance of malt."

"Yes, yes."

Ah ah ah... can't take it anymore.

"You two, don't go too far! I am the main wife!!!"

"I am the head of the family!"

In a fit of anger, Miss Qianhui stood up directly, pushed away Valkyrie Ailin, who was leaning her head on Lin Cheng's shoulder, and grabbed Xiaohong by the scruff of her neck, throwing her away helplessly.

Then Miss Qianhui sat down herself, hugged Lin Cheng, and snuggled into her lover's arms, revealing a satisfied, warm smile.

"Ah, this..."

Xiaohong immediately cursed.

"Holy crap, I have never seen such a shameless person!"

"Mm, mm."

As an elegant elf, Valkyrie Ailin naturally wouldn't use foul language like humans, but at this moment, she also nodded in agreement with Xiaohong, her eyes full of disdain.

Miss Qianhui's actions could be described as very shameless and selfish. How could they compromise here!

"Go!" Following Xiaohong's shout.

She and Valkyrie Ailin pounced on Miss Qianhui and Lin Cheng at the same time.

Below the stage, people were tense, exciting, and focused on recording inscriptions, while on the judges' bench, a tense and exciting family-version battle for Lin Cheng was taking place.

In such a public place, the final ownership of Lin Cheng was very necessary in the eyes of the three women. Even if Lin Cheng announced that Miss Qianhui was his lover, so what? Emperors and ministers still had three wives and four concubines, so what was wrong with them competing for a promising and talented Lin Cheng?

As long as Lin Cheng wasn't married yet, they still had a chance at the position of the main wife!

Some blacksmiths heard the source of the sound and curiously took a peek. Then, the gossip fire burning in their chests was like opening Pandora's box, completely out of control.

They really couldn't help it, looking up at the trivial matters of Master Lin Cheng's family on the stage, and then the inscription equipment on their own tables exploded directly.

With a *bang*, the sudden explosion was very loud and eye-catching on the competition field. Many blacksmiths were at a critical moment, and being startled like this, they all failed, their equipment exploded, and their faces were covered in black soot.

And the blacksmiths involved were still confused as to why their equipment exploded. After a long time, they realized what was going on.

Sure enough, curiosity ruins one's future. He would never watch the excitement again.

Don't look at some blacksmiths on the competition field who couldn't resist their curiosity and wanted to watch the gossip of Master Lin Cheng's family; those onlookers who came to watch the Inscription Recording Competition never expected to see the family affairs of Master Lin Cheng. This trip was worth it.

Two women and one spirit pet staged a three-woman fight for a husband, which was very satisfying for the onlookers. It was just that something was missing in their hands and mouths? Some popcorn and melon seeds were missing.

While watching the show, they were also truly envious.

Not to mention that after Xiaohong the spirit pet transformed, she was a top-tier spirit fox beauty. Her attraction to men was no less than a beautiful and deadly poison, full of those indescribable things between humans and beasts, which satisfied the common fantasies of men.

Let's talk about Valkyrie Ailin and Gong Miss Qianhui. The former was a rare elf beauty, not to mention her beauty and temperament. For thousands of years, countless nobles had longed to own an elf slave; things are valued for their rarity.

If it weren't for Lin Cheng's status, there would probably be quite a few people coveting her. But also because of Lin Cheng's status, those who coveted her could only bury their thoughts deep in their hearts; they didn't want to offend this new noble of the empire.

The latter, Gong Miss Qianhui, was herself a descendant of nobles, with the Gong family of the Imperial Capital standing behind her, and she was the person Lin Cheng publicly announced he would marry in the future. Her beauty and knowledge were probably just the basics; the noble status itself was extraordinary, and her union with Lin Cheng was a strong combination.

How could the men watching not be envious? Even possessing any one of them would be enough to make their ancestral graves smoke and let them brag for a lifetime, but Lin Cheng actually possessed three! A spirit pet, an elf, and a rich woman.

It was simply unreasonable!

On the competition field, because of Lin Cheng's family affairs, many blacksmiths were forced to fail at the critical moment of inscription recording. The reason, well, you know.

In order not to affect the progress of the competition, Holder slightly reminded Lin Cheng's family on the side. However, Valkyrie Ailin and Miss Qianhui still continued to fight for sovereignty over Lin Cheng.

"Ahem." Holder increased the volume of his cough.

This time, it was heard.

"Old man, are you sick?" Xiaohong turned her head and glanced, not caring much. "Nonsense, you should also stay further away, lest you infect my master."

