Chapter 351: A Woman Three Years Older Brings Golden Bricks

At the edge of the Star Shatter Training Ground.

Wood shavings drifted down like snowflakes, blanketing the ground.

Jiang Yunshang and Han Shuang, the two top SS-rank female blacksmiths of Qianjun Pavilion.

Both stood with slightly parted lips, staring at the tall, slender back in the arena, unable to snap out of their daze.

Only when a light breeze stirred their skirts did they stir.

Han Shuang jolted back to reality.

“S…Sister…”

“Is this the legendary genius you always brag about—the one who crushes an entire era?”

Jiang Yunshang took a deep breath.

She let out a bitter laugh and shook her head.

“Crush an entire era?”

“No.”

“This isn’t just crushing one era—it’s crushing dozens of generations before, and even the geniuses of the next few hundred years.”

Jiang Yunshang stared at Lin Mo in the arena.

She had seen countless prodigies.

Every one who came to Qianjun Pavilion for top-tier equipment wasn’t from a top-tier academy?

Wasn’t each one a core member of a famed grand guild?

She’d seen too many.

Too many prodigies had pursued her.

But compared to this boy in the arena,

Jiang Yunshang felt the so-called geniuses she’d met before were nothing but…

“Unbelievable…”

Han Shuang murmured.

“Sister, you told me yesterday even Chairman Yan couldn’t cut through those stakes.”

“Yet Lin Mo just used one AoE skill—and shattered them all… in waves…”

As she said this,

Han Shuang turned her head, a sly smile curling at her lips.

“Hey, Sister.”

“Aren’t you the one who always swore you’d only date a man who crushes an entire era?”

Han Shuang winked.

“Well?”

“Isn’t he standing right in front of you?”

“So?”

“Hasn’t your heart started racing yet?”

Hearing Han Shuang’s teasing,

Jiang Yunshang flushed crimson.

“You little brat!”

“What nonsense are you spouting?!”

She shot Han Shuang a glare.

Though she scolded aloud,

her gaze involuntarily drifted back toward Lin Mo.

Her eyes dimmed, tinged with self-doubt.

“Stop joking.”

“He crushes millennia—not just one era.”

Jiang Yunshang sighed.

“What am I?”

“Just a lowly blacksmith…”

“Besides…”

Jiang Yunshang bit her red lip, her voice growing faint.

“He’s barely eighteen.”

“I—I—I’m already twenty-five!”

Watching her sister’s clearly flustered state,

Han Shuang shrugged dismissively.

“Pfft!”

“So what if you’re older?”

“There’s a saying: A woman three years older brings golden bricks.”

“You’re not just getting two golden bricks—you’ve got an extra gold bar too. How auspicious!”

Han Shuang retorted firmly:

“Besides,”

“We’re SS-rank blacksmiths of Qianjun Pavilion!”

“Wherever we go, doesn’t every guild boss treat us with respect?”

“Why would we be unworthy?”

“These young boys today might actually prefer a mature, composed, cultured woman like you!”

Han Shuang grew more excited.

“Sister, if you’re too shy to act, I’ll go ask him for his WeChat later?”

“You little brat!”

“Shut up right now!”

Jiang Yunshang quickly covered Han Shuang’s mouth, afraid the Master or Feng Lao up front might hear.

Han Shuang mumbled two muffled sounds before falling silent.

Jiang Yunshang released her hand.

Her gaze returned to Lin Mo’s tall figure.

A shaft of sunlight fell across the boy’s cheek.

Her eyes grew hazy.

Her heartbeat skipped half a beat.

…

At that moment,

beside the broken stakes,

Xiao Li stared fixedly at the smooth cut surfaces.

“This…”

“How is this possible?”

Xiao Li’s voice trembled with disbelief.

“This is truly just a high-level wind skill he just awakened last night?”

Lu Mingzhang let out a wry smile.

“Brother.”

“Why else would the Five Elders personally receive him? Why else would they grant him the title of National Dragon Envoy?”

“Why else would he be our nation’s future anchor?”

“This is fate.”

“What we can’t comprehend as talent is as simple to him as eating and drinking.”

Just then,

Yan Lie strode confidently into the arena.

As he walked toward Lin Mo, he called out to Xiao Li and Lu Mingzhang:

“Well, Masters? What do you think?”

“Does our Chairman Lin’s ‘scraping’ skill meet your standards?”

Yan Lie kicked at the scattered broken logs with his toe.

“Tsk tsk tsk.”

“Who was it again who claimed Lin Mo’s skill couldn’t even scratch the surface of the stakes?”

Yan Lie sneered.

“And now?”

“The stakes are shattered.”

“Masters, does your face hurt yet?”

Being openly mocked by Yan Lie with such brutal disregard.

Xiao Li and Lu Mingzhang’s faces instantly flushed red.

They stood up and turned around.

Xiao Li forced a nervous laugh, trying to save face.

“Chairman Yan, your words are too harsh.”

“We’ve never questioned Chairman Lin’s strength.”

Xiao Li added earnestly:

“Chairman Lin’s technique, Storm of the Shattered Sky, is indeed astonishing—we’ve all been deeply impressed.”

“But…”

Xiao Li shifted his tone.

“What we just discussed was the direction of improvement.”

“Master Wind’s signature high-level skill, ‘Sky-Splitting Wind Blade,’ is universally recognized as the ultimate single-target wind high-level technique.”

“If Chairman Lin could align his improvement direction toward Master Wind’s ultimate single-target approach…”

Xiao Li stated with absolute certainty:

“The power might be ten times greater than it is now!”

His words fell silent.

Yan Lie paused, then burst into loud laughter:

“Hahahaha!”

“Why the rush?”

“Our Chairman Lin masters a high-level skill every single day.”

“What’s one ultimate single-target wind high-level skill? He’ll have it tomorrow—just wait.”

“Do you even understand what it means to be a Five-Element Law King?”

When Yan Lie finished speaking,

Xiao Li and Lu Mingzhang both froze.

A high-level skill every day?

Is that even real?

No way.

But then the two reconsidered.

It actually made sense.

How long has it been since Lin Mo changed his vocation?

He’s already a Five-Element Law King, and he’s amassed a considerable number of high-level skills.

Looking at it this way,

Lin Mo probably has more than one high-level skill per element—each element likely has two or three…

Too terrifying…