Free Web NovelChapter 151: One Drake Bought Her Respect
Damian quickly left Thousand Forges City, mostly because he did not want to anger the City Lord any further with his mouth.
Fortunately, the city was not too far from the Heavenly Sword Sect.
By the time evening approached, Damian had already returned to Selvara’s mountain peak.
He looked around the quiet peak and raised an eyebrow before calling out in a low voice, "Master, are you here?"
Damian waited for a moment.
There was no answer.
He walked a few more steps and checked the surrounding area before finally glancing toward Selvara’s cultivation room.
The door was closed, and a faint barrier covered the room. Damian quickly understood that she was cultivating.
He immediately decided to stay away and returned to his own room instead.
There was no way he would disturb her. What if Selvara woke up and decided to test him again?
Damian shuddered just thinking about it.
Once inside his room, Damian began thinking about something else.
The next day was Sunday. In other words, it was gifting day again.
He raised one finger. "I have Vulkara for one gift chance, but what about the other four?"
Akane and Raika were already gone.
Not for a short time either.
A whole year.
"Damn it," Damian muttered, feeling genuine pain in his heart. "Two high-multiplier treasure chests left just like that."
He sighed dramatically before suddenly remembering something else.
"It seems I can only gift those two inner disciples from last time for now. They only had fifty-times multipliers, but that’s still better than nothing."
Damian rubbed his chin.
Those two women were also known as top inner disciples, so they probably had decent backgrounds.
Right?
Damian’s grin slowly widened. "If they have backgrounds, then they should have friends."
His eyes became increasingly shameless. "And if their friends are beautiful, talented, and have decent multipliers..."
Damian changed his robe with a righteous expression. "Then as a generous senior brother, how can I not show concern?"
He walked toward the bed and nodded seriously. "This is not greed."
A second later, his grin completely betrayed him. "This is networking."
Damian sat down on the bed and laughed softly. "Hehehe... let’s see tomorrow if those two treasure chests brought more treasure chests."
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The next morning, Damian went straight to the Blacksmith Hall. Unlike last time, he did not come empty-handed.
Behind him, a large Mid-Rank Noble Grade [Spiritual Beast Cage] floated quietly, dragged along by a thin strand of Qi.
Inside the cage, a small dark-metallic drake was curled up lazily, its ore-covered back glowing faintly with spiritual light.
The moment Damian arrived, several blacksmith disciples turned to look.
At first, they wanted to greet him normally.
A second later, their eyes landed on the cage.
"What the hell is that?"
Damian grinned. "A gift."
Before the disciples could ask anything else, Elder Garron walked out of the hall with a hammer resting on his shoulder. "What’s with all the noise?"
His gaze soon landed on the cage.
The next instant, his eyes widened in shock. "Damian... where the hell did you get that?"
Damian placed both hands behind his back and smiled proudly. "Hehehe. I obtained it luckily during one of my missions."
Garron stepped closer and stared at the creature inside the cage.
His expression became stranger the longer he looked. "A [Metal Essence Devouring Drake]... and it’s still alive."
Damian’s grin widened. "Elder Garron, please call Vulkara for me."
Garron stared at him for a moment before turning around and shouting, "Vulkara! Get out here! Your shameless master brought something ridiculous again!"
A few breaths later, Vulkara walked out with soot on her face and her hammer hanging from her waist.
The moment she saw Damian, her face immediately darkened. "Master, what are you doing here again?"
Damian placed a hand over his chest. "Of course, I came to fulfill my duty as a master and teach my disciple."
Vulkara looked at him suspiciously. "You? Teach me?"
Damian ignored her tone and pointed toward the cage. "Take this beast."
Vulkara frowned and looked at the drake inside.
The little creature raised its head and blinked at her.
Vulkara stared at it for a moment. "What is this...? It kind of looks cool, but..."
Before she could finish, Garron smacked the back of her head.
BONK!
Vulkara grabbed her head. "Ow! Elder Garron!"
Garron glared at her. "Accept it, you stupid brat. Do you even know what kind of beast this is?"
Vulkara shook her head honestly. "No."
Damian grinned and gestured toward Garron. "Please, Elder Garron. You are older and wiser, so you must know better than me."
Garron’s mouth twitched. "You little bastard, now you know how to be polite?"
Damian smiled shamelessly. "Only when it benefits me."
Garron snorted, but he still looked toward Vulkara seriously. "This is a [Metal Essence Devouring Drake]. For a blacksmith, this thing is a damn treasure."
Vulkara blinked. "A treasure?"
Garron pointed at the small drake inside the cage. "This beast feeds on metal essence, but if trained properly, it can also devour impurities inside ores and spirit metals."
The surrounding blacksmith disciples immediately froze.
One disciple’s eyes widened. "Devour impurities?"
Garron nodded. "Exactly. Do you understand what that means? With this thing, refining materials becomes much easier. The quality of forged weapons can rise, and the failure rate can drop."
Vulkara slowly turned back toward the little drake.
The creature yawned lazily, completely unaware that everyone was staring at it like it was a walking pile of spirit stones.
Garron continued, "Even I have only seen a few blacksmiths own this beast. I never thought I’d see another living one, much less watch this shameless bastard casually bring it here as a gift."
The blacksmith disciples all looked at Damian in shock.
Vulkara’s fingers tightened slightly around the cage.
Damian grinned. "Well? Still don’t want it?"
Vulkara’s face turned red. "I-I didn’t say that!"
Damian laughed. "Good. Then call me a great master."
Vulkara glared at him. "Dream on!"
Damian’s grin became even more annoying. "You sure?"
Vulkara froze.
Her eyes moved toward the [Metal Essence Devouring Drake], then back to Damian’s smug face.
For several breaths, her pride and greed fought a fierce battle inside her head.
In the end, greed won.
Vulkara gritted her teeth, lowered her head slightly, and forced the words out. "Great Master... please bestow this drake upon your disciple."
Damian immediately burst out laughing. "Hahaha! Good! As expected of my obedient disciple!"
Vulkara’s face burned red. "I only said it because of the drake!"
Damian wiped an imaginary tear from the corner of his eye. "Of course, of course. Your master understands."
Vulkara glared at him harder.
Damian only laughed louder.
Seeing his stubborn little disciple lower her head was honestly one of the greatest feelings he had experienced since transmigrating.
