Forging

After listening to Lin Cheng, Lin Xingyu could not help silently nodding. True, for him, Soul Power was his foundation. As for secondary professions, while he was still young, it would be enough to set aside a little time each day to learn them, first see what talent he had, then decide what path to take in the future. He absolutely could not put the cart before the horse.

Soul Power was the foundation of everything!

Early the next morning, Lin Xingyu began tempering his Martial Arts bright and early.

For someone who had lived more than twenty years and could only satisfy his fantasies through the descriptions in fantasy novels, after truly entering a fantasy world, truly experiencing the process of cultivation was addictive.

Not to mention that he also had a cheat that let him clearly feel every bit of progress he made, forming a terrifying kind of positive feedback.

The more he cultivated, the more pleasure he felt; the more pleasure he felt, the more he wanted to cultivate.

Especially that feeling of experiencing himself growing stronger bit by bit, his life transforming little by little—never mind a cheater like Lin Xingyu, even children born in this world would find it addictive.

After finishing his morning cultivation, Lin Xingyu began to sense his own condition.

Name: Lin Xingyu

Age: Six

Martial Soul: Red Gold (Second Awakening: 31.02%)

Soul Power: Rank Twelve 36%

Spiritual Power: One hundred seventy-five

Martial Arts: Blood Replacement (First time 12%)

After fusing with the Soul Spirit, the biggest gain had been his Martial Soul Second Awakening, which had risen by more than thirty points. His Blood Replacement progress had also increased by ten points, counting as the initial completion of the fusion between Martial Arts and Soul Master cultivation.

After breakfast, Lin Xingyu followed the old butler to a workshop.

The moment they reached the entrance, a metallic smell rushed toward them. The old butler stepped forward and pressed the doorbell. Before long, the door opened from the inside, and an old man walked out.

The old man had dark skin and a somewhat hunched figure, but it was clear that when he was young, he had also been extremely tall and large.

After coming out and glancing at the old butler and Lin Xingyu, the old man said, "This little fellow is the one by that brat Lin Cheng's side?"

His voice sounded extremely warm and deep.

After saying that, without waiting for the old butler or Lin Xingyu to answer, he continued, "My name is Yun Qiwen. I'm a Sixth-Grade Forger. I haven't achieved anything great. Now that I'm old and can't swing a hammer anymore, I teach students here. From now on, you can just call me Teacher Yun."

"Teacher Yun." Lin Xingyu bowed to the elder.

"Come in!" Yun Qiwen said to Lin Xingyu.

Following Yun Qiwen into the workshop hall, he saw that the hall was very large, a full three to four hundred square meters, only there were all kinds of metal parts placed everywhere, making it look extremely messy.

Yun Qiwen did not stop in the hall. Instead, he walked inward along a corridor, and Lin Xingyu followed him.

They reached a room at the end of the corridor, opened the door, and walked in.

"Although your father has already told me about you, we'll still test your body's strength first, so I can have a clear idea of your situation."

As he spoke, he walked over to a machine.

"Use your left hand and right hand to punch with all your strength once each. Let me see your power."

After saying that, Yun Qiwen looked at Lin Xingyu.

Seeing this, Lin Xingyu stepped forward and arrived in front of the machine.

After adjusting his condition, he raised his right hand and punched with all his might.

Bang!

"Five hundred seventy-six kilograms!"

Then he raised his left hand and punched with all his strength.

Bang!

"Five hundred fifty-six kilograms!"

When Yun Qiwen saw these two numbers, his pupils shrank! He could not help praising, "Good strength, good physique!"

"Regardless of your talent, your body alone is very suited to becoming a forger!"

Forging was an activity that consumed a great deal of stamina. The higher the grade of forging, the higher the requirements on a Soul Master's physique. Forging high-grade metals could even affect a Soul Master's qi and blood! As for low-grade forging, it also had certain requirements for a Soul Master's strength. After all, if you could not even lift a Forging Hammer, what kind of forger did you expect to be?

The stronger one's physical constitution, the greater one's advantage in forging!

"What is forging? Forging is creating life! Metal has life. A forger's forging is the process of gradually awakening the life within metal. Those Soul Forged and Heavenly Forged Metals are hammered out by forgers strike by strike! A high-level forger is granting metal life, creating a soul!"

"Therefore, if you want to become a good forger, you must fully understand the properties of metal and sense the life within metal."

"If what your father said is true, that you can feel the spiritual life within metal, then you possess an enormous advantage in this aspect."

"I'll first teach you some of the basic properties of metal. After that, you can take the Forging Hammer and slowly hammer those metals. Experience is accumulated. If you fail once, don't be afraid. Just repeat it a few more times."

After saying that, Yun Qiwen took out a thick book and handed it to Lin Xingyu.

"Huh? Forgers have to study too!"

"Nonsense. What doesn't require studying nowadays?"

Half an hour later, with a snap, Yun Qiwen closed the book in his hands.

"All right, you've finished learning the properties of these types of metal. Start with the most basic Tungsten Steel and give it a try. At the same time, let me see how talented you are."

Lin Xingyu glanced at Teacher Yun, who was watching him like a hawk, picked up a ten-jin Forging Hammer, selected a piece of Tungsten Steel, placed it on the workbench, and activated his Metal Sense with all his might to sense the patterns the teacher had mentioned.

Lin Xingyu used Metal Sense to feel the vitality of this piece of metal. Gradually, he sensed faint fluctuations emerging on the metal. Following those fluctuations, he began to bring down the hammer!

Bang! Lin Xingyu brought the hammer down again and again, only his movements grew slower and slower.

"Stop! Looks like you've got talent. Several consecutive strikes all landed correctly on the metal's patterns. In that case, there's no need to keep hammering. Let's change places and practice technique first. I'll correct you. Take it slow!"

"First swing the hammer a hundred times and see how it goes!"

"Your talent is very good. From now on, you can casually pick two hours each day to come here and study. I'm here during the day."

An hour and a half later, Lin Xingyu silently rubbed his shoulders, followed the old butler out of the forging room, and headed toward the next place, welcoming his next subject of study—Mecha Design.

In the afternoon were Mecha Manufacturing and Mecha Repair, plus the basic courses for Soul Masters. Fortunately, because Lin Xingyu was a transmigrator, and because his Spiritual Power was truly high, he learned purely theoretical content extremely quickly. This phenomenon was interpreted by the old butler and Lin Cheng as extraordinary talent, and so extra lessons began.

At the age of six, Lin Xingyu fully experienced the life of a high school student from his previous life.

In the morning, forging plus Mecha Design; in the afternoon, Mecha Manufacturing plus Mecha Repair plus basic Soul Master courses. At night and in the morning, meditation and martial training.

It could be said that he used every bit of the day to the utmost, and it was also because Lin Xingyu was filled with desire for extraordinary power that he could endure this dull life day after day.

Especially when he looked at the data panel he had made himself and saw each of his attributes improving little by little, it filled him with pleasure.