603. Rivalry (1)

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

Cheng Mobai looked at the smelting furnace on the high platform, and gave a cold hum, saying with a tone full of contempt, “Look at the smelting furnace used by this guy. It’s dark and dirty. I don’t know how long it hasn’t been washed. How can he even take it out?”

Dongfang Ling rolled her eyes to the sky, then looked at Cheng MoBai, and explained, “Uncle Cheng, the smelting furnace is not something common. It was made by master Shan Ming, a master refiner three thousand years ago, forged with large dark steel. It ranks the 36th place of all refining furnaces of the mainland. Really something good.”

All of a sudden, Cheng’s eyes lit up. Those that could get a rank on the list are all something awesome. However, Cheng never expected that such a broken furnace could be on the list. It’s like casting pearls before swine in that old man’s hand! With this furnace, maybe I could have already made divine magic weapons!” said Cheng Mobai with great excitement.

“Is that so? So this furnace is really something good. Only I deserve such good stuff!”

Dongfang Ling, “…” A thick regretful feeling welled up in her heart. At the moment, Dongfang Ling only had one thought in mind: why would I talk so much? Is this old really thinking of getting that furnace?

Mo Fei helplessly rolled his eyes, thinking: the old man’s face changes really fast!

Dongfang Ling took a deep breath and tried to calm her mind, then said with difficulty, “Uncle Cheng, Uncle w.a.n.g has taken this smelting furnace as his treasure. It may not be easy for you to ask it from him.”

Cheng Mobai slightly snorted, “Surname w.a.n.g’s so lucky! Why couldn’t I be that lucky? No! I have to grab it from him!”

Dongfang Ling, “…”

“Uncle, better to get rid of an enmity than keep it alive. Drop that idea. Later, I will ask the warehouse to pick a better one for you.” Dongfang Ling tried to persuade him after taking a deep breath.

Cheng Mobai was a little suspicious, “Is there a better one in our sect than this one?”

“Of course!” Dongfang Ling answered reasonably, then thought to herself: The quality may be no better, but should be more prettier. Anyway, Cheng Mobai is ignorant. A beautiful one could fool him.

Cheng Mobai smiled lightly and said, “Girl, I am joking! Who am I? I am the one who is going to make divine magic weapons. Would a man like me covet a furnace of someone else’s?”

Dongfang Ling gave him a strange look. Cheng Mobai, with his hands held behind, was acting like a gentleman.

“I didn’t expect Elder w.a.n.g would refine magic weapons in public! Even Elder Cheng is here!”

“The level of master w.a.n.g’s refining skills is so high that even Master Cheng has to come and appreciate it!”

“Elder Cheng has wasted so many materials over the years, but achieved nothing at all. I think he is also anxious.”

“Elder w.a.n.g is really good. It’s he who made most of the advanced magic weapons of the sect.”

“…”

A few disciples talked in whispers, which came into the ears of Mo Fei. Mo Fei looked at Cheng Mobai’s face sinking little by little, feeling a bit cold in the heart.

Cheng Mobai looked at the high stage, gave a light snort, “Hum, come on, still hasn’t come? Later if that old man fails, I would like to see how he explains!”

Dongfang Ling, “…”

“Senior brother Cheng, don’t worry. Although I can’t refine divine magic weapons like you, with my ability, I can still refine some advanced ones.” w.a.n.g Weixing’s majestic voice sounded by the crowd’s ears.

Cheng Mobai held out his chest and was full of pride, “Junior brother, it’s good that you are so clearly aware of the huge gap between us. After all, advanced magic weapons are nothing at all compared with divine ones.”

Mo Fei, “…”

Zheng Xuan turned his face sideways. Cheng Mobai did not feel ashamed, but even he blushed for him. Really a true master! So thick-skinned!

w.a.n.g Weixing looked at Cheng Mobai coolly, and said, “I wonder where the divine magic weapon you forged?”

Cheng Mobai held his head high and said, “What’s so urgent? I’m still working on it. Be patient!”

Mo Fei, “…”

w.a.n.g Weixing sighed and said, “Senior brother! Our s.h.i.+fu once said that if you aim too high, you’ll never achieve anything. You’d better start from the low-level ones.”