"Uh..." President Holder almost couldn't catch his breath after being retorted by Xiaohong.

"Are all spirit pets nowadays like you, not respecting the old and loving the young?"

President Holder really wanted to ask, but he was afraid that when he asked, this spirit pet's age would be older than his.

This would be very awkward, so he chose to shut up.

Changing tactics, a meaningful gaze looked at Lin Cheng from time to time, hoping he would notice. Whether Lin Cheng noticed or not, Miss Qianhui noticed, and her sharp gaze immediately retorted.

"Old man, is your eyesight not very good? Peeking at us constantly, are you not respecting yourself as an elder?"

"Uh, I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

President Holder felt bitter in his heart, clutching his chest. Wasn't he just trying to remind Lin Cheng to pay attention to his personal and family image?

How did he get retorted twice in a row, wanting to cry but having no tears.

Fortunately, this elf seemed quite polite.

"I also suspect this old man has a problem, the way he looks at us is so straight... Lin Cheng, let me change seats with you." Valkyrie Ailin hesitated for a moment, but still took the initiative to suggest it to Lin Cheng.

"Alright then."

Lin Cheng looked at President Holder with a question mark on his face, his eyes full of incomprehension and doubt, and then changed seats with Valkyrie Ailin.

Big eyes staring at small eyes.

"President, could it be that you..."

"Could it be your head."

President Holder was so angry that his white beard trembled. If he hadn't tried hard to restrain himself, he probably would have vomited blood from anger.

Young people nowadays are really too impolite.

"Lin Cheng, pay attention to your image! You can't be as unruly as your family members."

"You're the one who's unruly, your whole family is unruly!"

Before Lin Cheng could answer, the three women retorted in unison.

Holder's eyes went dark, his head tilted, and he fainted from anger.

Lin Cheng was stunned. How could a perfectly fine person suddenly collapse?

"Damn, President, what's wrong with you?"

"Someone come! The President seems to be sick and has fainted."

"Elder Zhai, let your son come and take a look at the President."

President Holder fainted from an unknown illness and was urgently carried away by the son called by Elder Zhai, Physician Zhai, and others, and sent to the medical hall.

Lin Cheng was still at the scene, so the competition had to continue.

The chaos ended, and Lin Cheng announced that the competition would continue.

In just this short while, the things caused by the two big shots led many blacksmiths to look up and watch, causing their equipment recording to fail. Some blacksmiths even gave up the competition just to go up and pay attention to President Holder's health.

These people's results were naturally counted as failures without a doubt. It wasn't that Lin Cheng was heartless; the competition rules were just like that. Participants had to complete the most inscription recordings on the equipment within the specified time. The moment they chose to do other things midway and put down their tools, it was equivalent to giving up the competition.

Between legal principles and human principles, a choice must be made. Once human principles are chosen, the fairness of legal principles is inevitably lost...

Many people didn't understand. Shouldn't blacksmiths be united? Why didn't Lin Cheng give them another chance? Some people also expressed understanding; if they were given another chance to retry.

It would be unfair to those who were still competing.

The choice lies with oneself, whether to follow the rules or choose human feelings.

No matter what everyone thought, the fact was that nearly a third of the hundreds of people in the preliminary round were gone. When the preliminary round ended and all the statistical results came out, the highest inscription recording was actually eight-fold, surpassing Lin Cheng's record at the Blacksmith Guild. Although there was only one person, it proved that the other party's ability was extraordinary.

Although Lin Cheng didn't use his full strength at the time, this guy should be the champion if there were no accidents. When Lin Cheng looked over, the other party was still wearing a mask, looking arrogant and cocky. He didn't know who it was exactly.

Yo, quite cocky, huh.

Lin Cheng's inscription recording on the surface was only the seven-fold inscription recording of the Blacksmith Guild, but in reality, it had long since broken a hundred.

But he didn't say anything, letting others guess what his true strength had reached.

If an eighth-rank blacksmith whose level was really only seven-fold enchantment inscriptions could forge legendary spirit weapons, wouldn't that prove that a blacksmith who appeared in the competition with eight-fold enchantments could also become an eighth-rank blacksmith?

How could the assessment of a blacksmith's rank rely on a single item of enchantment inscriptions?

There was only one person with eight-fold inscription recording, but there were dozens with seven-fold inscription recording, and nearly a hundred with six-fold inscription recording. This data was much stronger than the Blacksmith Guild in the past, simply creating a new historical high.