Chapter 69: Being a Dad
Translator: Mango Juice Editor: Chrissy
Blake rolled up his sleepy eyelids to look at Qian Jin. “No one is scrambling for those books with you. You have plenty of time to read them afterwards. Now, your obligation is to become a Forge Master; you need to turn this One Hundred Years Aged Ice-iron into purified iron, then forge it in accordance with what you learned from Illustration of Zhanmadao Forging.”
Qian Jin picked a piece of the One Hundred Years Aged Ice-iron and threw it into the fireplace. After a while, he discovered that it was worthy of the name One Hundred Years Aged Ice-iron; it couldn’t turned burnt hot even with strong fire.
Qian Jin didn’t know the right charcoal to use; after all, there were limited varieties of coal in the yard. The only way for him was to exhaust all his strength to pull the bellow.
The bellow being pulled in and out gave out continuous clattering sound. Qian Jin, after using up all his Level 9 warrior energy, eventually heated this freezing cold piece of One Hundred Years Aged Ice-iron.
Picking up the One Hundred Years Aged Ice-iron piece using an iron pincer, Qian Jin couldn’t help whispering that no wonder numerous warrior students couldn’t surpass the Level 9 Warrior bottleneck.
Given the past days' exercises, he could have broken through the Level 9 Warrior and arrive at Level 10, however, his Level 9 Warrior strength seemed to be a bottomless pit which couldn’t be reached, and no sign of making a breakthrough had been shown. It was no wonder that being a Level 9 Warrior was deemed as “the threshold from hell to heaven for the warriors”!
Here were countless warriors who only became Level 9 Warriors upon their death! Qian Jin read in more than one book the grievances of some Level 9 Warriors who remained melancholic in their lingering time about not having become a Level 10 Warrior while exhausting their lifetime strength.
“What if I can make the breakthrough and become a Level 10 Warrior?”
Qian Jin waved his hammer on the One Hundred Years Aged Ice-iron, producing a crisp crashing of the metal along with a strong impact, which instantly wakened him up.
The heated red piece of One Hundred Years Aged Ice-iron turned cold again without his notice. Qian Jin's hammering ended up in vain.
Blake inhaled from his pipe and leisurely said, “The One Hundred Years Aged Ice-iron will turn to its original state if it isn't struck after five seconds of being picked up from the fire.”
“Why didn't you tell me earlier...” Qian Jin felt a headache about Blake's instruction of purposefully having him make mistakes before correcting him. He continued engaging in his fire and bellow. The day was still long, and he could practice hammering for some time even if he might not succeed in forging a Warrior Weapon.
The blacksmith’s yard was once again filled with dull and intermittent sound of iron forging while Blake went on lolling in his corner smoking pipe. Looking into Blake’s eyes, Qian Jin felt that this old man had kept much more secrets than him.
“Attention player Qian Jin, you have used up your time today, please get ready to go offline.”
The system wizard’s voice rang again. Qian Jin closed his eyes to avert his gaze from the distorted scene for fear that it might feel like the doomsday had arrived.
In the early morning, Qian Jin stretched himself, tied up the hat under the bed, and shook Rollin, who was still sleeping. “Hurry and get up, it’s time for the morning exercise…”
“Allow me to sleep for a little while…” Rollin pulled up the quilt over his head and murmured, “I dreamed of having sex with the school beauty…”
“Oh really?” Qian Jin curled his lips at the snoozing Rollin, feeling desperately aggrieved about the coming evening. Later on, he would be tortured by Blake to practice forging, but as for his partner, he could spread on the bed while dreaming about adolescent affairs.
“Listen to me…” Qian Jin bent over and said to Rollin in a tempting voice, “This beauty took off her upper garment, showing out her fair skin… She then threw away the brassiere… Oh look at her ivory boobies...”
Grunting sound produced by swallowing saliva and the wriggling larynx came from Rollin's bed, as if he was diametrically excited in his dream.
“Look who is that holding a long long leather whip? Oh! That's Instructor Rodriguez who came to beat you slob on the ass...”
“Ouch!” Rollin screeched and jumped high from the bed. Observing Rollin's jumping ability, Qian Jin deeply questioned whether this fat boy had the potential of becoming a great warrior? Or else how could he jump so high?
Rollin looked at Qian Jin with a pale face, his eyes filled with melancholy. If he could beat Qian Jin, he would have already pounced at him, devouring him with his two hundred pounds figure.
“You know, seducing others to a nightmare will easily lead to impotence. ” Rollin put on his clothes fast and muttered, “I was almost, almost about to get into that beauty...”
Qian Jin leaned by the wall. “You'd better change your target to another girl.”
“What's wrong with her? She has both a pretty face and hot body.” Rollin spat hard out of the window. “When school breaks, I will ask my father to propose a marriage to her family! I will marry her during this vacation! And I will push her onto the bed...”
“How old are you...”
“I'm not young.” Rollin twisted his fat upper body and went shoulder by shoulder with Qian Jin. “When my father was at my age, I had already come to this world.”
Qian Jin shrugged his shoulder, agreeing with what Rollin said. No matter for Zence Empire household or the previous Imperial Royals and the Demons, getting married and raising babies was nothing unusual for the boys. If he passed the primary awakening in the test for Elf King Bloodlines, he might also be about to become a dad by now.
Become a dad? Qian Jin lightly quivered and thought of that delicate pretty face as well as the obstinate look in her eyes.
All mage and warrior academies adore the strong forever. Those who won their respect were the powerful generals who go down in history. In reality, they were naturally captured by the strong people around them.
Qian Jin showed off in front of almost all schoolmates several days ago! He had been set as a goal for nearly all Warrior Apprentices, and those students of Grade Two weren't challenged by anyone anymore because of Qian Jin’s feat of punching that senior male student that night.
Nearly all students acknowledged that Qian Jin was the number one student of Warrior Major of Grade One, and some even deemed him as the real strongest fighter of the whole major! Even a warrior student from Grade Three was not likely to defeat him.
“Qian Jin...”
“Look, that's Qian Jin.”
“The strongest fighter, and the only one who has the potential to change other academies' attitudes towards us in the future.”
For the following couple of days, Qian Jin got used to people surrounding him and murmuring about him. He looked over these people and fixed his eyes on someplace behind the crowd.
Having struggled for life under the hazardous environment in the Western Mountain forest for so many days, Qian Jin turned highly sensitive of any offensive look. Even the special care coming from the strangers would incite his vigilance.