Volume One

Volume One: New Handprint in Holy Soul Village. Looking at the forging hammer, which was several inches taller than himself, Su Xing lightly hefted it a few times, then smiled. "Those with decent potential will go on to a middle-level Soul Master Academy to study until they are eighteen. What middle-level Soul Master Academies teach is far more profound, but the difficulty of studying also rises greatly. If they fail to meet the academy's requirements in the end, they will not be able to graduate smoothly." Perhaps because the speed was too fast, the bird did not notice at all. It still fluttered its wings and pecked at the bugs on the tree. Su Xing then hoisted the huge iron hammer onto his shoulder, gathered several chunks of pig iron in his arms, and ran off in a flash. Another uncle walked over, took Tang San's hand, and pressed a basket of eggs into it. With a sigh, he said, "San'er, you and Xiao Su are going to Nuoding City, and you have no relatives or friends there. You must look after each other." "Not bad. This weight feels manageable." "..." Su Xing's face darkened as he glanced at the baby in the woman's arms. Along the way, Old Jack told Tang San and Su Xing about Soul Master Academies. At the village entrance, Tang Hao gazed at the additional handprint on the stone pillar and mocked himself. "Hmph, Titled Douluo... What use is becoming a Titled Douluo? In the end, I still could not protect the person I loved most!" "When the time comes, we can charge outsiders more to visit the village. After all, this is a handprint left behind by a Titled Douluo." "Wait, I nearly forgot about this." Su Xing suddenly spoke, then ran toward the stone pillar bearing the Soul Sage's handprint. He then hoisted the huge iron hammer onto his shoulder, gathered several chunks of pig iron in his arms, and ran off in a flash. "Those with decent potential will go on to a middle-level Soul Master Academy to study until they are eighteen. What middle-level Soul Master Academies teach is far more profound, but the difficulty of studying also rises greatly. If they fail to meet the academy's requirements in the end, they will not be able to graduate smoothly." Clang! "Damn, this is exhausting. This hammer technique borrows force to generate force, and the farther you get, the greater the consumption. No wonder it can only reach eighty-one swings in the end, rather than eighty-one thousand..." "Xiao Su, Xiao San, let's go. It's getting late." Old Jack spoke sternly. ... "When the time comes, we can charge outsiders more to visit the village. After all, this is a handprint left behind by a Titled Douluo." At first, it really was difficult. After hammering all day, Su Xing could only rely on his physical strength to forcibly make each strike stronger than the last. He seemingly had not yet found a way to improve the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. Leaning on the hammer's handle and catching his breath, Su Xing muttered, "..." Su Xing continued practicing the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer while thinking. "Hehe." Su Xing completed the final strike of twenty-one consecutive blows, then spun twice in place with the forging hammer to dissipate its momentum. Tang San's face darkened, and he froze where he stood. During this time, Su Xing also carried out two life simulations. "Mm, I understand, Uncle Wang." Tang San scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. But his luck in those two simulations had been atrocious. He had not even become a Soul Master in either simulated life, so naturally he had not obtained anything good. At the village entrance, Tang Hao gazed at the additional handprint on the stone pillar and mocked himself. "Hmph, Titled Douluo... What use is becoming a Titled Douluo? In the end, I still could not protect the person I loved most!" At the village entrance, Tang Hao gazed at the additional handprint on the stone pillar and mocked himself. "Hmph, Titled Douluo... What use is becoming a Titled Douluo? In the end, I still could not protect the person I loved most!" Could Brother Su also possess inborn divine strength? But he does not even know how to forge. Why is he taking all this stuff? Tang San scratched his head, his face full of confusion. "This Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer feels like it needs some improvements." "All right, all right, everyone, go home. This is not some distant journey. Nuoding City is only half a day away, so do not make it sound like a final farewell." Old Jack smiled. "Xiao Su, you really make trouble wherever you go. What are you trying to do now?" Old Jack angrily struck his cane against the ground several times and rebuked him. "All right. Once I become a Titled Douluo someday, we can make up another story about this little handprint." Tang Hao lifted the door curtain and stepped out. There was not a trace of sleepiness in his eyes as he gazed blankly at Tang San's retreating figure near the village entrance. At the distant Blacksmith Shop, after absorbing the eighty-thousand-year External Spirit Bone, Su Xing's various attributes had improved somewhat. Running while carrying an iron hammer weighing dozens of jin was nothing special. With every swing that followed, Su Xing carefully considered its flaws, then corrected and refined his stance and strength. "Forget it. I'll rest first and continue tomorrow." "All right, all right, everyone, go home. This is not some distant journey. Nuoding City is only half a day away, so do not make it sound like a final farewell." Old Jack smiled. Leaning on the hammer's handle and catching his breath, Su Xing