Chapter 426 - Amazing (1/2)

Amazing!

That was the only thought that crossed Tang Wulin's mind as he gobbled down the rice and tendon. The plate of thousand-year land dragon tendon disappeared in a flash, along with six bowls of moonlight rice.

The chef, a wizened man in his fifties, had smiled happily as he watched Tang Wulin eat in the beginning, but by the end, his delight changed into astonishment. This kid really knows how to eat!

Though his servings were a far cry from their usual abundance, the moonlight rice and dragon tendons were much more nutritious than ordinary food. A single grain of moonlight rice would be enough to satisfy an ordinary person for a day. Tang Wulin still craved for more after six bowls.

Sensing Tang Wulin's blood essence growing stronger with each bite, the chef jokingly thought to himself that all of the food was being turned into blood essence.

A while later, after soup was served and Tang Wulin finished his seventh bowl of rice, he looked up at the chef. “Uncle, is there any more?”

The chef didn't know what kind of expression he should make. “You can even eat more than the President! There's nothing left.”

Tang Wulin put down his bowl with a whimper.

“You're really still hungry?”

“Yeah. My stomach is only a bit more than half full. Well, I'll be fine. But what is Uncle-master going to eat?”

The chef flashed Tang Wulin a thumbs up, then stood up and walked back to the small kitchen in the back. “Wait a bit.”

Meanwhile, Zhen Hua was busy pacing the floor in a different room as Tang Wulin had been stuffing his gut.

“Mu Chen, I can't believe you!” he shouted into his soul communicator the moment the call connected, his voice an octave higher than usual.

On the other end of the line, Mu Chen felt his heartbeat quicken. “Is something wrong? What's going on?”

Zhen Hua sneered. “You have the nerve to ask me that? Are you telling me you didn't deliberately send your disciple here to stir up some trouble?”

“Disciple?” Mu Chen's pitch rose as well. “Did you meet Wulin?”

“Who else could I be talking about?” Sarcasm dripped from Zhen Hua's words.

The line went silent.

“Say something! When did you pick up such an incredible kid?” Zhen Hua asked. The calm expression he had shown Tang Wulin was but a facade. It had taken all of his willpower from to hide the shock from his face. There was no way a Divine Blacksmith such as himself didn't understand the significance of a fourteen-year-old fifth-rank blacksmith.

Tang Wulin had a st.u.r.dy foundation, good wits, and a G.o.dly talent for blacksmithing. All of this Zhen Hua had discerned from Tang Wulin's handling of the cloud gold hammers.

Tang Wulin was destined to become the next generation's Divine Blacksmith! As long as he grew steadily, this was inevitable. Of course, that meant he had to become a t.i.tled Douluo. However, it was much easier for blacksmiths to become t.i.tled Douluos than for combat-oriented soul masters. They could simply use some heavenly treasures to boost them up to that level. Although this would result in an unstable foundation, they would still become a t.i.tled Douluo and have the necessary soul power for their path to a Divine Blacksmith.

Aware of these facts, Zhen Hua wasn't worried about Tang Wulin's growth as a soul master. He was one of the ten richest people on the continent. He had more than enough resources for the items necessary to nurture a prodigy like Tang Wulin. The sole issue so far had been finding one!

“Don't even think about it!” Mu Chen shouted back.

“Mu Chen,” Zhen Hua said gently.

Mu Chen's laugh was thick with sarcasm, voice coming out gruff from the other side of the line. “Don't bother. I already know all about your tricks.”

Zhen Hua chuckled. “Weren't we once fellow apprentices?”