Subsequent Developments, Long Haochen's Success

Purification.

It was the foundation of forging, and also the foundation of Hundred-Temper.

For a Forging Master, if you could not succeed at purification and could not complete perfect Hundred-Forging Purification afterward,

then even if you could inscribe runes or possessed extraordinary insight into the subsequent Thousand-Temper, Spirit Forging, Soul Forging, and even Heavenly Forging, you still could not truly succeed.

That was the importance of purification.

To complete Thousand-Temper later on, your Rare Metal had to reach a purification rate of ninety percent. For Spirit Forging, it had to be one hundred percent. Even the slightest impurity would greatly increase the possibility of failure.

Even if you succeeded, with just one percent impurity, the Spirit Forging Metal you forged might not be much better than Thousand Forging First Grade.

Spirit Forging was already like this, so there was no need to mention the later Soul Forging and Heavenly Forging.

"Alright, Brother Ye." After hearing Ye Ling's words, Long Haochen nodded. Without much hesitation, he gripped the hammer in his hand and stood before Ye Ling's Forging Platform, his little face filled with determination as he swung at a piece of Pig Iron within.

With one strike, the Pig Iron deformed slightly. Long Haochen was quite strong; although that piece of Pig Iron could not undergo Hundred-Temper in an instant, the changes within it were visible to the naked eye.

That change brought a smile to Long Haochen's face. He had completed the first strike. Having gotten past this habitual and most difficult first strike, with his comprehension, everything afterward would not be too difficult.

At the very least, it would not be difficult to the point of troubling Long Haochen.

Given the current situation, it would not be hard for Long Haochen to achieve the sixty-percent Hundred-Forging Purification required of a First Grade Forging Master. Passing in one go would not be a problem at all.

Thinking this, Ye Ling smiled and then looked toward Long Xingyu at the side.

At that moment, Long Xingyu seemed to be contemplating something. He was carefully considering Ye Ling, Long Haochen, and their dangerous operation.

Who knew what he was thinking.

When he sensed Ye Ling looking at him, Long Xingyu silently looked back. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Ye Ling, do you think we can defeat the demon race?"

Long Xingyu's voice was full of exhaustion. He had not originally wanted to say such things, but after seeing Ye Ling and Long Haochen's talents, he suddenly could not hold himself back.

With a few thoughts in mind, he simply spoke them aloud.

"Things reach their extreme and reverse. The once-mighty Glorious Church prospered for so long, for thousands upon tens of thousands of years, yet was it not turned upside down by a single powerhouse over several thousand years? After that, the Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars descended upon the Holy Demon Continent and forced humanity into its current state."

"Six thousand years have passed since then. Throughout this time, countless predecessors have fought without cease, carrying on what came before and opening the way ahead, all to save humanity from the demon race's grasp. Perhaps, in the not-too-distant future, humanity truly will defeat the demon race once again and reclaim control of the Holy Demon Continent." Ye Ling spoke calmly, but his words carried immense confidence.

Because he knew. He truly knew.

When humanity's salvation would arrive.

It was in this very era!

And now that he had transmigrated here, everything would become even better.

Ye Ling did not believe his appearance would change this inevitable outcome. His thoughts had always been that he could change everything, and change it for the better—completely erasing every regret that should never have existed, while helping humanity turn the tables as quickly as possible!

Hearing this, Long Xingyu froze. Looking at Ye Ling, shock flashed through his eyes. He felt all kinds of strange light shimmering around Ye Ling, continuously rising up, incomparably brilliant.

And that was not all.

He felt that when Ye Ling spoke those words, he resembled the current foremost knight of the Knight Temple, the Sky Knight Yang Haoyu. Yang Haoyu had once spoken to Long Xingyu in the same way, and Long Xingyu had studied by his side for a time, so he immediately reacted.

At the same time, he was astonished by Ye Ling's knowledge. In the current age, most ancient texts from the Glorious Era had long since vanished, with only a small number preserved alongside certain records.

Learning of them required some effort.

Yet Ye Ling could speak of them so casually. Clearly, he had put in considerable effort to thoroughly understand this piece of history.

Perhaps what he said was not a lie, but something that would truly happen in the future.

Thinking this, Long Xingyu made a decision in his heart.

He had to hurry.

"Haochen's External Spiritual Power has already reached one hundred points. Next, I plan to have him go to the Haoyue Branch Temple and obtain its recognition. What do you think?" Long Xingyu looked at Ye Ling and asked quietly. He was not consulting Ye Ling; he wanted Ye Ling to become involved in the matter.

"Of course he can. The current Haoyue Branch Temple does not have so many inexplicable schemes. It is very different from other places and quite suitable for Haochen right now. In the future, he can also use the Haoyue Branch Temple's position to participate in a Demon Hunting Group."

Ye Ling spoke, then added, "But there's no need to rush. Wait a few more months for now. When the time comes, I can go to the Haoyue Branch Temple with him."

Ye Ling spoke with a faint smile. Hearing this, Long Xingyu nodded.

He could not remain by Long Haochen's side forever, so he chose to give Long Haochen a few more paths. That would be much more convenient.

It would help improve his strength and assist Long Xingyu's plans.

And Ye Ling was one of those paths.

"Alright." Thinking this, Long Xingyu nodded. Then Ye Ling stopped looking at him.

Instead, he turned his gaze toward Long Haochen.

Unlike other beginners who had started learning from childhood, their strength and spiritual power were far inferior to Long Haochen's. Coupled with equipment issues, they might need to swing thousands or even tens of thousands of times before they could barely achieve purification.

But Long Haochen was different. He already had a certain foundation of strength, so he had now completed the forging. His body was drenched in sweat as he panted heavily and looked ahead.

He had finished. This was already his Limit.

It could even be said that he had surpassed his Limit.

He only stopped after completely exhausting himself.

If his willpower had not been exceptionally strong as well, Long Haochen would have collapsed by now.

Long Xingyu came to his senses and immediately steadied Ye Ling's body, then took out a pill and fed it to Long Haochen.

Ye Ling rapidly cooled that piece of Pig Iron, then began inspecting the quality of the iron ingot Long Haochen had forged.

In the end, he saw the result.

"Purification rate: eighty percent. Haochen, you can be considered an entry-level First Grade Forging Master." Ye Ling looked at Long Haochen as he spoke.

Long Haochen's talent truly was not bad.

Although forging did not really suit his style, since Ye Ling knew it, he would teach him!

If he had a chance to use these forging techniques for profit or to change certain things in the future, then Long Haochen would be the best assistant.

He could save Ye Ling a great deal of trouble.