Low Tier Professional Book, sold for 700 Magic Coins.

Middle Tier Professional Book, surprisingly hasn't increased in price, still at the original price of 5000 Magic Coins.

It's obvious Jiucai Rong, according to the old manager's intention, gave those few experts certain preferential policies.

Cost price, pushing the technology of top professionals up first.

Daojiu didn't hesitate, directly picked a Middle Tier Divine Summoning Plaque.

It carried product information:

[High Tier Blacksmith in life, Four Viscera First Realm, lifespan of three thousand two hundred and ten years, skilled in forging sword-type magical artifacts of fire and water series demon beasts.]

This high tier blacksmith who could forge Three Elements Realm weapons barely stepped into the Four Viscera Realm in life.

Probably forced into it with drugs during Five-Body Realm Perfection, then the side effects erupted, unable to advance further.

But it's also reasonable.

The realm of side professions generally isn't high, because their heart power is entirely focused on their own domain.

Of course, they live longer than contemporaneous cultivators!

Because combat professions madly earn money to support them.

What if their realm is low?

Replace their internal organ magical artifacts, living to the Five-Body Realm's 800-year limit, Four Viscera Realm's 8000-year limit.

What kind of number is eight thousand years?

Even though this over three-thousand-year-old Four Viscera Realm has lived longer than most Three Elements Realm great cultivators.

Because those Three Elements Realm great cultivators have to fight, kill, and venture for their families.

When walking by the river, there's no way not to get your shoes wet?

Very few die naturally in their sleep.

Even some unlucky Three Elements Realm cultivator super geniuses might break through to the Three Elements Realm at two or three hundred years old, but may not even reach 800 years.

Couldn't compare to a mere Five-Body Realm tributary cultivator.

It's very amusing.

Hence, judging success by realm is incredibly foolish.

This world isn't a game world; having a high cultivation level doesn't guarantee excellence or power.

"Boss, why did you choose a Middle Tier Experience Book?"

"Yeah, did you skip over the Low Tier?"

Those around couldn't understand.

Daojiu shook his head: "I think I'm already a low-tier blacksmith, don't need to fill in the gaps, just jump to middle tier, saves some money too."

After all, according to current calculations.

Using a Divine Summoning Plaque costs a lot, will cause mental confusion later on.

Most likely need to use up a resurrection, might as well leap to middle tier profession directly.

Besides, five thousand Magic Coins, ah.

This is killing him!

He took a loan just to get it.

Daojiu burned incense and made offerings, then began summoning the divine.

In the distance, a group of blacksmiths was secretly watching.

Daojiu suddenly shivered, as if possessed by something, a feeling like being possessed by the ancestors when opening the Three Flowers.

After all, in essence, it's the same.

"Hahaha... This old man is finally liberated!"

A hearty, explosive voice sounded: "Junior, did you summon me? With good food and drink offerings, I can lend you a hand."

Because the other party's skills were refined, the collected muddy qi remnant soul was quite complete, this remnant soul even had relatively intact consciousness.

The other party seemed aware of his situation, being summoned by the divine.

Also realized he was already dead.

After all, he is the remnant soul of a true soul, not one of those logic-deficient voids.

And these kinds of remnant souls also gradually disappear, so generally, after a Divine Summoning Plaque is made, its usage period doesn't exceed ten years.

Daojiu took a deep breath, finding his consciousness wasn't taken over.

Heard those combat-style divine summoning cultivators are the same, just get ancestral possession to strengthen them.

Without absorbing memories, they won't forget who they are.

It's said some holy lands' divine summoning techniques are even more outrageous, their "gods" never run out.

They accumulate bit by bit, summoning celebrated historical giant spirit gods, door gods, celestial generals... Their combat power is terribly impressive.

Of course, excessive use of divine summoning leads to assimilation.

"Senior." Daojiu felt his consciousness blur, many scenes, forging proficiency, all flooding in wildly.

"Call me Elder Zhang, let me control your body, I'll teach you how to forge iron."

"You're absorbing my memories, I won't live much longer, this life doesn't matter."

Elder Zhang was hot-tempered, quite open-minded:

"I haven't forged for a long time, want to swing a hammer before dying."

