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Chapter 221 The Blacksmith Who Doesn't Belong to Any Group
God-Slaying Soul-Guided Artillery Shell.

Gula is quite interested in it and wants to find an opportunity to see if he can really kill a god, but he needs to plan for a few years before doing so, so there's no rush.

"Hey!"

Zheng Yiran's voice pulled him back to reality. Gula looked up at the girl with the Azure Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul. Today, she was wearing a tight leather outfit that perfectly showcased her graceful figure.

At this moment, she was staring intently at him with her gleaming green snake eyes, the way she lightly licked her lips was undeniably alluring. Unfortunately, she was too crazy; not Gula's type.

Gula raised an eyebrow: "The reward for Wu Siduo alone is not enough for me to help your whole group. I need a large amount of metal to manufacture mechs. The soul skill of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul is corrosive to metal. Ordinary blacksmiths cannot meet your requirements, right?"

Zheng Yiran stuck out her tongue and leaned forward, her cleavage barely concealed. "Can't you... make an exception?"

She then winked at Gula, "Don't be so formal, we're all classmates, can't we change the terms?"

The Bilin family is not as stable in its lineage as the Youming family. It is now only a medium-sized family, and its consumption of rare metals is also very high.

He casually tossed a piece of spirit-forged metal, which traced a beautiful arc in the air.

“Of course we can make an exception.” Gula suddenly stopped smiling, and the metal landed steadily in his palm. “We can settle it with contribution points.”

Zheng Yiran's expression instantly turned cold, her alluring gaze replaced by anger. "Ha!" she scoffed. "If I had enough contribution points, wouldn't I just go to the academy's warehouse and exchange them?"

"Then there's nothing we can do."

Gula shrugged, turning his gaze to the others. "You should all know that if your secondary profession level isn't high enough, you can't help me at all. So—" he deliberately dragged out his words, "either contribution points or rare metals, choose one."

He paused for a moment to make sure everyone's attention was focused: "However, I guarantee that at least one-fifth of the spirit alloys forged for you during your second year will achieve a fusion rate of over 90%."

"90%?!" Luo Guixing, who had been silent all along, suddenly looked up, his eyes widening behind his glasses. Everyone present knew perfectly well what this number meant in the forging world—it was a quality guarantee that could drive any Soul Master mad.

Gula looked at the shocked expressions on everyone's faces with satisfaction, and calmly stood up: "I'll give you three minutes to consider." As he walked to the window, a suppressed argument immediately erupted behind him.

Through the reflection in the glass, Gula saw Wu Siduo rapidly operating the communicator, clearly contacting the elders of the Netherworld Clan; Zheng Yiran was constantly taking out various metal samples from her storage ring and arranging them on the table for comparison; even the usually arrogant Luo Guixing joined the discussion, nodding in agreement from time to time.

When Gulamor counted to 178 seconds, footsteps came from behind.

Gula turned to look, and Wu Siduo handed her a black emblem engraved with the mark of the Netherworld Cat. Her pupils had completely transformed into the vertical pupils of a feline:
“Here are the black market codes for seven rare metals.” Her voice trembled slightly. “But I must witness you complete a spirit forging.”

Gula played with the raised patterns on the emblem, a symbol of friendship in the underworld, a trick of the great family.

"Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, forging room number three underground." A meaningful smile appeared on his lips. "I've given you special permission to bring recording equipment; I don't like repetitive performances."

He also plans to spread the word that he wants to purchase rare metals to improve his forging techniques.

There aren't many people in this world who can threaten him, and those who can are, to a greater or lesser extent, limited. Moreover, with Shrek Academy and the Spirit Pagoda protecting him, he can earn a large amount of rare metals before Shrek is attacked. "Alright, we'll definitely arrive on time."

Wu Siduo nodded seriously; she and Zheng Yiran had reached an agreement. Few blacksmiths were willing to sell highly integrated spirit alloys, and since they had obtained the consent of their families, they were determined to seize this opportunity.

Even Luo Guixing said that he would ask his family to help collect a batch of rare metals and hoped to get Gula's help.

Faced with the enthusiasm of the crowd, Gula accepted all comers. He dared to boast because one of his five clones was a master blacksmith, and the other four, though specializing in different areas, had all reached at least the level of a fifth-grade blacksmith through memory sharing. This level of productivity was more than enough to meet the needs of the entire class.

With that thought, Gula leaped onto the podium, his voice amplified by his soul power, echoing throughout the classroom: "Dear students!"

He looked around and said, “If any group of blacksmiths can’t supply enough, they can come to me anytime.”

He waved the metal sample in his hand, "Fair prices, honest and fair—as long as you contribute points or rare metals, I guarantee to meet everyone's needs!"

The classroom buzzed with discussion. Looking at the faces, some surprised, some doubtful, Gula knew his plan was halfway to success. Now, it was time to let these prodigies witness firsthand what true divine craftsmanship looked like!
Xie Xie leaned close to Tang Wulin's ear and whispered, "Gula is helping others with forging. Can he manage it all?"

Tang Wulin shook his head: "The others only need thousand-refined metal. With Gula's strength and unique clone soul skill, he should be able to meet the needs of the students in the class."

"However... Thousand Refinement doesn't improve his forging skills, so why should he help with forging? It can't be for contribution points, that would be too much of a waste of time."

Tang Wulin became a disciple of the Chaos World, so naturally he wouldn't lack rare metals. Recently, when he went to the Forging Association, he even met Feng Wuyu, the president of the Shrek Forging Association.

Although they were mortal enemies of the Chaotic World, Feng Wuyu was still willing to train Tang Wulin because he saw Tang Wulin's talent in forging, especially given that Tang Wulin's background was very clean.

This meant that Tang Wulin lacked contribution points and federal currency, but he never lacked rare metals to practice with.

A hint of doubt flashed in Gu Yue's eyes, but she was already used to it. Gula often did surprising things, and she was used to it.

Ye Xinglan seemed to be deep in thought, her gaze lingering on Gu Yue for a second.

She herself is a mecha builder, Xu Lizhi is a mecha repairman, and with Gula and Gu Yue, they have exactly four secondary professions.

This gave her a different perspective.

The following afternoon, Gula arrived at the No. 3 underground forging room two hours ahead of schedule.

The heavy metal door closed behind him. He took a deep breath, sensing the metallic and fire elemental aura permeating the air. This special forging room, located underground at Shrek Academy, had walls entirely made of deep silver capable of blocking mental detection—perfect for him.

"Come in, everyone," Gula said softly.

(End of this chapter)