Chapter 640: Elf Spring

After finishing their meal, Lingyun brought Chen Jing and the others to the front of the blacksmith shop.

"Hey, kid, get in line!" A large man standing in front of the blacksmith shop glanced at Lingyun and his group, then spoke in a cold voice.

"Hello, please get in line." This time, it was two Dwarves guarding the entrance who spoke.

These two Dwarves wore armor with flowing silver light; one held a large axe in his hand, while the other held a large hammer. Judging from the aura emanating from them, both of their strengths had already reached the Holy Domain Peak. If one added the equipment they were wearing, even a Half-step Heaven Realm expert might not necessarily gain an advantage if the two of them joined forces.

Lingyun smiled slightly at the two Dwarves, flipped his hand, and a Token appeared in his palm. This Token was cast from black iron; on the front, a large hammer used for forging was carved, and on the back was a half-tilted wine cup.

Seeing the Token in Lingyun's hand, the two Dwarves' expressions shifted slightly, and a trace of respect appeared on their faces.

This Token was something Dewalin had personally handed to Lingyun before he left Luoxia Valley. Anyone who possessed this Token was undoubtedly someone who had done a great favor for the Dwarf Race; any Dwarf who saw this Token had to treat its owner with respect.

"Everyone, please—" The two Dwarf warriors bowed slightly to Lingyun, then stepped aside.

The large man standing at the very front was suddenly unconvinced. He asked the two Dwarf warriors guarding the door in a muffled voice: "Why can these three people skip the line? Could it be that Master Mohan's orders are no longer effective?"

The Dwarf warrior holding the large hammer glanced at the man and spoke coldly: "If you can obtain a Token like that, you won't have to wait in line either!"

"What exactly is that Token?" the large man asked somewhat cautiously.

"That Token is one that can only be issued with the consent of the Dwarf King and more than two-thirds of the Elders. Anyone holding this Token is a guest of the highest standard to our Dwarf Race," the Dwarf warrior holding the large hammer explained to the man.

"This, this..." A trace of sweat appeared on the large man's forehead. He was now secretly feeling fortunate that Lingyun hadn't done anything to him; otherwise, it was possible that the days he had spent waiting in line would have all been in vain.

"May I ask where Master Mohan is?"

After entering the blacksmith shop, Lingyun asked a Dwarf blacksmith.

"Master Mohan should be in the backyard discussing matters with several other Masters right now. It won't be easy for you, guest, to see the Master."

The Dwarf blacksmith responded to Lingyun, then skillfully pulled a red-hot iron ingot from the furnace and began to strike it with the large hammer in his hand.

"In the backyard?" Lingyun nodded slightly, then led Chen Jing and the others toward the direction of the backyard.

"Sorry, everyone, Master Mohan has given instructions that he is to discuss the restoration of that Sacred Gear with several Masters this afternoon, and he does not wish to see anyone." Several Dwarf warriors standing in front of the door bowed to Lingyun and his group and said.

"Lingyun, are you sure we can see Mohan?" Looking at the tightly closed door in front of them, Chen Jing asked with some doubt.

"Of course I am, I've prepared some good stuff!" Lingyun chuckled, and a small jar appeared in his hand.

Lingyun removed the lid from the jar, and wisps of rich wine aroma slowly drifted out from the jar.

Chen Jing twitched her nose, and a trace of surprise couldn't help but flash in her eyes: "Lingyun, what kind of wine is this? How come I've never seen you take it out before?"

"The name of this wine is Elf Spring, and it is brewed using some unique materials from the Morning Light Forest. This wine recipe was left behind in the Elf Race by someone a long time ago. I didn't expect that there would actually be someone in the Elf Race who could brew Elf Spring according to that recipe. However, this kind of wine is quite difficult to brew, and it has great benefits for the Elf Race, so I think the Elf Race rarely puts it up for auction," Lingyun said with a smile.

Immediately, Lingyun beckoned with his hand, and a gentle breeze blew from his side, blowing the wisps of wine aroma into the gaps of the door. Afterward, Lingyun covered the jar to prevent the fragrance of the Elf Spring from dissipating.

"Lingyun, is this useful?" Su Wanyue asked.

"Whether it's useful or not, you'll know if you look at them," Lingyun said, smiling and pointing at the several Dwarf warriors guarding the door.

Su Wanyue looked toward the direction of the Dwarf warriors and couldn't help but be startled. These Dwarf warriors were staring fixedly at the small jar in Lingyun's hand; wherever Lingyun moved the jar, their eyes followed. Saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths, almost reaching the ground.

"Elf Spring? Is it Elf Spring?"

Just at this moment, a high-pitched voice suddenly rang out from behind the door. The door was suddenly pushed open, and the door panel, carrying immense force, struck the several Dwarf warriors, sending them flying directly.

Lingyun narrowed his eyes. In front of him, a Dwarf about a meter tall had appeared out of nowhere. This Dwarf looked much more robust than the average Dwarf, and there were thick calluses on his hands, clearly formed from years of forging. A powerful aura emanated from this Dwarf, causing both Chen Jing and Su Wanyue to feel a chill in their hearts.

However, this Dwarf's gaze was fixed firmly on the wine jar in Lingyun's hand, and a trace of glistening saliva appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It really is Elf Spring, and it's century-old Elf Spring!" the Dwarf muttered to himself, his eyes filled entirely with the image of the jar in Lingyun's hand.

"Is this... Master Mohan?" Chen Jing and Su Wanyue looked at the Dwarf staring fixedly at the wine jar and couldn't help but look at each other. "It really is true that hearing of someone's reputation is not as good as meeting them in person!"

The several Dwarf warriors who had been knocked away by the door panel stood up, feeling somewhat dizzy. Upon seeing Mohan, their expressions turned solemn, and they quickly walked to the side to continue their guard duty, though their gazes would still occasionally drift toward the wine jar in Lingyun's hand.

"Master Mohan, what has happened to you?"

At this moment, a deep, resonant voice came from the backyard, and a tall man stepped out of the small courtyard.

"Hahahaha, old Moore, our luck this time is truly not bad; we actually have the fortune to see century-old Elf Spring!" Mohan said with a loud laugh to the person who had walked out.

"Century-old Elf Spring?" Hearing Mohan's words, Moore couldn't help but be greatly shocked, and he quickly walked to Mohan's side.

"Who is this?" Looking at Lingyun, who was holding the wine jar, Moore asked with some doubt.

"This is the guest who brought the good wine, and also a benefactor of our Dwarf Race," Mohan introduced to Moore.

"A benefactor of the Dwarf Race?" Hearing this, Moore's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch; these few words carried a lot of weight.

"Alright, don't just stand at the door; let's go inside and talk." Mohan excitedly grabbed Lingyun's hand and dragged him directly into the small courtyard.