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Alone, carrying a heart full of anger and desolation, I was like rootless duckweed adrift.
I crossed the rugged mountain roads and deserted villages and towns of Silves Kingdom, wandering aimlessly, and finally came to a temporary stop in Fasinuo Province.
To survive, to earn the resources I needed for cultivation, I had no choice but to pick up trades I had once disdained: I worked as a mercenary, struggling to stay alive through missions filled with blood and schemes; I also ventured deep into the outskirts of Star Dou Great Forest to hunt soul beasts, each time like dancing on the edge of a blade; and in the clamorous Soul Duel Arena, I proved my combat strength again and again with my fists and iron hammer, all just to win that bloodstained pay.
Yet no matter how many storms of blood I went through, only when I gripped the ice-cold iron hammer, stood before the red-hot furnace, and felt the vibration and resonance from the anvil could my wandering heart gain a rare sliver of peace.
Relying on my status as a "Blacksmith Grandmaster," I finally obtained a position at a large Soul Tool workshop called "Master Craftsman" in the bustling yet undercurrent-ridden Heaven Spirit City.
The generous salary and stable forging work gave my life a temporary foothold, so I was no longer living from hand to mouth.
However, the path of a soul master's cultivation became as steep as a sheer cliff after reaching Soul King.
Without the ample resource supply of a clan, without the aid of rare medicinal herbs, and with even hunting high-quality soul rings becoming fraught with difficulty, everything was hard.
I felt like a fierce beast sunk in a mire, every struggle forward exceptionally difficult, the growth