"Don't worry, I'm not trying to control you, that plaque will protect you."

Generally, like an elder observing from within the body, but can also let the other party control the body.

Daojiu also opened his heart mind, handing over body control rights.

Elder Zhang laughed loudly, looked at a small blacksmith beside him: "Tell me, where is your blacksmith shop."

The blacksmith pointed into the distance.

Elder Zhang strode forward, pushing open the blacksmith shop's door, suddenly fell silent.

Inside the blacksmith shop.

A group of people forging passionately, crafting, the sound clanging.

A few enchanters were also observing, in the distance, a furnace seemed to be queuing for a diving sport.

Plop.

Golden sparks flew.

"Nicely done."

"Freestyle swimming."

"Tongs, grab it."

"Seize the heat."

The crowd chuckled and laughed.

???

Elder Zhang, wanting to swing a hammer for fun before dying, paused his hammer-lifting action at the doorway.

Am I seeing hallucinations before death?

How terrifying.

And those blacksmiths inside the shop noticed him, hurriedly turned their eyes toward him, with stiff, dazed, yet friendly smiles, expressing goodwill.

Facing the gazes and smiles from all sides of the blacksmith shop, Elder Zhang became even more frightened.

"Sir, you've come to the wrong place."

At this time, Jiucai Rong hurried over, pointing to the abandoned summer blacksmith shop in the distance: "This isn't the blacksmith shop, that one is."

Elder Zhang stood silently, looking at the people still forging inside, feeling like he was being deceived.

"Please step outside."

Elder Zhang was quickly pushed out the door, with a bang, the door shut behind him.

Then, the blacksmiths inside the shop also received the message.

"Brothers, quick, through the secret passage, to the next door's old blacksmith shop."

"Yes, to the next door blacksmith shop, pretend we're normal people."

"Lucky that blacksmith shop isn't abandoned, the Zhang family blacksmith worked there before."

"That idiot just mentioned us directly? Couldn't he let someone wait a bit."

"Exactly, we've all been seen."

"Everyone, play along and show some enthusiasm at the next door blacksmith shop."

...

They rushed down the underground passage, madly running next door.

Meanwhile, Elder Zhang was delayed by Jiucai Rong, introduced the villa's situation, forging experience, number of blacksmiths, and what they excel at.

Chatting while talking, Jiucai Rong saw a figure peeking out from the nearby manhole cover, signalling OK, and quickly led the other towards the next door old blacksmith shop.

"This here is our real blacksmith shop."

Jiucai Rong just pushed open the door.

Hot steam rolled in.

A group of blacksmiths was madly forging, the sound clanging.

It was the same group of people just now, exactly the same.

The enchanters who were about to jump into the forging furnace were jumping back and forth, just cheering the blacksmiths on.

Elder Zhang was a bit dumbfounded.

This group of people looked the same as before? How are those who died alive? He saw them jump into the forging furnace with his own eyes.

Could it be, I saw it wrong? After all, the dead can't come back to life!

He felt a bit dazed, estimated as a remnant soul, close to death, hallucinations were normal.

"Senior, look, this is our magical artifact."

Jiucai Rong interrupted his thoughts, guiding and saying: "Do you have any advice?"

Elder Zhang looked at the Painting Card, then glanced at the process.

A certain unidentifiable demon beast powder was forged.

Elder Zhang thought for a moment, got interested: "You try forging a Painting Card, let me see if there's room to improve your process."

The blacksmiths were enthusiastic, forming a "praise group" to surround and attack, with a few leading the forging, asking the elder for guidance.

A rare chance to meet a true blacksmith master, it's like an elder in a ring!

Need to please him.

Previously dared not consult Zhang family blacksmiths next door, had to maintain mysterious blacksmith's lofty demeanor.

But here, no fear of exposure.

If not afraid of scaring people, they'd want to show how to enchant it.

"Hmm, you ask about this powder, what demon beast is it from?" Jiucai Rong said: "It's from our raised Water Army."

"Not convenient to see Water Army's original form, mainly to teach us to use these materials in forging is fine."

Elder Zhang nodded, looking at the Painting Card, felt that this magical artifact was very worthy of consideration.

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