jealous. Why his surname was Qian? Why was Qian Jin not his son?

On purpose? Like a dumb man eating the bitter herb, Qian Jin had to suffer in silence. He had never intended to hide anything. No one ever asked. If he could have predicted where it headed, he'd rather that no one would know who he really was!

"Kid," Pam Honzi patted Qian Jin’s shoulder and said. "To tell you the truth, after this show, it is impossible that you leave like this. I’m afraid now you have to pick one or two to be your disciples."

"If I’m not qualified as a disciple, how about a grand-disciple?" The kneeling Hon Cangqong shouted out to show how eager he was!

Pam Honzi seriously doubted what he had heard and seen! Was that the real Hon Cangqong? Was that still the man who showed no interest to anybody? What did he say? Grand-disciple?

Qian Jin looked around and there wasn’t anyone younger than him. Especially the Forge Master called Hon Cangqong, who was old enough to be his grandpa, it...

"How about..." Qian Jin scratched his head and suggested, "We can learn from each other and discuss our knowledge?"

The crowd shook their heads simultaneously as if they had rehea.r.s.ed thousands of times.

"I’m not qualified." Hon Cangqong shouted in a coa.r.s.e voice. "But I would be a lucky man if you took me in as an apprentice!"

With both arms folded across his chest, Pam Honzi watched the show with apparent interest. But at the same time, he also felt this was too weird! This wouldn’t even happen in his dreams!

"Just do it!" Pam Honzi sighed. "Otherwise you would be blocked and starved here!"

"We’d like to be your grand-disciples..."

Neat and loud voices echoed in the workshop...

Qian Jin stared at the dense crowd and finally understood one thing; he would not be able to walk out of this place unless he took one or two as his disciples...

"Okay then..."

More than two hundred people and more than four hundred eyes... In them, Qian Jin saw expectation! Especially Hon Cangqong... He looked so decisive as if he was threatening that young man, "If you don’t accept me, I’ll just smash my head against the furnace here!" That felt like Hon Cangqong’s undertone.

The Eighteen Blade Elevating Strikes of Blake was too d.a.m.n powerful! Only the first strike had attracted so many people! Qian Jin sighed and decided to use the technique only when he had to, such as in battles. As for forging, he’d better find a remote place...

"Then, how about you..." Qian Jin pointed at Hon Cangqong and another young man, "and you?"

"Kid..." Pam Honzi patted his shoulder again. "I say you take all of them!"

"All of them? Two hundred?" Qian Jin was confused! Taking two hundred disciples at a time? He had neither heard of nor seen it before!

"Thank you, master!"

Shame on those Forge Masters, blacksmiths, and apprentices who immediately kowtowed three times in a row! Qian Jin was just asking a question! How could they take it as a confirmation? They were leaving Qian Jin no way of backing down...

"Now could you please stand up?" Two hundred people kneeling in front of him? It was a torture!

"Yes, master!"

Watching the ma.s.s stand up altogether, Pam Honzi was proud that his selfish calculations worked! Qian Jin couldn’t get rid of the Pam Family now! Although he didn’t know why those people had to wors.h.i.+p Qian Jin like this, this was definitely due to Qian Jin’s skills!

Carrying a hammer, Qian Jin looked around and said, "I think I do not need to prove my forging ability anymore, right? Can I borrow some metal now?"

"Of course!" Hon Cangqong nodded. "Whatever you need, Master! Now everybody, go home and fetch the best you’ve got!"

All of a sudden, the ma.s.s scattered like birds and animals. Some of them ran to the door, some bounded up and climbed over the wall to save time!

"Guys, guys..." Qian Jin opened his arms. "You really don’t need... I'm in a hurry. I don’t have time even if you bring your treasures. Besides, they might be wasted on my ability. Just find me some certain kinds... "

Leaning against the walls, Pam Honzi enjoyed the feeling of being completely ignored that he hadn’t experienced for many years... He savored the hustle and bustle with relish.

To an outsider, pulling the bellow had little technical skills. But when Qian Jin did it, even Hon Cangqong was surprised. In his eyes, admiration was blooming.

Qian Jin kept explaining how to collocate wood with different types of coal and kerosene. The disciples were stunned by the advanced yet detailed techniques!

As Qian Jin proceeded, he found that the blacksmiths, even the Forge Masters, they knew nothing about the basic skills! How did they get the authentication?

Some had become Forge Masters for at least ten years but had only produced one Warrior Weapon!

For more a.s.sistance to attend to the kerosene, charcoal, and bellows, Qian Jin had to talk more in order to select a few men who were good and quick learners.

Pam Honzi stood apart and found that Qian Jin was really the focus here. He was the star and his disciples were the satellites!

"Seems it’ll last a long time here." Stretching himself with a yawn, Pam Honzi slowly walked out of the workshop. He gently spun the awakening potion gift from Qian Jin on his fingertips. "I must try it, no matter what...Maybe it will work..."

The Pam Family had never been so vibrant in many years. With the one thousand bottles of potion "made" up by Qian Jin, a few Pam warriors had successfully awakened their bloodline power, including seventeen young Hydras who failed on the altar and three Hydras who already achieved level 3 Bloodline Awakening.

What excited Pam Honzi most was that an elder who had gone through the Earthly Awakening for many years now successfully advanced to the Heavenly Awakening.

As the names suggested, even the two awakening levels were next to each other, the difference was like between heaven and earth.