The Main Body Martial Soul Bore It All

Duan Tie had Su Ming practice on his own to get a feel for it.

Su Ming had some talent, and he had also read about the relevant techniques and experience in the Blacksmith Basic Compendium. It took him only an hour to complete the task Duan Tie had assigned.

The essence of the task was not to hammer the iron block into a long strip, but to let him explore techniques such as the angles of his strikes.

Duan Tie was very satisfied after inspecting it.

"Not bad. Now hammer it into a cube."

He assigned another task, then went back to work.

Another hour later, Su Ming finished the task.

"Not bad at all." Duan Tie was quite surprised after checking it.

He had Su Ming use several small hammers to strike iron blocks no larger than a fist, shaping them with greater precision.

He first took out several simple molds, such as swords and knives, and had Su Ming forge them.

By the end of the day, Su Ming was exhausted to the point of collapse.

His entire body was sore and weak.

Yet it was precisely this kind of forging that allowed him to quickly familiarize himself with every point where his body exerted force. Combined with the teachings in the compendium, he used the forging process to work every joint and muscle in his body, strengthening himself more effectively.

This was a technique that would become very popular in the forging world in the future, allowing blacksmiths to train their bodies while forging.

Different blacksmiths had different limits.

This was merely a basic technique, not something particularly profound. In the cultivation of Soul Masters, who possessed their own methods of improving their physical qualities, it was not even worth mentioning.

Unfortunately, Su Ming had no method of his own to improve his physical condition, so he could only start with the smallest details.

After eating his fill and returning to the academy, Su Ming headed straight for Seven Dormitory and entered meditation.

"My entire body is sore and weak, but after being soothed by Soul Power, it really feels wonderful."

While enjoying that comfortable sensation, he pondered what else he could do in cultivation.

Because his current focus in exploring the cultivation of the Main Body Martial Soul was to transfer the Main Body Martial Soul's progress to his Main Body, his line of thought was naturally set.

"Today, my Martial Soul did not suffer at all. Instead, my Main Body was exhausted."

"I wonder if I can transfer all the sensations in my body to my Martial Soul."

The Martial Soul's gains could be transferred to the Main Body, so could changes in the Main Body be synchronized with the Martial Soul?

Or even transferred over to the Martial Soul.

Could the Main Body avoid paying the price and have the Martial Soul bear the burden instead?

A Martial Soul was inherently a special form. It would recover quickly, and as long as it did not exceed its limits, perhaps it could recover ten or even a hundred times faster than the Main Body.

Once he thought of it, he did it.

Once he did it, he saw it through.

In some respects, a Martial Soul was extremely convenient. It was part of a Soul Master, yet unlike ordinary organs, it could be consciously controlled by the Soul Master.

When Su Ming thought about transferring his body's pain to his Martial Soul, the idea was quickly realized.

This was also thanks to his Main Body Martial Soul. With another Martial Soul, there would always be some incompatibility with the Soul Master's Main Body, and the pain could not be transferred perfectly.

"Recover!"

Su Ming circulated his Soul Power and healed the injuries of his Martial Soul.

At the same time, he projected the progress his Martial Soul had gained through this cycle of damage and recovery onto his Main Body.

"Mm~~~ Feels amazing!"

As Su Ming enjoyed the thrill of this progress, he planned out his future cultivation.

"From now on, as long as pain and other negative sensations do not exceed the limit, I'll transfer them all to my Martial Soul immediately. That way, I can enjoy the gains at the same time."

The next day.

Su Ming returned to the Duan Clan Forging Shop.

He tested his idea.

Sure enough, all the soreness and weakness in his body had vanished, replaced by a tingling, pleasurable sensation.

With every swing of the hammer, the joints in his wrists, arms, waist, and everywhere else that exerted force felt pleasantly numb and tingly.

Duan Tie secretly observed Su Ming and felt that the boy was exceptionally suited for forging. He could actually wear an expression of enjoyment while forging rather than one of pain.

He did not even need to grit his teeth and endure it. Instead, he completed the forging process with an utterly blissful expression!

Was he a natural-born forging prodigy?

Every day afterward, Duan Tie watched Su Ming. He discovered that Su Ming was genuinely enjoying himself. Even swinging the Forging Hammer for several consecutive hours could not make him show the slightest expression of pain.

Most importantly, Su Ming improved incredibly quickly, changing almost every day. He could swiftly accomplish Duan Tie's targets, and after just half a month—though Duan Tie spent several days repeatedly testing him—Duan Tie determined that he could officially join the Forging Shop's regular forging work.

"You're already a qualified blacksmith. From now on, I'll give you a share of the Forging Shop's orders as well," Duan Tie said. "Your wages will be the same as theirs: one Silver Soul Coin a month, with bonuses when business is good."

"Thank you, Boss."

The days passed one after another.

All three Su Mings had entered the proper track of cultivation.

The past Su Ming used forging to temper his body, stimulating the mutual growth of his Main Body Martial Soul and Main Body, while his Soul Power also increased rapidly.

Now that he had obtained his first Soul Ring, the current Su Ming was personally taught by his grandfather Su Can and studied all kinds of knowledge related to Soul Tools.

The future Su Ming cultivated at Sky Sea Academy.

In the blink of an eye, nine months had passed since enrollment.

The past Su Ming broke through.

"Finally, Level 10."

His cultivation speed had been steady, maintaining a pace of one level every two months. He had broken through to Level 7 one month after enrolling, then reached Level 9 after another four months. Only the jump from Level 9 to Level 10 had slowed his cultivation speed before he finally broke through to Level 10.

"Twice as long." Su Ming thought to himself, Is it because this level is essentially worth two levels? Breaking from Level 9 to Level 10, even if the Soul Ring is only a Ten-Year Soul Ring, can still bring me to Level 11. Most of the Soul Power here comes from the Soul Master's cultivation...

"Awakening my Martial Soul and reaching Level 10 within a year is acceptable."

Su Ming was still easily satisfied. After all, his Innate Soul Power was only Level 5. In the era of Dou Yi, this speed was already extremely exaggerated.

"Over these nine months, including the income from the Forging Shop and my work-study job, I've saved two Gold Soul Coins."

The work-study students' task was to clean the academy. They earned ten Copper Soul Coins per month, which was effectively one Silver Soul Coin. The blacksmith shop's base wage was also one Silver Soul Coin. As Su Ming's Soul Power gradually increased and the quality of his work improved, he also received quite a few raises.

That allowed him to save two Gold Soul Coins in nine months.

(PS: Douluo's currency system was broken from the start. In the Original Work, work-study students earned ten Copper Soul Coins per day, yet it also said that one Gold Soul Coin was Tang San's income for three years. So this book will not compare its currency-related matters to the Original Work. Just giving you guys a heads-up.)

Two Gold Soul Coins was not much.

After becoming a Soul Master, one could receive a subsidy of one Gold Soul Coin from Spirit Hall every month without doing anything. It could even accumulate if one forgot to collect it, allowing it to be claimed all at once when convenient.

"Two Gold Soul Coins makes hiring someone for a Hunt Soul difficult." Su Ming pondered.

The teachers of Nuoding Academy?

They would most likely just kill a Ten-Year Soul Ring and call it a day. Otherwise, Xiao Chenyu would not have been so shocked upon seeing a Hundred-Year Soul Ring.

Hire a Hunt Soul team?

People were treacherous, and two Gold Soul Coins were nowhere near enough.