Douluo Continent: My plan to slay the gods has been exposed!

Chapter 75 Soul Guidance Device Academy

To be precise, it wasn't that Gengxin City was gone, but rather that he, as the president of the Blacksmith Association, was ousted, so he could only leave in disgrace with a group of loyal followers. Just then, Lou Gao learned about the recruitment information released by the Spirit Hall, and that's why he decided to come and try his luck.

"Hehe, this is really interesting. I've poured most of my life's energy into the association, and I never thought I'd be the first one to be kicked out."

Such a formidable person was kicked out?

This building is tall!

A true living legend in the forging industry, one of the three great master craftsmen, and no one dares to say that he is stronger than him in forging skills alone!

Lou Gao looked dejected and sighed repeatedly, but refused to continue, leaving the two completely bewildered.

"Regardless of what happened in the past, now that Senior Lou Gao has arrived, I believe you will accept the reward offered by the Spirit Hall," the little witch smiled slightly, her previous seriousness and indifference gone, and her eyes became lively.

"Then I'll take you to the Soul Tool Academy first. Elder Ju has been eagerly awaiting your arrival these past two days."

Lou Gao was unwilling to talk, so Ning Rongrong naturally wouldn't deliberately spoil his mood. Instead, she took the initiative to introduce some basic information about Wuhun City.

"First of all, fighting and brawling are strictly prohibited in Wuhun City. Even enemies and adversaries are not allowed. This is explicitly prohibited in the city's rules issued by His Holiness the Pope, unless you can afford the huge price of fighting."

Ning Rongrong glanced at Oscar, who was grinning foolishly and scratching his head, and found it both amusing and exasperating.

"Public facilities must not be damaged or stolen at will."

"Regardless of their status, anyone who damages or occupies another person's shop must be sent to the dungeon for three days to reflect on their actions, and then compensate for the damages."

There were only ten points in total. Ning Rongrong spoke casually, but the group of blacksmiths dared not be careless and memorized every word.

Although it may sound a bit complicated, these rules seem to bind the nobles and wealthy merchants the most. For these craftsmen who take orders and work on a daily basis, and who are sometimes a bit stubborn, these rules are actually a form of protection.

The group exchanged glances. Although they didn't know exactly what the Spirit Hall wanted them to do, staying here seemed alright.

"Is this really a rule established by the Spirit Hall?"

Even the tallest building gaped in disbelief. The Spirit Hall, which had always prioritized strength and focused on Soul Masters, was actually protecting the interests of merchants and commoners like them.

"There's nothing strange about that. The longer you stay here, the clearer you'll become of the truth," Ning Rongrong said with a smile. "This is Wuhun City, the place where His Holiness the Pope resides. To put it bluntly, nobles and royalty who come here are best advised to behave quietly and respectfully."

Having witnessed firsthand how nobles instigated their servants to beat commoners, only to be ruthlessly arrested and imprisoned by the law enforcement team, Ning Rongrong developed a level of security in the city that she herself could not have imagined.

No matter how arrogant and domineering they are on ordinary days, they must behave themselves here, even royalty.

Soon, this strange group came to a stop in the city, far from the commercial street.

"This, this is..."

A cluster of tall, silver-gray buildings sits surrounded by high walls. Most of the buildings are obelisk-shaped, somewhat similar to the Papal Palace, the symbol of Wuhun City, but with a completely different color scheme.

The simple, unadorned silver-gray color gleamed softly in the sunlight, just like the large characters "Soul Guidance Device Academy" hanging at the entrance.

Reserved, low-key, and mysterious.

At the gate, two squads of temple guards, clad in heavy armor, patrolled back and forth, their cold gazes sweeping over everyone until they saw the badge hanging on Ning Rongrong's chest, at which point the murderous intent in their eyes subsided slightly.

"Another duty team composed of Soul Emperors, led by a Soul Douluo."

After getting a slight sense of the opponent's strength, even Lou Gao felt a little nervous and could only stand uneasily to the side, looking at Ning Rongrong with pleading eyes.

"With my limited authority, I cannot take you in for the time being. Please wait a moment." Her small hand swept past the storage soul tool at her waist, and a soul tool resembling a black brick appeared in her hand. Ning Rongrong frowned and fiddled with it for a while, and a noisy sound immediately came from inside.

"Oh, my dear Rongrong, is something the matter?"

The voice was muffled and strange; if you could barely make it out, it did sound somewhat like the voice of that dead transvestite, Elder Ju.

Oscar's expression twitched slightly.

So just how deep is his girlfriend's entanglement with the Spirit Hall? Half a year ago, they were like mortal enemies in the Star Dou Great Forest, but now they're calling each other so affectionately.

If he hadn't known that the old man was acting strangely and was quite old, he would have felt a little jealous.

Moreover, this tiny thing can transmit sound over a distance?

Oscar's gaze fell on the large blackboard brick. He subconsciously scratched his head, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Rongrong, where did you find this treasure?"

"After His Holiness the Pope dismantled the mothership, we spent a lot of time replicating it, but overall, only the core of the soul power array is a bit troublesome; the rest of the principles are relatively simple," Ning Rongrong continued to explore the large blackboard brick, adjusting the signal reception range.

"Elder Ju, the person you are looking for has arrived."

She glanced at the towering figure standing uneasily, and at the group of burly, timid blacksmiths, then turned to look at the guards standing like iron towers at the entrance.

"Should I take them in?"

"Okay, come in, I'll let you in."

A green light shone from the black crystal on the pillar at the entrance. The two guards, who looked like door gods, raised their wrists to their ears. After hearing the prompt from inside, they stepped aside and watched Ning Rongrong walk in with light steps.

Behind her, Oscar, Lou Gao, and a group of tall blacksmiths followed her obsequiously. As they stepped into the building, a wave of scorching heat hit them, accompanied by the familiar sound of hammers striking iron felt, causing them to momentarily lose their senses, as if they had returned to the forging hut where they had been so engrossed in their work that they had forgotten to eat and sleep.

"Elder Ju has already given the order!"

"Guys, keep going! We need to make 120 iron billets today!"

"Try to be as accurate as possible; a huge difference in precision is unacceptable!"

"Damn it, we're supposed to be elite geniuses who can allocate soul power pathways, why do we still have to do manual labor every day?"

"Come on, you call yourself a genius? If it weren't for your slightly superior martial soul, you wouldn't even be here with a cultivation level of around level 30."

The moment the forging hammer struck, the sparks that burst forth were dazzling, and the unique and boisterous noise around them even moved these men, who hadn't properly handled iron blanks for almost half a year, to tears.

Ning Rongrong asked, somewhat puzzled, "Hello, sir, are you crying?"

"No, the sandstorm is a bit strong, it got in my eyes," the foreman blacksmith rubbed his eyes, looked around the empty room, and smiled awkwardly.

Oscar, Ning Rongrong: "."

"No, he was probably so stupid he cried."

Lou Gao, looking at the bustling work area ahead, clutched his chest in anguish. His tall, burly frame moved with the speed of a monkey, shouting, "Damn it! Who the hell is wasting such good stuff?!"

The young man, who was shirtless and forging iron, suddenly froze. He looked up and saw an old man with a muscular body staring at him fiercely, his eyes wide open like copper bells and his mouth gaping open like a man-eating monster!

"Do you even know the overlapping process? Do you know how to quench?"

"Who the hell taught you that refined iron is forged like this?!"

(End of this chapter)