Chapter 1606 - 826: Feigned Intent, True Heart (Part 2)

This gift did not miss a single craftsman, even including Zhi Fu, transcending good and evil, preferences and aversions, completely impartial and without narrow-mindedness.

It is this idea of treating everyone equally and with compassion that has forged Ember's glorious achievements today, and no matter how narrow-minded the speculation, it cannot shake her ultimate nobility.

As the funeral ended, the crowd lingered, reluctant to leave.

Amid loss and regret, everyone was aware... perhaps this moment of silent stillness is the final curtain falling on an era.

With the passing of the Carrion Eater, everything she created will inevitably remain in the past, and amidst the rolling torrent, how many will not feel lost and hesitant?

After bidding farewell to this teacher, they have graduated, and in the futures to come, where will they head?

Soon, a new announcement was released by the Association, delivered to the hands of every craftsman.

Grandmaster Plowsmith will take over the duties of the honorable Carrion Eater within the Association, and for the next century, will provide guidance and instruction to newcomers regularly. The tradition initiated by the Carrion Eater will not be shaken and will continue alongside the Association.

The Association will also undertake a series of measures to ensure that the benefits and creations left by the Carrion Eater are not wasted or forgotten.

Various new regulations have been introduced, including internal inspections of the Association, evaluations for the craftsmen, and the division of new treatments...

Riding on this grand victory and the Carrion Eater's contributions, the long-prepared reforms have thus begun.

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"As you mentioned, the honorable Plowsmith accepted the Association's plea and appointment..."

Under the afternoon sun, Gustav sighed, saying with feeling: "Honestly, truly unexpected."

After all, Plowsmith's aloofness and introversion make him notoriously difficult to deal with.

Among the three Grandmasters, he was the coldest toward the Association, and now he's willing to stand out and take on this responsibility, it's almost like smoke rising from the ancestral grave of the Association, leading everyone's first reaction upon hearing to be whether it might be a joke.

"Despite Plowsmith's solitary nature, eccentric thinking, harsh words, and straightforward actions… after all, he is a Grandmaster. If the duty requires him to stand out, he will not shirk." Heavenly Furnace said thoughtfully while holding a teacup, "In some ways, as a craftsman, no one is more pure than him. Compared to someone like me, he is truly the closest to the Association's path. If you encounter any troublesome matters in the future, feel free to speak up; as long as your attitude is appropriate, he's so thin-skinned, he'll surely be reluctant to refuse.

Of course, should you overdo it... don't blame him if he reads and does not reply, disappearing without a trace."

"Understood."

Gustav smiled wryly and sighed; only Heavenly Furnace could be so casual in speaking obscure words about Plowsmith. For him, how could he possibly comprehend or arrange what a Grandmaster does?

He put down the teacup, solemnly saying: "This victory, thanks to your control, the Association is sincerely grateful, and we appreciate your effort greatly."

"I'm Heavenly Furnace, there's no need for such formalities." Heavenly Furnace waved it off casually: "I guess you came to see me not just to say that, right?"

Thus, Gustav was silent.

After a while, he sighed softly, taking a deep breath, and asked bluntly: "The Grandmaster dislikes the current Association, right?"

"..."

Heavenly Furnace raised his eyebrows slightly, turned to look at him, surprised at his straightforwardness, outstripping Delong in courage and spirit.

Yet he didn't hide it, saying, "Just not very fond of it."

"I see."

Gustav lowered his head, not speaking further, but then heard Heavenly Furnace's voice: "Though I disdain it, it's still quite good. After all, creation is one aspect of Ember. Even though I'm Heavenly Furnace, there's no way I can expect everyone to think like me.

If not for the Association laid by the old lady, how could the current Embers reach such glorious development under the identity of craftsmen?

This is not your fault; trends are like this for everyone."

"Doesn't the Grandmaster want to change things?"

"No need, you… have done well."

Heavenly Furnace raised his head to look at the sky, laughing softly: "As long as nobody minds anyone else.

Like a husband and wife working together to make ends meet, with limited resources, just bear with each other and hang in there.

Though there's now a fellow named Heavenly Furnace lingering overhead, he still provides a bit of shelter from the elements."

He said, "You simply need to do whatever you want."

Gustav was silent for a long while again, nodding solemnly.

Just as he was about to speak again, he heard a crisp sound, near at hand, like some shackles loosening, emanating from Heavenly Furnace's body.

Suddenly, it became difficult to breathe, vision darkening.

The torrent of five stars erupted from that body, aggressively enveloping reality, shaking all phenomena, eroding the blockade within the Crack Realm, almost encompassing the entire Tianshu.

That was...

"Too slow, a bunch of old timers, dawdling until now, what a disgrace."

The craftsman supported himself with a cane, stood up, and took a final look back at Gustav: "You sit here first, I'm going out for a bit."

Gustav was drenched in sweat, his face turning pale.

He strained to raise his head, unable to stop him in time, only having time to utter with his last breath: "You are planning to..."

"Just visiting You Sui, I'll be back soon."

A crack appeared beneath the cane, tearing open, spreading, and Heavenly Furnace stepped into it.

Vanished.

Dead silence, long dead silence, Gustav wiped his sweat and took out his cell phone, frantically dialing, then saw one warning message after another popping up on the screen.

He saw only the terrifying storm stirred beneath the Vortex!

Suddenly, without warning, it abruptly halted.

Fifteen minutes later, the crack reopened.

Heavenly Furnace with bloodstained white clothes supported by a cane, returned once more, the sound of the shackles falling resounded again, and the terrifying pressure disappeared without a trace.

Only one heavy object was thrown onto the table.

Causing Gustav's eyes to tremble violently.

He forgot to breathe.

"...Old Turtle is still Old Turtle, really runs fast."

Heavenly Furnace tossed the cane aside, reclined on the chair, picked up the teacup, and drank it all, sincerely sighing: "Really, it was thrilling, almost ended up a mess, but fortunately, I, Heavenly Furnace, am not a common fellow…

If he doesn't take the bait, can't I go to the pond? Thought I bought the electric baton for nothing?"

"Dead, dead?"

Gustav was incredulous.

"Halfway dead, the other half fled too quickly, couldn't catch up. But enough to make him miserable for a few hundred years."

Heavenly Furnace lowered his gaze, glancing at the object on the table, smiled coldly: "Never expected that even Zhi Fu could have such sincerity."

On the table, a heart as black as ironstone silently pulsed.

Cracks appeared.