Chapter 326: Heading to Zhuxing Town

Watching Feng Cangqiong's desperate attempt to prove that Wind wasn't just a survival class.

Lin Mo couldn't help but laugh.

"Wind Boss, take it easy."

"I understand what you mean."

"You've just started learning Wind, after all."

Lin Mo soothed him.

"Skills take time to develop step by step."

"You'll definitely master offensive techniques eventually."

Upon hearing Lin Mo's words,

Feng Cangqiong's tense expression finally relaxed.

He let out a long breath.

If Lin Mo said so,

then at least it proved this kid hadn't completely reduced Wind to a Taopao and escape tool.

Good.

The Wind class still had a chance to reclaim its glory in the hands of Dragon Nation's future anchor.

Feng Cangqiong looked at Lin Mo, a flicker of appreciation in his eyes.

"It's good you have this mindset."

"Then here's what I'll do."

Feng Cangqiong thought for a moment, then spoke:

"The path of Wind,

I've walked most of my life.

From beginner to high rank, all the way to now.

I've stepped in every pit, taken every detour."

"If you've got time, I'll give you some guidance."

The moment he said this,

Yan Lie's eyes widened in shock.

Personal instruction from the Supreme Wind Mage!

Yaozhidao.

Wind Boss was famously lazy.

Countless people had exhausted every connection, offered endless wealth, begging for even a word of advice from Wind Boss.

Most never even got to see him, let alone receive guidance.

And now,

Wind Boss was voluntarily offering to guide Lin Mo…

This treatment,

Yan Lie was truly envious.

Lin Mo smiled and said:

"Then I'll take you up on that, Wind Boss."

After all, he was the top-tier Supreme Wind Mage—why refuse free advice?

Yan Lie sighed.

People really did make others jealous.

Then,

he checked the time—it was nearly night.

"Wind Boss, there'll be plenty of time for guidance later."

Yan Lie reminded him.

"Lin Mo still needs to go to Zhuxing Town to forge that Forbidden-class exclusive weapon, right?"

"It's getting late. Shouldn't we head out?"

Hearing Yan Lie's reminder,

Feng Cangqiong finally snapped back to reality.

He glanced at his wristwatch, then slapped his forehead.

"Right, right!"

"I almost forgot the main task."

Feng Cangqiong nodded.

"Let's go."

"Zhuxing Town is just outside Tianshui City—driving there won't take long."

"Nie Lao and Guhe's old brat have already alerted Mo Qianjun."

Feng Cangqiong smiled.

"Don't keep that old man waiting too long."

Yan Lie, listening nearby, also showed a look of anticipation.

"Master Mo Qianjun…"

"He's not just Dragon Nation's—no, he's the entire Blue Planet's number one blacksmith!"

Yan Lie chattered on.

"I've never even met Master Mo in my life!"

"I once begged him to forge me a piece of gear."

"He wouldn't even show his face—just kicked me out."

Yan Lie looked at Lin Mo, full of emotion.

"This time, I really owe you, Lin Mo."

Watching Yan Lie's expression,

Lin Mo smiled.

"Then let's go."

…

Meanwhile,

on the other side,

inside a hidden basement,

the lighting was dim.

Only an old incandescent bulb swayed above.

In the center of the basement sat a worn wooden table.

Five men sat beside it.

At that moment,

a tall man reached up and tore at his face.

His original East Asian features instantly became Western.

He casually tossed the mask onto the table.

"Fuck."

"This thing is suffocating."

A man beside him chuckled.

"Augustine, after all this time, you still haven't gotten used to it?"

The man named Augustine sneered.

"Used to it?"

"Samuel, what are you talking about? How could I ever get used to it?"

"Three years, again and again—three years, again and again!"

"When will this damn spy life ever end?!"

"Fuck!"

The man irritably twisted his neck.

Samuel, hearing this, dropped the topic and turned to the three men across the table.

The three men, seeing this, also peeled off their disguises.

Their faces revealed distinct South Asian features—and they looked eerily identical.

Augustine leaned back in his chair, swinging it as he eyed the three, teasing:

"You Singh brothers really do look like triplets."

Samuel cut him off, turning to the three:

"Have the two from Dahanguo arrived yet?"

"Not yet…"

The one who spoke was the eldest of the Singh brothers, Singh Raj from the country of India.

Samuel frowned, clearly displeased.

"These useless wastes can't even show up on time—total good-for-nothing bums."

Hearing Samuel's words,

Augustine leaned back in his chair and let out a cold laugh.

"Normal."

"After all, those guys from Great Han Country spend half an hour applying eyeliner before stepping out."

Augustine sneered.

"They're probably staring into mirrors right now, marveling at their divine beauty~"

"You expect them to have any sense of punctuality?"

"In the words of the Dragon Nation, it's more likely a sow will climb a tree."

Hearing this mockery,

the Singh brothers forced awkward smiles.

"Exactly, exactly…"

Then,

the eldest, Raj, asked cautiously:

"Um… Lord Samuel."

"Lin Mo is probably hiding inside Jingda University, right? With its tight security, how do we complete the mission?"

"Should we launch a direct assault?"

His words fell silent.

Samuel glanced at him.

"Launch a direct assault on Jingda?"

"Is your head full of curry?"

Samuel sneered.

Raj froze.

"Then what do we do…?"

Samuel gave a light laugh and analyzed:

"Don't forget—this time, in the Ten Nations Arena, Lin Mo won a Divine Forging Stone."

"The Dragon Nation's high command will surely use that stone on Lin Mo."

"The only place in all of Dragon Nation with the strongest forging capabilities is one."

"Zhu Xing Town!"

Raj blurted out instinctively.

"Exactly."

Samuel nodded.

"And the most skilled blacksmith in Zhu Xing Town is Mo Qianjun."

"If I'm right,"

"Lin Mo is probably already on his way to Zhu Xing Town."

After hearing this analysis,

the Singh brothers exchanged glances.

"Brilliant!"

Raj raised his thumb and began wildly flattering.

"No wonder you're Lord Samuel!"

"Your intelligence analysis is like you've seen it with your own eyes!"

The second and third brothers quickly followed suit.

"Yes, yes!"

"With Lord Augustine and Lord Samuel personally taking action,"

"Lin Mo is definitely dead this time!"

Listening to their flattery,

Augustine rolled his eyes, his face filled with disgust.

"Obviously."

"Do you really need to point that out?"

Augustine snorted, his tone haughty.

"With me and Samuel here,"

"Two masters of high-tier skills going after a brat,"

"Does Lin Mo really think he can survive?"

"What a joke."

Samuel waved his hand, cutting him off.

"Enough."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Since those two useless Han Country fools haven't arrived yet, don't let them come here."

"Just have them wait at the outskirts of Zhu Xing Town."

Saying this,

Samuel picked up the disguise mask on the table and put it on.

Augustine did the same.

Their faces once again reverted to ordinary Eastern features.

"Let's go."

Samuel stood up, his voice icy.

"To Zhu Xing Town."