Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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Year 2605, early March, in the Douluo Calendar.

It took half a month, but the Blacksmith Association Shuimu Principality Branch had been preliminarily established.

The branch established one President, five Vice Presidents, who collectively managed all iron-related businesses, raw material procurement, apprenticeship training, and blacksmith level advancement testing and certification within the Waterwood Principality.

The position of President was held by Elder Master Jin Gang, the eldest and most experienced of the original three master blacksmiths of Waterwood Principality, and a fellow disciple of the only Divine Craftsman Iron Buddha from the Douluo Continent.

Although Elder Master Jin Gang was the President, he was advanced in age and thus did not handle the branch's daily affairs. Instead, he focused on overall coordination and strategic planning for the association.

The specific management of various tasks within the Blacksmith Association Shuimu Principality Branch was handled by the four Vice Presidents.

These four Vice Presidents were: Li Qiang, the court blacksmith overseeing the major blacksmith shops in Wood Plant City; Shan, the master blacksmith managing the Logistics Corps and all town blacksmith shops within the principality; Long Ang, a powerful attack soul master and senior blacksmith overseeing all blacksmith shops in Coldwind City; and Qingqiu Li, a sensitive attack soul master and senior blacksmith overseeing all blacksmith shops in Bilu City.

The last Vice President was Ling Yi, Elder Master Jin Gang's youngest disciple and the youngest blacksmith master in history, at just fourteen years old.

Due to his young age, Vice President Ling Yi's role was to assist the elderly President Jin Gang in handling various affairs, acting as a secretary and advisor.

However, much to the surprise of those in Waterwood Principality who thought Ling Yi would remain in Wood Plant City and eventually take over as President, Vice President Ling Yi left all the branch's daily affairs behind, showing no interest in power, and set off on his return journey to Cold Wind Camp.

This time, unlike his previous solo departure from Cold Wind Camp to Wood Plant City with the military escort, Ling Yi had a few young companions with him on his return.

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Cold Wind Camp, Logistics Corps.

In the blacksmiths' camp area, Ling Yi led three boys of similar age to an empty tent, helping them settle in.

"Alright, let's go get some food. We'll head to the soul masters' small canteen, and I'll treat you to a good meal to welcome you—"

Ling Yi looked at the last robust boy who had finished setting up his tent and said to him and the other two boys who had just arrived.

"Mm-hm." *3

The three boys nodded slightly, somewhat shyly, and obediently followed Ling Yi through Cold Wind Camp.

It was dinnertime, and the soldiers were heading to their respective dining areas. As they passed, the soldiers greeted Ling Yi and couldn't help but look at the three boys following behind him.

Ling Yi, standing at just over 1.7 meters, led the way, with the three boys trailing behind him, each about a meter apart, walking in step.

The one closest to Ling Yi was a robust boy, a couple of fingers taller than him, wearing a brown shirt. His arms swung powerfully as he walked, his steps steady. Though not handsome, his features were pleasant, and his expression gave an impression of reliability and honesty.

Following him was a tall, strong boy, nearly 1.8 meters tall, wearing a leather jacket. His eyes were bright, and his entire demeanor exuded an aggressive energy. If not for the youthful fuzz on his lip and his still somewhat boyish face, anyone looking from behind would think he was a young man.

The last one was a delicate boy, about the same height as Ling Yi, with a similar smile, but his skin was a light tan from years of sun exposure, and his face was not as fair and handsome as Ling Yi's.

"Brother Xiong! Long time no see—"

"Ah Yi, you're back from visiting your family? Come on, let's eat together—"

"No, no, I've brought some friends. I'll show them around first, and we'll have a good meal together in a couple of days—"

"Hey—Ah Yi, I'll treat you first, this bear will wait—"

"Heh! Li Ergou, are you itching for a beating? Do you want me to loosen you up—?"

Ling Yi smiled, watching the familiar faces around him, and quietly introduced the three new boys to them as he continued leading the way.

When they reached a place permeated with the aroma of meat and grain, Ling Yi called out to a large figure dressed in a white robe and chef's hat, whose waist was almost as wide as his height: "Old Li, what good stuff do you have today? I'm treating a few brothers to a good meal—"

Hearing this, the young, rotund chef turned around, looking in their direction.

Upon seeing Ling Yi's face, a genuine smile spread across his round face: "Hahaha—

Ah Yi, you're finally back—!

Come, come, I've got plenty of good things today—"

Saying this, he raised his chubby hand and beckoned Ling Yi over.

Ling Yi, seeing this, told the three boys to follow him and quickened his pace toward the young, rotund chef.

As they approached, a mouthwatering white steam rose from a large clay pot in front of the young, rotund chef.

Smelling the aroma, Ling Yi's eyes lit up: "Is this... broth made from the bones of a century-old soul beast?"

"Exactly!" The young, rotund chef raised his chin, which was almost fused with his neck, and chuckled: "You have good eyes, Ah Yi. You guessed it just by the smell—

I spent a lot of money buying these bones from the hunting team. They're from a 200-year-old White-Haired Iron-Backed Pig, the spine and thigh bones—"

"Wow—!" Ling Yi raised his thumb and playfully said: "Looks like I'm going to break the bank today, this isn't cheap—"

"Hey!" The young, rotund chef wagged his finger at Ling Yi, shaking his round head: "I might not sell it to others, but for you, Ah Yi, I'll give you the cost price—!"

"That won't do!" Ling Yi shook his head and waved his hands: "It should be the right price. I can't let you lose money. Your skills are worth more than these 200-year-old bones—"

Without giving the young, rotund chef a chance to refuse, Ling Yi pulled the robust boy and said to the chef: "Alright, Old Li, I've brought friends. Let's go in. Tell Snow and the others to serve the dishes quickly. I'll have everything on the menu today. You know my appetite, don't worry about us not finishing—"

"Sure!" The young, rotund chef looked at the three boys with Ling Yi and nodded: "Go ahead and sit down, I'll have it arranged right away... You not only have a good appetite but also know your food. Watching you explain while eating makes my dishes taste even better—"

A short while later, at a square table, Ling Yi looked at the three boys sitting opposite him, lifted his clay bowl, and glanced at the milky white broth inside: "Ain, Xin, Feng, since Uncle Ang, Uncle Li, and Master have entrusted you to me, I'll do my best to teach you. I'll strive to teach you the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique in the shortest time possible and help you become senior blacksmiths—!"

The tall, strong boy, Long Yin, was from Coldwind City, a powerful attack soul master and senior blacksmith, Long Ang's third son, with the soul beast Snow Soul Bear. He was thirteen years old and a 19th-level one-ringed strong attack soul master.

The delicate boy, Qingqiu Xin, was from Bilu City, a sensitive attack soul master and senior blacksmith, Qingqiu Li's fifth son, with the soul beast Wind-Chasing Seagull. He was eleven years old and a 17th-level one-ringed sensitive attack soul master.

The robust boy, Zhang Mufeng, was from Wood Plant City, the son of Zhang Tie, Elder Master Jin Gang's eldest disciple and a senior blacksmith, with the soul beast Mixed Iron Staff. He was twelve years old and a 15th-level one-ringed strong attack soul master.

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