430 Your Snake Scales Are Trash (1/2)

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Sigh, his cultivation had not improved at all for half a year. It was not a good thing for him.

The competition in the main campus was more intense than what he had imagined, and the distribution of the resources was fairly straightforward.

In order to level up his Lightning Nebula to the third tier, he had to cultivate in the Three Step Tower.

The cultivation speed granted by the Little Loach Pendant was enough for Mo Fan to pass the accumulation period fairly quickly, but to have a breakthrough in his cultivation, he had to rely on external assistance from unique places like the Three Step Tower, which contained a high concentration of the Elemental Energy.

Only those ranked in the top fifty were allowed to cultivate in the Three Step Tower. He was currently ranked one hundredth, still a distance away from reaching his goal.

He also needed a week for his body to recover. Although he had cleared the challenges, there was no way he could challenge someone for the rest of the week...

”I should try and secure a higher rank in the second challenge week!” Mo Fan grabbed the can and emptied the cool cider into his throat after roughly setting his direction in mind.

The lingering effect from the burn was rather annoying. He kept feeling that something was burning in his body, giving him a dull pain. Drinking something icy did not necessarily make any difference, but it just felt so good!

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The fourth week every month was the second challenge week.

In the first challenge week, Mo Fan was forced to take on consecutive challenges, but half a month later, it was his time to climb the ranking.

The resources given by the school were quite generous. If he could not secure the highest possible rank, his cultivation would fall behind fairly quickly.

After feeling that he had fully recovered after a week's rest at home, Mo Fan recalled what Old Bao had mentioned and went to the Dongfang Oriental Tower with his beloved snake scales.

With the introductory letter in hand, Mo Fan went to the main hall of the Magic Association, and quickly located the armor forgemaster, Huo Tuo, who was rather famous inside the tower.

Huo Tuo was highly respected. He even had his own luxurious guest room in the Magic Association. Due to the height of the Magic Association's location in the Oriental Pearl Tower, one could easily capture the most beautiful moment of the Huangpu River through the French windows...

The two most authoritative Magic Associations in the country were the Magic Palace in the capital, Beijing, and the Dongfang Pearl Magicians. Therefore, someone with a guest room like this was definitely no ordinary person. It seemed like this Old Bao was indeed a reclusive expert!

”Hi, I'm Mr. Huo's disciple, Li Junnan,” said a young man in a neat attire politely.

”Oh, hello, I'm here for Mr. Huo. Is he in?” said Mo Fan as he glanced at the man with the shameless name.

{TL Note: Junnan means 'handsome man' in Chinese.}

”He is in, it's just that his temper isn't very good...” said Li Junnan softly.

”I understand, but Old Bao has told me that only Mr. Huo Tuo can handle the material I have, so I do hope you can tell him that,” Mo Fan said sternly and sincerely.

A constructor was usually an Earth Magician, while most of the forgemasters were Lightning and Fire Magicians. The rare bones, scales, and skin from demon beasts had a unique composition, which was impossible to break down with ordinary machinery. They had to rely on the forgemasters' special Fires to smelt them, or Lightning to conduct electrolysis...