Elder Garron looked at Damian for a moment before asking, "So what exactly do you want by coming here?"

Damian turned serious and took out a pouch of spirit stones. "I have around two hundred and fifty Mid-Rank Spirit Stones. What can I get?"

Elder Garron looked at the pouch for a moment before asking again, "Depends on what you want."

Damian nodded and raised one finger. "First, I want a hammer that can be used for blacksmithing and is strong enough to smash someone’s head if needed."

He raised a second finger. "And I also want a music instrument for a song-based cultivator."

Garron raised his eyebrow upon hearing that. "For a hammer, it’s quite easy. After all, this is a blacksmithing hall, so we often make hammer-type weapons."

He narrowed his eyes and frowned. "But as for the music instrument... that’s a bit troublesome."

Damian frowned and tilted his head. "You mean you can’t make music instruments?"

Garron shook his head. "No, it’s not that we can’t. We just rarely make them. As you know, this is the Heavenly Sword Sect, not a music sect."

Damian’s face stiffened slightly, but before he could speak, Garron continued, "However, although rare, that doesn’t mean impossible."

Damian’s eyes widened, and he smiled. "So you can make one? Great. As expected of an elder."

Garron snorted. "Stop flattering me. It sounds suspicious coming from you."

Damian placed one hand over his chest. "Elder, that hurts. My praise is very sincere."

Garron ignored him and tapped the table with one thick finger. "For two hundred and fifty Mid-Rank Spirit Stones, if you want both items, I can give you one Top-Rank Profound Grade dual-use hammer and one custom Top-Rank Profound Grade music instrument."

Damian blinked. "Only Top-Rank Profound Grade? Are you sure about that?"

Garron gave him a flat look. "Only?"

Damian coughed. "I mean, I was just asking."

Garron said coldly, "If you want Low-Rank Noble Grade equipment, one item alone can cost around two hundred to five hundred Mid-Rank Spirit Stones, depending on the materials and effects. You want two custom items. Two hundred and fifty is not enough for both at Noble Grade."

Damian rubbed his chin. "What if I only wanted one Noble Grade item?"

Garron thought for a moment. "It’s possible, but knowing you, these must be gifts, right? So I suggest two high-quality Top-Rank Profound Grade items instead. That way, you can flirt with two women."

Damian was surprised after hearing that, but he quickly grinned back. "Elder, you really know me. Fine then, I’ll follow your suggestion. Two Top-Rank Profound Grade custom items."

Garron heard him and smiled. "Of course. After all, I need to understand my customers well to reach this position. Also, good choice."

Damian grinned. "Then make them look impressive too. After all, they are gifts. Appearance matters a lot, you know."

Garron’s mouth twitched for a moment. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that."

Damian smiled shamelessly. "Hehe, thank you, Elder Garron. Beautiful gifts make beautiful women happy. But make the hammer a bit fierce. The woman I want to gift it to is also a bit fierce."

Elder Garron’s mouth twitched again.

He stared at Damian for a moment before waving his hand impatiently. "Fine, fine. I heard you. One fierce and impressive hammer, and one beautiful music instrument."

Damian’s eyes brightened. "As expected of Elder Garron. You really understand the heart of a customer."

Garron snorted. "Stop talking nonsense. Come back tomorrow to pick them up."

Damian froze. "Tomorrow?"

Garron raised an eyebrow. "What? Too slow?"

Damian quickly shook his head. "No, Elder. I’m surprised it’s that fast."

Garron crossed his arms proudly. "Of course it’s fast. They are only Top-Rank Profound Grade items, and I am the one making them."

Damian looked at him with a little more respect.

Garron continued, "Also, you are Selvara’s disciple, and this is your first request in my blacksmith hall. If I let some ordinary disciple handle it, wouldn’t that make me look bad?"

Damian immediately cupped his hands. "Thank you, Elder."

Garron waved him off. "Enough of that. Just come tomorrow."

Damian nodded and was about to leave.

But at that moment, Elder Garron suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice. "Wait."

Damian paused. "Yes, Elder?"

Garron glanced around first, making sure the surrounding disciples were busy.

After confirming no one was listening, he coughed lightly and whispered, "Since you seem quite experienced in this area..."

Damian blinked. "Experienced?"

Garron’s rough face became strangely serious. "Teach me how to get some women."

Damian froze because he wondered if he had heard wrong.

For several breaths, his mind went completely blank.

This strong blacksmith elder, who looked like he could smash a mountain with one hammer, had just asked him for romantic advice?

Damian slowly looked Garron up and down.

The man’s arms were thicker than some people’s legs, his face looked rough enough to scare bandits, and his aura felt like a burning furnace mixed with iron pressure.

No matter how Damian looked at him, Elder Garron did not seem like the type of person who would lower his voice and ask about women.

But somehow, that made the situation even funnier.

Damian almost laughed, but he forcefully held it back.

After all, laughing at an elder who could probably turn him into a human-shaped iron pancake was not a wise decision.

Then, a few seconds later, Damian slowly placed one hand over his chest. "Elder Garron... don’t worry. Leave it to me. I’ll handle it for you."

Garron’s eyes brightened slightly. "Really?"

Damian nodded seriously. "Of course. I may not be a righteous relationship master, but when it comes to beautiful women, I have confidence."

Garron stroked his beard and slowly smiled. "Good."

Damian also smiled.

For some reason, the two of them looked at each other like they had just formed a secret alliance.

"Hehe."

"Hehe."

Several blacksmith disciples nearby suddenly felt a chill down their backs.

They looked over and saw Elder Garron and Damian smiling together.

For some unknown reason, that scene looked even more dangerous than a furnace explosion.