muttered, "Those with decent potential will go on to a middle-level Soul Master Academy to study until they are eighteen. What middle-level Soul Master Academies teach is far more profound, but the difficulty of studying also rises greatly. If they fail to meet the academy's requirements in the end, they will not be able to graduate smoothly." "Not bad. This weight feels manageable." Tang San did not know, however. The villagers were all puzzled, unsure what the boy intended to do. At the village entrance, Tang Hao gazed at the additional handprint on the stone pillar and mocked himself. "Hmph, Titled Douluo... What use is becoming a Titled Douluo? In the end, I still could not protect the person I loved most!" "..." Su Xing's face darkened as he glanced at the baby in the woman's arms. Finally, the head of the forging hammer slammed heavily into the ground. By evening, after a full day of intense activity, Su Xing was clearly running out of stamina. It seemed as though not a single drop of energy remained in his body, and he lay sprawled limply on the grass. Su Xing slapped the stone pillar with one hand. Immediately, a small palm print was left on its surface. Holy Soul Village was not far from Nuoding City. Old Jack led Su Xing and Tang San for half a day, and after eating some simple dry rations on the road, they could vaguely see Nuoding City's outline by afternoon. Su Xing kept pondering as he continued practicing the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. Looking at the forging hammer, which was several inches taller than himself, Su Xing lightly hefted it a few times, then smiled. Many villagers from Holy Soul Village came to see them off at the village entrance. A woman stepped forward, waved at Su Xing, and said with a smile, "Xiao Su, when you get to Nuoding City, do not forget us. My Xiao Cui is still waiting for you." "Damn, this is exhausting. This hammer technique borrows force to generate force, and the farther you get, the greater the consumption. No wonder it can only reach eighty-one swings in the end, rather than eighty-one thousand..." Perhaps because the speed was too fast, the bird did not notice at all. It still fluttered its wings and pecked at the bugs on the tree. Outside Holy Soul Village. Looking at the forging hammer, which was several inches taller than himself, Su Xing lightly hefted it a few times, then smiled. Su Xing continued practicing the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer while thinking. Looking at the forging hammer, which was several inches taller than himself, Su Xing lightly hefted it a few times, then smiled. With a whoosh, "Hehe." Su Xing. Could Brother Su also possess inborn divine strength? But he does not even know how to forge. Why is he taking all this stuff? Tang San scratched his head, his face full of confusion. Su Xing and Tang San arrived at the stone pillar at the village entrance bearing the Soul Sage's handprint. Each carried a small bundle on his back as they followed Old Jack. In a dense forest, a bird fluttered its wings softly atop a tree more than ten meters tall, pecking at insects on its trunk. Su Xing slapped the stone pillar with one hand. Immediately, a small palm print was left on its surface. Clang! "When the time comes, we can charge outsiders more to visit the village. After all, this is a handprint left behind by a Titled Douluo." The villagers waved goodbye to them. Could Brother Su also possess inborn divine strength? But he does not even know how to forge. Why is he taking all this stuff? Tang San scratched his head, his face full of confusion. But his luck in those two simulations had been atrocious. He had not even become a Soul Master in either simulated life, so naturally he had not obtained anything good. Old Jack had learned all this information in advance so that they would not arrive at Nuoding City Junior Soul Master Academy knowing nothing. With a whoosh, Clang! "..." Everyone's faces darkened, but smiles appeared on all of them at the same time. Thus, the villagers were puzzled, unsure what the boy intended to do. "Xiao Su, Xiao San, once you become Soul Masters, do not forget to come back and see us!" The villagers were puzzled, unsure what the boy intended to do. "Mm, I understand, Uncle Wang." Tang San scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. A moment later, beneath another large tree. At that moment, a large black Haozi carrying a massive iron hammer shot past beneath the tree, bringing with it a sharp gust of wind. Today was the day he and Tang San would go to Nuoding City Junior Soul Master Academy to register. "Xiao Su, Xiao San, once you become Soul Masters, do not forget to come back and see us!" Perhaps because the speed was too fast, the bird did not notice at all. It still fluttered its wings and pecked at the bugs on the tree. By evening, after a full day of intense activity, Su Xing was clearly running out of stamina. It seemed as though not a single drop of energy remained in his body, and he lay sprawled limply on the grass. With every swing that followed, Su Xing carefully considered its flaws, then corrected and refined his stance and strength. A moment later, beneath another large tree. Three days later. "Xiao Su, Xiao San, let's go. It's getting late." Old Jack spoke sternly. At that moment, a large black Haozi carrying a massive iron hammer shot past beneath the tree, bringing with it a sharp gust of wind. Su Xing raised an iron hammer nearly as tall as himself and struck, again and again, the chunk of pig iron fixed before him. Old Jack had learned all this information in advance so that they would not arrive at Nuoding