Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

So, it's possible for a foundry craftsman not to worship a god of craftsmen?

So, there are real gods among ordinary people like them?

If someone else had said these words to her, she would have scoffed at them.

When this peerless powerhouse spoke these words, she accepted and agreed with them without the slightest resistance.

"But...who is He, and what does He look like?"

Qin Zhengjiao said meaningfully, "A true god has countless forms, such as a spoiled brat with a rooster-like hairstyle, a naive and ignorant teenager, or a seemingly useless girl..."

He looked at Baili Yanxuan's dazed expression and smiled slightly.

Get it, young man, just get it.

Baili Yanxuan murmured, "The gods' quirks are truly unique."

However, thinking back on the past few days, the beast god who suddenly appeared did seem to have a rooster-like hairstyle.

Rumors circulate that the Beast God is a combination of the Phoenix and the Chicken clans, but it's unclear if this is true. According to the master, that rooster-headed phantom is merely one of the divine manifestations?

She still had a lot of questions, and following behind Qin Zhengjiao, she kept asking, "But isn't the God of Craftsmen also a god? Why can't I worship Him?"

"Could the God of Craftsmen be the same deity you mentioned, living among us?"

"Oh! No way, the God of Craftsmen isn't actually the God of Beasts!"

She cupped her face in her hands, as if she had discovered some incredible truth.

Qin Zheng paused, realizing that this apprentice seemed to have quite a few problems.

"Put your wandering thoughts to rest!"

But since this was his disciple whom he had finally managed to take in, he was unusually patient: "If this so-called God of Craftsmen is useful, then why is your crafting skill still so low despite your daily worship?"

Baili Yanxuan choked.

Uh, she's not very strong... This is the first time someone has said that.

But she couldn't refute it.

It seems that's indeed the case. She, the president of the Foundry Association who worships the god of craftsmen every day, can't even come close to this old man in front of her who never worships the god of craftsmen.

Thinking of this, she felt as if she had been awakened, and everything became clear to her!

"You're right!"

"I used to be so obsessed with worshipping gods that I went crazy."

"I still need to improve my casting skills myself!"

What president of the Founders' Association, what divine foundry? Before, she was like a frog in a well, amusing herself. Today, she has the good fortune to jump out of the well and finally see a wider view of the world.

He immediately dropped all his pretenses and knelt down with a thud before the unassuming, thin, dark-skinned old man in front of him: "Master, please accept me as your disciple!"

She will no longer believe in the so-called god of craftsmen!

She must study hard, practice diligently, and improve her skills so that she can master her own craft!

My heart is the temple, my thoughts are eternity!

Looking at the girl kneeling devoutly before him, Qin Zhengjiao's heart was so excited it almost jumped out of his throat.

at last!

Old Jiao has finally found an apprentice!

Although this little apprentice is a bit simple-minded and talks too much, he has good talent and possesses a strange fire.

Most importantly, this child isn't stubborn; she listens attentively to everything he says.

"Get up quickly, I promise you." He grinned, showing his big teeth, his eyes crinkling into crescents.

"Thank you, Master!"

Baili Yanxuan was overjoyed!

She followed behind Qin Zhengjiao, asking, "Master, which disciple am I?"

"Uh, the first one."

"What?! I'm the first one! Wow, I'm so lucky!"

"..."

"Master, how old are you this year?"

"..."

"Master, do I have a mistress?"

"..."

"Master..."

"Master..."

"Master!..."

Qin Zhengjiao: "Stop reading!"

……

Scarface, Titanos, the current "God of Craftsmen," awaits.

Waiting for Baili Yanxuan's prayer.

He knew that Baili Yanxuan and the Weapon Casters Association had gone to find the so-called "Creation Weapon Caster".

Judging from Baili Yanxuan's frequency of praying thirty times a day, he will soon be able to obtain information about the "Creation Weapon Forger" and his whereabouts.

At that time, he will descend directly and crush that Creation Weapon Forger to death!

But he waited and waited, until the flowers withered, and Baili Yanxuan's wish still hadn't resonated in his mind.

He couldn't help but look at the hourglass next to him again. The hourglass had already changed its position seven times, each time representing an hour, and seven hours had now passed.

"Why hasn't that chatterbox come yet today?" Titanos frowned.

He waited and waited, but nothing happened. As darkness fell, he finally couldn't resist and decided to enter a dream to see what was going on.

That's right. Every god can enter the dreams of their followers, even if the person is not asleep, they can forcibly pull them into the dream.

Titanos closed his eyes, "Enter the dream, Baili Yanxuan!"

His consciousness transformed into a streak of light and flew into the distance.

Half an hour later, after circling around outside, it slunk back.

"What's going on?"

He urged his divine sense to fly through it again.

Still the same result.

Dream entry failed!

"Could she be dead?!" Titanos stared in disbelief.

There are only two possibilities for a deity's consciousness not finding a believer.

The first scenario is that the believer dies.

The second scenario is that the believer no longer has faith in themselves.

Titanos didn't even consider the second possibility. After all, Baili Yanxuan used to be so devout, chatting with him for one or two hours every day. She was practically his die-hard fan.

Then there's only one possibility: she's dead.

The next moment, he laughed, "It saves me the trouble of doing it myself."

He really couldn't bear to kill such a well-behaved and beautiful dog; it would be best if it could die on its own.

The thought of finally having peace and quiet made him feel even more relaxed and at ease.

It's good that he's dead.

However, the Foundry Association needs to find a new president.

Who would be the best fit?

He knew that there were many foundry masters waiting to take the position, and many senior members of the foundry masters' association.

As the president of the Foundry Association, he would inevitably have to report to him frequently, and he didn't want to hire another chatterbox.

I went through those members in my mind over and over again.

"This old man stutters, he won't do."

"This old lady is even more long-winded than Baili Yanxuan, no way."

"I saw this guy eating boogers last time, ugh, no way."

“This woman has slanted eyes and a very strong birth chart. I heard her pray last time that she brought bad luck to nine people in her family, and she might bring bad luck to me too. No way.”

Just then, he heard a prayer.

"Hello, God of Craftsmen, my name is Awu, and I wish to join the Craftsmen's Association and follow you!"

This was the first time he had ever heard such a brief prayer, which showed that the person was a man of few words and suited his taste perfectly!