With godlike talent from the start, how did he become invincible?

Chapter 303 Sima Han

The most eye-catching feature is the artwork display shelf on the other side of the room.

There were only seven pieces of equipment on the shelf, a very small number, but each one exuded a suffocating aura.

A longsword, entirely crimson, its blade seemingly flowing with molten lava; a heavy shield, engraved with mountain patterns, exuding a sense of earthy solidity; a set of leather armor, as light as a feather, its surface shimmering with the breath of the wind...

But none of these were Lin Tian's focus. His gaze was fixed on the person in front of the forging table.

He was an elderly man who looked to be around sixty years old, with gray hair that was casually draped over his shoulders, and his hair was mixed with a lot of metal shavings.

He was slender, but his arm muscles were clearly defined, indicating that he possessed amazing strength.

The old man was wearing a dark gray leather apron, which was covered with burn marks and metal scratches, and looked like it had been worn for a long time.

At this moment, the old man was holding a fist-sized, dark purple ore and examining it carefully in the light.

He was focused, his brows slightly furrowed, completely absorbed in the world of minerals, and didn't even notice Lin Tian entering.

Lin Tian did not disturb them, and quietly stood at the door to observe.

He could sense the powerful aura emanating from the old man—not the murderous aura or oppressive force of a combat professional, but a heavy, steady aura, as solid as the earth.

This is a unique quality formed from long-term interaction with metal, fire, and magic.

Celia remained silent, obediently observing the various novelties in the room with curiosity.

Time passed second by second.

The old man would sometimes examine the ore under a special magnifying glass, sometimes carve some runes on a crystal plate, and sometimes scrape a little powder off the surface of the ore with a small carving knife and taste it on his tongue—this action made Celia's eyes widen.

A full fifteen minutes passed before the old man put down the ore and wrote a few lines in the notebook beside him.

Then, as if suddenly realizing there were other people in the room, he slowly turned his head.

What kind of eyes were those?

Profound and sharp, as if it could see through the essence of all matter.

A faint flicker of firelight lingered deep within his pupils, a mark left by gazing at flames for a long time.

His eyes lacked the cloudiness of an ordinary old man, but instead held the clarity and wisdom of a focused person.

"Who are you?" Sima Han's voice was hoarse and deep, like two pieces of metal rubbing together.

"Lin Tian, ​​you've come from Luoxia City," Lin Tian replied calmly. "The City Lord of Huangpu Yun asked me to bring you a letter."

Upon hearing Huangpu Yun's name, a flicker of emotion crossed Sima Han's eyes.

He stretched out his hand; his palm was rough, covered with calluses and burn scars.

Lin Tian handed over the envelope. Sima Han took it but did not open it immediately. Instead, he first checked the integrity and texture of the sealing wax. Only after confirming that everything was in order did he carefully cut open the sealing wax with a small knife.

He took out the letter and quickly glanced at it. The letter was short; Sima Han finished reading it in less than a minute. After reading it, he put the letter aside and looked at Lin Tian again.

"Huangpu Yun mentioned your situation in the letter." Sima Han's voice remained calm. "Destroying Dark Eclipse City, killing the seven Abyss Lords... Young man, your strength doesn't quite match your level."

"It was a matter of chance," Lin Tian replied simply.

Sima Han nodded, not delving into it further. At his age and level of understanding, he had witnessed too many geniuses and extraordinary encounters, and he wouldn't pry too much into other people's secrets.

"So, what do you want to see me about?" Sima Han went straight to the point. "Huangpu Yun only said you had something important to discuss, but didn't elaborate."

"I need Abyssal Demon Iron," Lin Tian said directly.

The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.

Sima Han's previously casual gaze suddenly sharpened, and he stared intently at Lin Tian, ​​as if he were reassessing the young man before him.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice several decibels lower than before: "Do you know what you're saying?"

"I know." Lin Tian's expression remained unchanged. "Abyssal Demon Iron, an S-grade material, is only produced in the depths of the abyss and is one of the core materials for forging equipment of epic grade or higher."

"It seems you've done some research." Sima Han put down his tools, walked to a chair, and gestured for Lin Tian to sit down as well. "But do you know the value of Abyssal Demon Iron?"

"Priceless." Lin Tian sat opposite Sima Han. "That's why I came to find you."

Sima Han stared at Lin Tian for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

It was a laugh tinged with sarcasm: "Young man, do you know how many people come to me every day asking for rare materials? Everyone says how much they need them and how much they're willing to pay. But Abyss Demon Iron... that's an S-grade material. There are no more than three pieces in the entire Starmoon City stock, and each one has a specific use and ownership."

He picked up a kettle from the side and poured a glass of water—surprisingly, what came out of the kettle was neither tea nor wine, but clear, cold water.

Sima Han took a sip and continued, "Moreover, Abyssal Demon Iron is only produced in the deepest part of the abyss, and it is extremely difficult to collect. The last time Star Moon City obtained Abyssal Demon Iron was five years ago when an elite team of twenty people, led by three level 70 experts, went deep into the abyss for three months and sacrificed eight people to bring back two pieces."

"I know it's precious," Lin Tian said calmly, "but I need it."

"What will it be used for?" Sima Han asked.

"I'm changing jobs." Lin Tian didn't hide anything.

Sima Han raised an eyebrow: "You need Abyssal Demon Iron to change jobs? What's your job?"

"I can't disclose that," Lin Tian shook his head.

Sima Han did not press for details about his profession; this was a basic principle for adventurers.

He pondered for a moment and said, "I have Abyssal Demon Iron. To be precise, the Refining Guild has a piece in its inventory. I traded three pieces of orange legendary equipment for it three years ago, and I originally intended to use it to forge an epic armor."

He paused, his gaze sharp: "But why should I give it to you?"

This question gets straight to the heart of the matter.

Lin Tian and Sima Han were not related, and Huangpu Yun's letter alone was not enough to persuade Sima Han to hand over such valuable materials.

Huangpu Yun's influence might allow Lin Tian to meet Sima Han, but it wasn't enough to make Sima Han pay with Abyss Demon Iron.

Lin Tian was prepared: "You can name your terms. Gold coins, equipment, materials, or... favors."

"Gold coins?" Sima Han scoffed. "You think Abyssal Demon Iron can be measured in gold coins? As for equipment and materials... young man, do you see what's around you?"

He pointed to the display shelves and material racks in the room: "I have no shortage of equipment or materials here. As the largest forging organization in Starmoon City, the Refining Guild handles far more rare materials every day than you can imagine."

"So what do you need?" Lin Tian asked.

Sima Han did not answer immediately. He stood up, walked to the forging table, and stroked the surface as if he were caressing the skin of a lover.