Chapter 326: Heading to Star-Forging Town

Seeing the way Feng Cangqiong was desperately trying to prove that the Wind element wasn't just a survival profession.

Lin Mo couldn't help but laugh and said:

"Old Wind, don't rush."

"I understand what you mean."

"This is just the beginning of learning the Wind element, just entering the door."

Lin Mo soothed him.

"Skills are something that must be taken step by step."

"You will definitely comprehend offensive skills in the future."

Hearing Lin Mo's statement.

Feng Cangqiong's tense face finally relaxed.

He let out a long breath.

Since Lin Mo had said so much.

At the very least, it proved that this young man did not completely regard the Wind element as merely a means of survival and escape.

That was good.

With the Wind element in the hands of the future pillar of the Dragon Kingdom, there would finally be a day to restore its former glory.

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

"It's good that you have this thought."

"How about this."

Feng Cangqiong thought for a moment and spoke:

"The path of the Wind element."

"I have walked it for most of my life."

"From the low tier to the high tier, and now to the present."

"I have stepped into every pit that needed stepping, and detoured around every wrong turn that needed avoiding."

"If you have time, I will come to guide you."

Upon hearing these words.

Yan Lie, standing nearby, had his eyes widen until they were round.

Personal guidance from the Supreme Wind Mage!

One must know.

Old Wind was famous for being lazy.

Countless people, having exhausted every connection and offering endless wealth, begged Old Wind for even a little guidance.

Yet the vast majority couldn't even get a glimpse of him, let alone receive guidance.

And now.

Old Wind was actively telling Lin Mo that he wanted to actively give him guidance...

This treatment.

Yan Lie was truly envious.

Hearing this, Lin Mo smiled and said:

"Then I will trouble Old Wind."

After all, he was the top-tier Supreme Wind Mage; one shouldn't refuse such a gift.

Yan Lie sighed.

Truly, comparing people can make one angry.

Immediately after,

he glanced at the time; it was already nearly evening.

"Old Wind, there will be plenty of time for guidance later."

Yan Lie reminded him.

"Isn't Lin Mo still going to Star-Forging Town to forge that Forbidden-grade specialized weapon?"

"It's getting quite late; shouldn't we set off?"

Hearing Yan Lie's reminder.

Feng Cangqiong finally came to his senses.

He glanced at the watch on his wrist and slapped his forehead.

"Right, right, right!"

"I almost forgot the main business."

Feng Cangqiong nodded.

"Let's go."

"Star-Forging Town is just outside Tianshui City; it's a quick drive."

"Old Nie and that old rascal Guhe have already spoken with Mo Qianjun."

Feng Cangqiong smiled.

"Don't let that old fellow wait too long."

Yan Lie, standing nearby upon hearing these words, also showed a trace of anticipation.

"The big shot Mo Qianjun..."

"He is the number one blacksmith in our Dragon Kingdom... no, the entire Blue Star!"

Yan Lie chattered on without pause.

"In my whole life, I've never even seen True Person Mo!"

"Before, I wanted to ask him to forge a piece of equipment for me."

"But the man wouldn't even grant me an audience — just sent me straight on my way."

Yan Lie looked toward Lin Mo, his face full of emotion.

"This time, I really owe it to your good fortune, Lin Mo."

Looking at Yan Lie in such a state.

Lin Mo smiled.

"Then let's go."

……

At the same time.

Elsewhere.

Inside a hidden underground chamber.

The light was dim.

Only a single old incandescent lamp swayed overhead.

In the center of the underground chamber sat a battered wooden table.

Beside the table, five people were seated.

Just then.

A tall, broad-shouldered man reached up and yanked hard at his face.

His original Eastern face instantly became a Western one.

He tossed the skin onto the wooden table as he pleased.

"Fuck."

"Wearing this thing is damn suffocating."

A man beside him chuckled lightly:

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

The man named Augustine let out a snort of laughter:

"Got used to it?"

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

"Three years, then another three years, three years, then another three years!"

"When the hell will this ghost-life of being a spy ever end!"

"Fuck!"

The man irritably rolled his neck.

Hearing this, Samuel had no intention of continuing the topic, and turned his gaze to the three people across the table.

Seeing this, those three also tore off the props from their faces.

They revealed faces with distinctly South Asian features — and looked startlingly alike.

Augustine leaned back in his chair, rocking it as he looked at the three, and quipped:

"Got to say, you three Singh brothers really do look fucking alike."

Samuel cut him off and asked the three:

"Those two from the Great Cold Nation — they haven't arrived yet?"

"Not yet…"

The one who spoke was the eldest of the Singh brothers, Singh Raj from the Heavenly Bamboo Kingdom.

Samuel frowned, clearly a little displeased.

"These useless trash can't even stick to an assembly time — a bunch of good-for-nothing rice buckets."

Hearing Samuel's words.

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

"Normal."

"After all, those Great Cold Nation blokes have to spend half an hour drawing their eyeliner before going out."

Augustine mocked.

"Probably right now they're standing in front of the mirror, sighing over their glorious beauty~"

"Expect them to have any sense of time?"

"In the words of the Dragon Nation people, you might as well expect a sow to climb a tree."

Hearing this teasing.

The three Singh brothers laughed along awkwardly.

"Right, right…"

Then.

The eldest, Raj, asked carefully:

"Um… Lord Samuel."

"Lin Mo should be hiding at Jingda now, right? Jingda's defenses are so tight — how are we supposed to complete the mission?"

"Are we storming it?"

As his words fell.

Samuel glanced at him.

"Force-attack Capital University?"

"Is your head full of curry?"

Samuel let out a cold laugh.

Raj froze for a beat.

"Then what should we do…"

Samuel chuckled softly and analyzed:

"Don't you forget — in this round of the Myriad Nations Battlefield, Lin Mo got his hands on a Divine Forge Stone."

"The Dragon Nation's higher-ups will definitely use that Divine Forge Stone on Lin Mo."

"In all of Dragon Nation, there's only one place where gear-forging is the strongest."

"Starforge Town!"

Raj blurted it out instinctively.

"Exactly."

Samuel nodded.

"And in Starforge Town, the most formidable smith is that Mo Qianjun."

"If I'm guessing right."

"Lin Mo has very likely already set out on the road to Starforge Town."

Hearing this analysis.

The Singh brothers exchanged a look.

"Brilliant!"

Raj stuck up his thumb and started laying on the flattery thick.

"Truly worthy of you, Lord Samuel!"

"This intelligence-analysis ability — it's like you saw it with your own eyes!"

The second and third brothers hurried to pile on too.

"Yeah, yeah!"

"With Lord Augustus and Lord Samuel personally taking the field."

"This time Lin Mo is definitely as good as dead!"

Listening to the three of them flatter him.

Augustus, off to the side, rolled his eyes, his face full of disgust.

"Spare me."

"Do I need you lot to point that out?"

Augustus snorted coldly, his tone arrogant.

"With me and Samuel here."

"Two people who've mastered super-tier skills, going to kill a mere brat."

"He, Lin Mo, still thinks he can keep his life?"

"What kind of joke is that."

Samuel waved a hand, cutting him off.

"Enough."

"Cut the nonsense."

"Since those two wastes from the Great Cold Nation haven't arrived yet, then don't let them come here."

"Just send them straight to Starforge Town's outer perimeter to stand by."

At this point.

Samuel picked up the disguise mask on the table again and pressed it onto his face.

Augustus did the same.

The two men's faces once again turned into those of utterly ordinary Easterners.

"Let's go."

Samuel stood up, his voice ice-cold.

"To Starforge Town."