City Junior Soul Master Academy knowing nothing. Su Xing continued practicing the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer while thinking. "Hehe." Su Xing. Thus, Clang! Many villagers from Holy Soul Village came to see them off at the village entrance. A woman stepped forward, waved at Su Xing, and said with a smile, "Xiao Su, when you get to Nuoding City, do not forget us. My Xiao Cui is still waiting for you." "All right. Once I become a Titled Douluo someday, we can make up another story about this little handprint." Su Xing and Tang San arrived at the stone pillar at the village entrance bearing the Soul Sage's handprint. Each carried a small bundle on his back as they followed Old Jack. Clang! Clang! ... "..." Su Xing's face darkened as he glanced at the baby in the woman's arms. "This Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer feels like it needs some improvements." The villagers waved goodbye to them. Clang! "Xiao Su, you really make trouble wherever you go. What are you trying to do now?" Old Jack angrily struck his cane against the ground several times and rebuked him. Outside Holy Soul Village. The villagers waved goodbye to them. "Not bad. This weight feels manageable." "Xiao Su, you really make trouble wherever you go. What are you trying to do now?" Old Jack angrily struck his cane against the ground several times and rebuked him. Su Xing planted his feet firmly on the ground. His calves suddenly exerted force, sending power upward. He half turned his body, swung the massive forging hammer through a full slanted arc, and smashed it heavily onto the pig iron. Leaning on the hammer's handle and catching his breath, Su Xing muttered, "Wait, I nearly forgot about this." Su Xing suddenly spoke, then ran toward the stone pillar bearing the Soul Sage's handprint. "Thirteen... eighteen... twenty-one!" The villagers waved goodbye to them. Three days later. At the distant Blacksmith Shop. "Xiao Su, Xiao San, let's go. It's getting late." Old Jack spoke sternly. "Wait, I nearly forgot about this." Su Xing suddenly spoke, then ran toward the stone pillar bearing the Soul Sage's handprint. Clang! At first, it really was difficult. After hammering all day, Su Xing could only rely on his physical strength to forcibly make each strike stronger than the last. He seemingly had not yet found a way to improve the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. Clang! "Hehe." Su Xing. At first, it really was difficult. After hammering all day, Su Xing could only rely on his physical strength to forcibly make each strike stronger than the last. He seemingly had not yet found a way to improve the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. Tang San did not know, however. "..." "All right, all right, everyone, go home. This is not some distant journey. Nuoding City is only half a day away, so do not make it sound like a final farewell." Old Jack smiled. "Xiao Su, Xiao San, once you become Soul Masters, do not forget to come back and see us!" "..." "Thirteen... eighteen... twenty-one!" Su Xing completed the final strike of twenty-one consecutive blows, then spun twice in place with the forging hammer to dissipate its momentum. "All right, all right, everyone, go home. This is not some distant journey. Nuoding City is only half a day away, so do not make it sound like a final farewell." Old Jack smiled. ... Holy Soul Village was not far from Nuoding City. Old Jack led Su Xing and Tang San for half a day, and after eating some simple dry rations on the road, they could vaguely see Nuoding City's outline by afternoon. Tang San's face darkened, and he froze where he stood. Finally, the head of the forging hammer slammed heavily into the ground. Outside Holy Soul Village. Su Xing slapped the stone pillar with one hand. Immediately, a small palm print was left on its surface. Today was the day he and Tang San would go to Nuoding City Junior Soul Master Academy to register. "..." Everyone's faces darkened, but smiles appeared on all of them at the same time. "All right, all right, everyone, go home. This is not some distant journey. Nuoding City is only half a day away, so do not make it sound like a final farewell." Old Jack smiled. Today was the day he and Tang San would go to Nuoding City Junior Soul Master Academy to register. After twenty-one consecutive strikes, the shape of the pig iron had not changed at all, but it had shrunk by an entire circle. At the distant Blacksmith Shop. "Yes, Xiao San, you are very clever. But advanced Soul Master Academies are not places commoners like us can enter. In the Heaven Dou Empire, there are only two advanced Soul Master Academies in total." Old Jack nodded. "Mm, I understand, Uncle Wang." Tang San scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. Su Xing slapped the stone pillar with one hand. Immediately, a small palm print was left on its surface. "This Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer feels like it needs some improvements." "Thirteen... eighteen... twenty-one!" "All right, all right, everyone, go home. This is not some distant journey. Nuoding City is only half a day away, so do not make it sound like a final farewell." Old Jack smiled. The villagers waved goodbye to them. At that moment, a large black Haozi carrying a massive iron hammer shot past beneath the tree, bringing with it a sharp gust of wind. At first, it really was difficult. After hammering all day, Su Xing could only rely on his physical strength to forcibly make each strike stronger than the last. He seemingly had not yet found a way to improve the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. ...