"You haven't gotten the gear yet. I can make him back out at any time," Duan Feng Er shrugged, letting Bokesuli's furious eyes watch him. "I'm just that much of a scoundrel."

"Then be prepared," Bokesuli glared at Duan Feng Er. "The day I get the gear, the first person I kill will be..."

"Me?" Duan Feng Er laced his hands behind his head. "That's a matter for the future. What I know now is that I like you, and I want you to be my Demoness. It’s that simple."

Lucifer Liushui watched Bokesuli leave with Duan Feng Er, shaking his head repeatedly. "This Demoness... might actually be falling for him..."

Fen Tu Kuangge looked at Lucifer Liushui in confusion. His life had been nothing but combat training; he probably didn't even know basic life skills as well as Gan Jin.

"Sometimes..." Lucifer Liushui sighed. "Whether it's a woman or a Demoness, they really can fall for this kind of scoundrel. It's a pity that..." Lucifer Liushui glanced mournfully toward Gan Jin's room. "A man... who isn't such a scoundrel. Alas... perhaps if he were this much of a scoundrel, I might not love him anymore."

Master Jiliu Feijing has abandoned his forge! He has to temper new battle equipment again!

The news first spread among the Mamon Demon Clan, and within a few days, almost the entire Demon Race had received word. The leaders of the Demon Race scattered across the lands, who were initially unsure of the news, all hurried toward the Mamon Demon Clan.

The Asmodeus Clan, the Samael Clan, the Leviathan Clan—three of the seven great Demon Tribes—and even the Beelzebub Clan, who had been soundly thrashed by Bokesuli just days before, all dispatched elders to the Mamon Demon Clan.

Soon, only the Lucifer Clan among the seven great tribes had not sent a representative. This situation only lasted a day before Bokesuli and Sabonis Guang both received word: the great Crown Prince, Lucifer Serig, was also coming!

And he should be arriving within these next few days!

The appearance of a Demon Crown Prince reignited the attention of the entire Demon Race.

Lucifer Liushui frowned deeply. That trash is coming too? Gan Jin said he wasn't trash, but what is this 'Heart of Lucifer' or 'Origin of Lucifer' I’ve never heard of?

Gan Jin's forging was conducted openly; as long as no one actively made a sound to disturb him, there were no issues.

Of course, if one did want to speak up and interrupt, it depended entirely on whether their strength was sufficient. Initially, a Demon Elder whose strength was inadequate rushed up to make an offer, only to be struck dead on the spot by a single hammer blow from Master Jiliu Feijing amidst his forging.

Later, there was another incident where a very powerful elder went up to make an offer. After awkwardly dodging a casual hammer swing from Master Jiliu Feijing with his body, he hadn't even managed to utter a word before the elders and leaders of the Mamon Demon Clan and many other demon factions rushed him, beating him soundly and throwing him out of the Mamon Demon Clan territory.

They explicitly warned him that if he were seen disturbing Master Jiliu Feijing's forging again, even His Majesty the Great Demon King couldn't protect him; the gathered demons would kill him first.

After these two incidents, no demon dared to disturb Master Jiliu Feijing’s forging. Powerful demons watched the god-like forging techniques with rapt attention; even if they couldn't fully grasp what they were seeing, they sensed an ineffable realm of mastery.

After breakfast, Lucifer Liushui yawned and strolled into the courtyard where Gan Jin was forging. Many high-ranking demons had been standing guard there all night, or had arrived early, just to catch another glimpse of this forging master’s demeanor.

"Huh? Is that..." Lucifer Liushui rubbed his eyes hard, suspecting he might be seeing things. Standing amidst the crowd was a familiar figure—the President of the Demon Blacksmiths' Guild, Asam!

Full name: Asmodeus Asam! This Guild President hailed from the Asmodeus Clan, one of the seven great demon tribes!

Unbelievable! Lucifer Liushui couldn't quite believe that she had visited this Guild President multiple times in the past only to be refused an audience. She only recognized him from the portraits hung on the Blacksmiths' Guild walls.

Now, Asam lacked the disdainful air he reportedly showed everyone. His eyes were filled with fervent, worshipful light as he stared intently at Gan Jin’s every move.

"God..." His technique is god-like..." Asam cried tears of excitement, wiping the corners of his eyes repeatedly with a handkerchief. "Truly a technique of the gods! To see this today, I could die content tomorrow!"

Following behind Asam were several Vice Presidents of the Blacksmiths' Guild, each looking equally excited, thrilled, and reverent. The more profound one's own forging foundation, the more clearly they could see the terrifying forging capability Gan Jin possessed. Even though one hammer strike seemed slightly imperfect, the sheer level of mastery made the demons worship him to the point of wanting to kneel.

"So, this is the technique of the gods?" Lucifer Liushui rested his chin on his hand. "If Feijing gets the materials to forge Soul Weapons, will you all faint on the spot?"

