Principal Fick’s smiling expression was utterly foxy, his eyes full of appreciation as he regarded Qian Jin. He thought to himself, this young man not only possessed considerable strength but also a remarkably clear mind; he would strike directly against those he could defeat, but when facing a difficult opponent, he immediately utilized anything available to threaten and compel the other party into submission.

Rodriguez was so thrilled his teeth nearly fell out. The matter of Battle Aura was such that the higher one cultivated, the more difficult progress became; many people spent a year without achieving even a single level advancement. Yet, among the top ten third-years, only two possessed Level Six Battle Aura, and Qian Jin was only in his first year!

Invincible! Rodriguez was ecstatic. The strength Qian Jin displayed today was not just unbeatable among first-year Warriors; perhaps among all the students in the entire academy, he deserved to be called invincible! Well, perhaps in terms of Battle Aura endurance, he couldn't surpass the two ranked higher among the third-years… yes! That must be it…

The two second-year Warriors who had been beaten the previous night watched Qian Jin from a distance, their faces ashen, swallowing hard. They had hoped the top ten of their own year could help them get revenge, but now it seemed even joining the fray would only result in them getting beaten. The raw power Qian Jin exhibited when fighting all out was simply too overwhelming.

“Alright, alright! That’s enough commotion!” Principal Fick clapped his hands forcefully and roared, “Get moving with your laps! Unless you don’t want breakfast.”

The surrounding crowd began lining up to start their run. Qian Jin and Rollin ran their laps somewhat isolated; the recent fight had instilled a nascent fear in everyone, making them instinctively want to keep a slight distance from him.

“Huh?” Qian Jin noticed with surprise that Zhu Lisi, who had been so arrogant the night before, was looking at the timid Biluo with an expression full of dread!

Zhu Lisi was afraid of Biluo? Qian Jin scratched his head, utterly perplexed. What was going on? It was truly too strange.

Biluo, seated in the corner, was doing as usual, quietly closing her eyes and concentrating on her meditation.

After breakfast, as Qian Jin stepped out of the dining hall, he immediately saw Teacher Rodriguez approaching, his face etched with an anger that looked ready to explode.

“Teacher…” Qian Jin slightly bent his waist, bowed his head, and nodded. “Getting angry so early in the morning is bad for your health.”

“Bad for your head,” Rodriguez delivered a sharp rap to Qian Jin’s forehead. “Am I angry? Aren’t you the cause? Where are you off to?”

Qian Jin pointed toward the classrooms. “Where else would I go? To class, of course. Skipping class results in point deductions.”

“Class? Do you remember what you promised me last night?” The fire in Rodriguez’s eyes seemed almost tangible enough to spray onto Qian Jin’s face.

“Yesterday? Oh, you mean about Fabredith?” Qian Jin scratched his head. “Skipping class results in point deductions…”

“Get lost!” Rodriguez sent a kick toward Qian Jin’s backside. Fortunately, Qian Jin sidestepped, otherwise he’d be doing laundry again. “I’ve already notified all your teachers for today that you have leave. Go do what you’re supposed to do immediately.”

“Ah? Oh.” Qian Jin scratched his head and ambled toward the school gate with a sluggish gait. “Is it really necessary…”

Behind him came the sound of Rodriguez quickening his pace. Qian Jin grimaced and hurried his steps as well. This teacher’s temper was notoriously volatile; if he kept dawdling, the teacher would surely come kicking again.

“Good thing you’re fast,” Rodriguez called out, raising his arm with concern. “Kid, take this seriously! Don’t waste yourself! Everyone only gets one life; don’t wait until you’re old, look back, and feel regret.”

“Got it~~” Qian Jin waved his hand at Rodriguez from behind, a warmth spreading through his chest. Although this teacher had a fiery temper, he genuinely cared for him. Coming to the Oakland Academy of Magic and Warriors, even if he hadn't found the secret manual for Peerless Unrivaled Battle Aura, meeting his teacher and that fatty Rollin made the trip worthwhile!

Leaving the school gate, Qian Jin pulled out the card Fabredith had given him. This modest object bore an exquisite map, clearly marking the location of the Fabresty residence.

Coincidentally, the route to Fabredith’s house passed by the Franlin Blacksmith Shop.

Considering that important people usually didn’t wake up too early, Qian Jin decided to enter the Franlin Blacksmith Shop first.

“So early?” Franlin, holding a large hammer, instinctively peeked out at the sun before looking at Qian Jin with concern. “Is this morning? Qian Jin, you should be in class right now. While smithing can earn money, you can’t let it interfere with your main pursuit. You should hurry back to school.”

Qian Jin felt a surge of warmth. This blacksmith uncle, whom he had only known for a few days, wasn't concerned first about how much more money the shop could earn, but rather about the Warrior apprentice’s class schedule.

“Uncle Franlin…” Qian Jin scratched his head and walked toward the backyard. “Teacher asked me to find Fabredith today and gave me leave from class.”

“Is that so?” Franlin asked with an urgent look. “Then why aren’t you gone yet?”

Qian Jin stepped into the blacksmith shop's backyard and pointed toward the sky. “It’s so early; what if they aren’t awake? That would be rude. How about I forge a piece of iron first? Uncle, can you help me start the fire?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Franlin grinned, handing over his forging hammer and rolling up his sleeves to begin pumping the bellows.

Qian Jin took the hammer, stared at the gradually reddening billet, and didn't strike immediately. In his mind, he replayed that strange single hammer blow, simulating the precise impact and control hundreds of times in the air.

Franlin suddenly felt that Qian Jin holding the hammer today was completely different from just a few days prior; a latent aura of mastery seemed to be brewing within him. He felt as if he wasn't facing a young man, but a seasoned master who had spent decades at the forge!

Suddenly! Qian Jin sharply drew in a breath of hot air, the Blacksmith Breathing Technique suddenly cycling within his body. That scorching airflow coursed through various latent points, and his hammer-wielding arm rose high.

“This is…” Franlin stared, slightly stunned by Qian Jin. The instant the young man raised the hammer, a peculiar temperament faintly emerged! That temperament… that temperament was exactly like the statue outside the General Blacksmith Guild—the divine craftsman, Ovilan!

That statue was an immortal work, taking the divine craftsman Saracato ten years to carve, perfectly capturing every nuance and aura of the Guild’s Divine Craftsman Ovilan.

“Learn from this statue! My entire life’s skill resides within it.” This was the last message Divine Craftsman Ovilan left when he departed the Blacksmith Guild and vanished from the world.

For so many years, countless blacksmiths had visited to gaze upon it, hoping to glean the memories of the divine craftsman.

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