Chapter 488 - Face Slapping! (1/2)

Tang Wulin shook his head. “Probably, but it wouldn't be good for me as a soul master to take a shortcut.”

Zhuo s.h.i.+ pressed his lips together, his expression stony. “Alright. But Wulin, just don't bite off more than you can chew. Especially when it comes to cultivation. I don't know who your uncle-master is, but you don't need to take his words too seriously. Blacksmithing is the hardest of the four main professions. The difference becomes even more apparent when you get to the later ranks. That's also why there's only one Divine Blacksmith in the world right now. You need to focus on establis.h.i.+ng a firm foundation. Don't put too much faith in the praise others give you. Understood?”

“Yes.” Tang Wulin dared not say anything more to Zhuo s.h.i.+'s displeased face.

Suddenly, a barking laugh sounded. “Zhuo s.h.i.+ you old fool! I have arrived!” In walked Feng Wuyu.

Tang Wulin wasted no time in standing up and bowing. “Teacher.”

Feng Wuyu waved him off. “You stinkin' brat! You should have visited me first when you got back instead of this nest for old codgers. What can a clueless fool like that teach you?”

A loud slam. Tang Wulin whipped his head to the direction of the sound, eyes widening at the small dent on the table top beneath Zhuo s.h.i.+'s palm. “You crazy b.a.s.t.a.r.d! You trying to start s.h.i.+t? How am I clueless? You better watch your mouth in front of my granddisciple. Don't you dare spite me or I'll kick your a.s.s out of here!”

Feng Wuyu snorted. “You don't need to bulls.h.i.+t with me. Tell me, do you know who Wulin's uncle-master is?”

Zhuo s.h.i.+ scowled. “How would I know who his uncle-master is? Probably just one of your senior brothers. Wait, do you even have any?”

“Nope. In fact, Wulin's uncle-master is a generation younger than us.”

“Then was I wrong? A talented kid like Wulin doesn't need excessive praise. I'll beat that guy's a.s.s if he's leading Wulin astray. Now enough with this farce. If you don't have anything important to say or do then leave. I'm losing my appet.i.te just looking at you,” Zhuo s.h.i.+ said, mouth twisted into a scowl.

Feng Wuyu smirked. “I'll leave when I want to leave. Right after I give you a good slap to the face. By the way, Wulin has another teacher too. His name's Mu Chen. You know of him, right?” He took a step forward, not even blinking in the face of Zhuo s.h.i.+'s irritation. “He was the President of the Eastsea Blacksmith's a.s.sociation branch and an eighth-rank Saint Blacksmith. He has a senior brother who is the uncle-master Wulin was talking about. Hmm. If I remember correctly, his name was Zhen Hua or something like that. Right, Wulin?”

Tang Wulin looked between his teacher, then to his grandteacher. He didn't dare utter a word.

“So what about this Zhen Hua, he's ju—” Zhuo s.h.i.+'s eyes went wide, his breathing ragged. Zhen Hua? Divine Blacksmith Zhen Hua? If it's that Zhen Hua, then who else could judge a blacksmith better than him?

Feng Wuyu patted his own cheeks, feeling for the upward tug of his lips, the muscles forming his cheeks. “Ooh! Now that feels good. How about your face, Old Zhuo? Does it hurt?”

“Screw off!” Zhuo s.h.i.+ shouted, sending a punch at Feng Wuyu.

Feng Wuyu chuckled, catching the fist in his hand effortlessly. The two began brawling on the spot, throwing punches back and forth.

Tang Wulin had long since backed away to a safer distance. But a child before them, he didn't dare intervene in a fight between t.i.tled Douluos. Even Shen Yi and Wu Zhangkong had retreated.

“Here we go again,” Shen Yi sighed. “I swear we can't go more than a week without them fighting.”

Wu Zhangkong beckoned Tang Wulin to his side. “They'll finish up soon enough. Get some exercise in the meantime. Take a walk. Just don't go too far and don't enter any forbidden areas.”

Tang Wulin turned to Wu Zhangkong, a pout on his lips, eyes with a dash of pitiful flavor. “But Teacher Wu, I'm not done eating yet.”