"Ah? Esteemed Princess,"

Atim, a blacksmith of high prestige in the Demon Race, someone who used to brush off requests for audiences from princes and princesses without a second thought, immediately bent low to salute Lucifer Liushui at this moment, showing not the slightest hint of disrespect.

The Vice Presidents standing next to Asam also bowed in salute, their respectful demeanor making the surrounding demons think that the Great Demon King himself had arrived. Lucifer Liushui felt an indescribable surge of satisfaction. In the past, it was a struggle to get an audience with just one Vice President of the General Guild. Weren't all these old blacksmiths usually looking down their noses at everyone? They seemed even more arrogant than the Lucifer Clan.

Today, not only had these old blacksmiths collectively lowered their gaze, but they had also collectively bowed.

"Isn't this Guild Master Asam, Great Demon?" Lucifer Liushui raised her hands to help the old Guild Master up, giving him ample respect. "I truly didn't expect to see you here."

"Esteemed Princess, I have offended you many times in the past." Asam's expression was extremely sincere. "It is the rule that the Blacksmiths' Guild does not participate in imperial power struggles. That is why I did not grant you an audience..."

"I know that, I know," Lucifer Liushui smiled, while inwardly cursing: And now you come to see me? The struggle for power isn't settled, and suddenly you're not participating? Where is your rule? Damn it! You refused to see me before because you thought I had no chance! That's the real reason!

"Esteemed Princess," Asam sighed, his expression somewhat awkward. "I have an idea, or perhaps a request..."

"You want Jiliu Feijing to join the Blacksmiths' Guild?"

Ah? It's not just that..." Asam shook his head repeatedly, his expression hesitant. "Actually..."

"An Executive?"

"This..."

"A Vice President?"

"This..."

Lucifer Liushui was startled by Asam's troubled look. "It couldn't be that you want to invite him to be the Guild Master, could it?"

"Heh heh..." Asam nodded directly. "Actually, when we came, we considered starting him as an Executive first, but..." The Vice Presidents also wore embarrassed, wry smiles. With forging skill like this, if he became an Executive in the Blacksmiths' Guild, what would the rest of them do? Apprentices?

Asam looked toward Gan Jin, who was fully absorbed in forging, with a sigh of helplessness. "If we truly ask a demon like him to be an Executive, it would be an insult to him, an insult to that god-like technique, and an insult to all blacksmiths."

Gan Jin becoming the Guild Master of the Demon Race's Blacksmiths' Guild? Lucifer Liushui felt Asam had gone mad. Setting aside Gan Jin's incredibly young age and the question of his leadership ability, there was his status alone...

That's right! Gan Jin was a warrior of the Zhence Dynasty! Lucifer Liushui suddenly felt a headache coming on. This time, Gan Jin's visit to the Demon Race was not only to complete the Eight Desolations and No Life assessment and help her establish some prestige, but also to siphon off a large quantity of various materials from the Demon Race—forging materials, potion materials, mysterious potion materials, even inscription materials... If Gan Jin became the Guild Master of the Demon Race's Blacksmiths' Guild... Lucifer Liushui shivered involuntarily. By the stars! That would be terrifying, the absolute nightmare of the entire Demon Race!

Yes! An absolute nightmare! In Lucifer Liushui's mind, the image instantly formed: Gan Jin ascending the throne of the Blacksmiths' Guild Master and proceeding to ravenously consume the Demon Race's metal resources.

Although the branch guilds in various regions usually paid little attention to the orders of the General Guild, that was under normal circumstances! Gan Jin wasn't an ordinary blacksmith; thanks to the meticulous efforts of the Mamon Demon Clan in promoting him, and the proof of his strength displayed by Bokesuli, his reputation within the blacksmith community had already reached an unprecedented height.

Yes! An unprecedented height!

In the past few days, the name 'Gan Jin of the Zhence Dynasty' had placed immense pressure and stimulation upon the Demon Race's blacksmith circle. Almost every demon blacksmith hoped that a figure could emerge from their ranks who could at least offer a slight resistance to Gan Jin.

Now, Jiliu Feijing! This name could not only offer a slight resistance but even subtly overshadowed Gan Jin's renown. The entire blacksmith circle had, without realizing it, begun to regard him as the true leader of the blacksmiths.

If the General Guild could not successfully invite this demon who had rallied the entire demon blacksmith community, the reputation of the General Guild would plummet to an all-time low, and the General Guild would likely lose all governing authority over the subordinate branch guilds.

Asam looked at Lucifer Liushui's shocked expression and gave another wry smile. "Esteemed Princess, I understand your astonishment. Master Jiliu Feijing is very young, and none of his forging skills have reached the level of a Forging Grandmaster. He may lack experience, but he possesses infinite potential. If we begin cultivating him now..." Lucifer Liushui raised a hand to rub her forehead. Understand? You don't understand anything! The demon you are trying to invite back as the General Guild Master is actually a human! Must I, this princess, reveal this fact to you?