The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

Chu Mo was taken aback.

Wu Xiang rushed to the vase, lowered his head, and examined it carefully.

Then, patting his unsettled chest, he looked at Qin Hao with shining eyes: "Damn! Junior Brother! You’re just like Deng Guzi reborn!"

Deng Guzi was a renowned flower arrangement master in a past life, famously known as the Flower King.

For Wu Xiang to give Qin Hao such a high evaluation, could Qin Hao really be that amazing?

Outsiders only felt that Qin Hao’s flower arrangement was very aesthetically pleasing.

But to really understand and compare, they couldn’t manage it.

Only an insider like Wu Xiang could appraise it.

Ma Jiajia asked, "Senior Brother Wu Xiang, is this arrangement really that impressive?"

"It’s more than impressive! It’s simply a masterpiece of the heavens!" Wu Xiang pointed at the vase and said, "Look at each blade of grass, don’t they look like soldiers?"

The crowd looked in surprise and saw those few dried grasses standing there, gathered together, yet exuding a solitary and murderous aura.

"It really does!"

Everyone nodded.

"Look at the thorny grass at the bottom of the vase, doesn’t it feel like a wall?"

"Yes!"

The crowd responded again.

"Now, do you understand?"

Wu Xiang clapped his hands and said loudly, "This seems to be just a random flower arrangement, but it contains profound philosophy. This vase is like a painting depicting frontier brutality! That’s why I can feel that murderous aura!"

Once he said this, everyone understood.

Art is all about depth for it to have mysterious elements.

Just like this flower arrangement, once it forms, it brings more than physiological pleasure.

It’s more psychological.

So when the crowd saw this vase of flowers, they felt a sense of amazement.

"I see! Now I understand! Why my heart was racing! It’s the feeling from this vase of flowers!"

After Ma Jiajia’s commentary, her eyes looked surprised at Qin Hao, exclaiming joyfully: "Little Junior Brother! So you really know how to arrange flowers!"

"Impressive!"

Wang Lianhua couldn’t help but comment.

"Remarkable! Even a bit stronger than me!"

Feng Ziyun joked.

"A bit stronger? He’s miles ahead of you!"

Wu Xiang straightforwardly commented, making everyone laugh.

"Damn! Shut up, you guys!"

Chu Mo’s voice broke the laughter.

Everyone looked at him.

Chu Mo’s face was stormy and changing, he shouted: "It’s just flower arranging! Is it worth such praise! Frankly, flower arranging is just a minor skill!"

Hearing this, Wu Xiang looked especially aggravated: "Senior Brother Chu, you don’t need to be so blatantly jealous, right? What do you mean by minor skill!"

"Hmph!"

Chu Mo knew he had offended Wu Xiang, after a cold humph, he said, "I admit his flower arrangement is impressive, let’s switch to something else!"

The crowd, seeing this, lowered their estimation of Chu Mo yet again.

No matter what, Qin Hao can cook and arrange flowers, which has already proven his multi-talented nature.

Moreover, his skills in both are not just at an entry-level.

The acclaimed gentlemen Wu Xiang and Wang Lianhua both praised him.

This proves that Qin Hao is indeed highly talented.

Therefore, in everyone’s heart, Qin Hao’s image was undoubtedly elevated.

"Hmph! Now, you smith!"

Out of anger, Chu Mo’s words sounded very stiff, filled with a condescending tone.

"Sure!" Qin Hao nodded calmly, maintaining his poise.

"Junior Brother, how about using my smithing room?"

Feng Ziyun asked very respectfully.

By now, Qin Hao had impressed everyone with his displayed talents.

So Feng Ziyun’s attitude was especially good.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!"

Qin Hao smiled and nodded.

Then, under Feng Ziyun’s lead, the group went to his workshop.

The room seemed a bit messy.

The blackened walls were covered with marks from splattered sparks.

Near the wall, there was a row of shelves displaying various weapons, which should all be Feng Ziyun’s creations.

"Please!"

Feng Ziyun took out a piece of wrought iron, "I usually practice with ordinary iron. Since there’s not enough material, just practice freely, Junior Brother."

"Alright."

Qin Hao nodded slightly, grabbed the wrought iron, and weighed it in his hand.

"Three pounds six ounces, not bad."

"You can even measure that?"

Feng Ziyun was in awe, a connoisseur can tell right at the first touch.

Even without forging yet, Qin Hao’s displayed calm disposition already showed he was no ordinary person.

"Yes. Like cooking, it’s all universal." Qin Hao said casually, while Chu Mo, discontent, began to pick at him again: "Why compare? Hurry up, smith!"

Facing such provocation, Qin Hao wasn’t angry; he smilingly asked: "What kind of weapon does Senior Brother want to see?"

"Heaven-piercing Halberd!"

Chu Mo deliberately mentioned a legendary weapon.

The Heaven-piercing Halberd was an ancient Military General’s Divine Artifact, rumored to have a very imposing appearance, a masterpiece of ingenuity.

Now asking Qin Hao to create it from a piece of wrought iron?

This was certainly a bit excessive.

Ma Jiajia was about to protest, but heard Qin Hao chuckle and say: "Then it’s the Heaven-piercing Halberd."

He then tossed the wrought iron into the furnace.

He really accepted?

Junior Brother? You’re too good-natured, aren’t you?

This was clearly an unreasonable demand!

Ma Jiajia looked at Qin Hao with some surprise.

Many shared Ma Jiajia’s sentiment, everyone present did.

However, as Qin Hao had already begun smithing, they couldn’t say much.

The temperature in the furnace was high, and the hard wrought iron turned red in no time.

A round piece of iron, forging it into a rod shape was tough.

Not to mention shaping it into the imposing Heaven-piercing Halberd.

Yet, Qin Hao didn’t seem troubled at all.

He used tongs to take the iron out, placing it on the anvil.

"Senior Brother, may I borrow your hammer?"

"Sure thing!"

Feng Ziyun tossed over the hammer boldly.

A nearly twenty-pound hammer landed in Qin Hao’s hand, appearing to be weightless.

He swung the big hammer, striking down on the wrought iron continuously.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The clear sound resounded.

The wrought iron steadily changed shape, gradually forming a long rod.

The others watched, marveling.

"Amazing! Junior Brother’s arm strength is incredible!"

"Indeed! His arm isn’t channeling any Spiritual Qi, it’s pure strength! I wouldn’t have guessed, he looks so frail yet possesses such masculinity!"

"Haha, this is a fine example of not judging a book by its cover! I used to think Junior Brother was honest, but beneath that honest exterior lies a heart full of diverse talents!"

After all the praise, Chu Mo fell silent, his face twisted unwillingly.

Why! Why does this guy really know how to smith!

At this moment, Chu Mo truly felt grudging!

Every attempt to trouble him, Qin Hao always managed to handle seamlessly.

Chu Mo genuinely felt exhausted.