Fifty Pieces of God Metal, Long Xingyu's Questions, Rest!

"It's complete. A one-hundred-percent fusion rate, and with the Six-Winged Angel's power added to it, it can now truly be called God Metal."

"From One-Word Battle Armor to Four-Word Battle Armor, even that so-called Six-Word Battle Armor, all of it can be forged using this as a foundation. There won't be much difficulty either. Metal with such a fusion rate is truly terrifying. And judging by this, the Light energy within it is also exceptionally compatible with knights of the Light Attribute."

"Next, I can begin the real forging," Ye Ling murmured.

Then, he began the next step.

Once Spirit Alloy had been successfully forged, if its fusion rate exceeded sixty percent, one could skip Hundred-Temper and directly begin Thousand-Temper.

Ye Ling did not hesitate and began Thousand-Temper.

In an instant.

Thousand Forging Second Grade.

Thousand Forging First Grade.

Thousand Forging with Sentience, Half-step Spirit Forging—Ye Ling completed them all.

But that was as far as things went.

Ye Ling did not continue forging. What he needed next was One-Word Battle Armor, and Thousand-Temper Spirit Alloy was enough. Half-step Spirit Forging Thousand Forging First Grade was already the limit of what it could bear.

Still, that was not a major problem.

Because it could be upgraded at any time later, allowing the One-Word Battle Armor to advance into the realm of Two-Word Battle Armor.

"Next, I'll keep forging. Time isn't that tight anyway. Maybe I can forge countless pieces of Jade Silver in one go, then find a way to forge my own Battle Armor afterward."

Ye Ling muttered to himself.

Forging Battle Armor was troublesome. According to the rules, Inscription Engraving and many other procedures were needed before it could truly be completed.

However, Ye Ling had seen other methods in the Divine Craftsman's Notes. Perhaps he could try experimenting with them later.

For now, it was better to forge enough Battle Armor materials first.

Very quickly, he immersed himself once more in forging Rare Metals.

The Rare Metals he had obtained earlier were still sufficient.

Soon, an entire night passed.

Ye Ling's forging finally came to an end.

Over the course of one night and half a day, around twelve hours, Ye Ling forged nearly fifty special pieces of Divine Jade Silver. Every one of them was nearly perfect and fully met his needs.

"Although I replenish Innate Internal Spiritual Power extremely quickly, after an entire night, my spiritual power has nearly been exhausted. I'll stop for now. After resting for a while, I'll forge the Battle Armor components," Ye Ling murmured.

Then, he said nothing more and put away the pile of Rare Metals and his Forged Equipment.

It was over.

When he turned around, he saw Cai'er sleeping soundly, Long Haochen looking at Ye Ling excitedly as though he had learned a great deal, and Long Xingyu silently walking toward Ye Ling.

Long Xingyu soon approached and took out a Sixth-Order Pill that could replenish spiritual power and dispel fatigue from his storage equipment.

He handed it to Ye Ling.

Ye Ling did not hesitate and swallowed it directly.

Then, he used the Six-Winged Angel martial soul to begin restoring his Inner Spiritual Power.

"What was that Goddess of Light that appeared behind you while you were forging? Exactly how much Innate Internal Spiritual Power do you have? Are you a Son of Light?" Long Xingyu did not beat around the bush and straightforwardly asked his questions.

Mm, that was really fast.

Ye Ling could barely process it.

He felt somewhat helpless.

He had known that displaying his martial soul—and the dense, almost liquid Light energy within it, as well as its extremely high quality—would definitely draw Long Xingyu's attention.

"Yes, I am a Son of Light." Ye Ling nodded without hiding it. At this point, no matter what he said, Long Xingyu would not believe him otherwise. Besides, Ye Ling had never intended to conceal it from Long Xingyu for too long. From the moment Long Xingyu had been willing to summon the Throne of Judgment even when Ye Ling grabbed him, Ye Ling had already acknowledged him.

"A Son of Light with ninety points of Innate Internal Spiritual Power?" Long Xingyu asked again.

"Ninety points does indeed qualify as a Son of Light, but I have more than ninety points. According to the calculations back then, my Innate Internal Spiritual Power was one hundred points," Ye Ling answered truthfully.

Hearing this, Long Xingyu could not help drawing in a sharp breath.

One hundred points.

No, were you even human?

Hundred Points Innate Internal Spiritual Power.

Then, in the next moment, he continued asking, "What about the angel behind you? What is that?"

"Is that something all Sons of Light have?"

"I haven't met any other Sons of Light, but I can assure you that this is not something a Son of Light would possess. In this world, if nothing unexpected happens, I may be the only one who has it," Ye Ling continued.

Hearing that, Long Xingyu wanted to ask more, but after thinking about it, he did not.

He merely nodded, signaling for Ye Ling to do whatever he needed to do.

Ye Ling did not say much. He simply walked silently to Cai'er's side. Seeing her adorable sleeping posture, it looked as though drool was about to drip from the corner of her mouth.

After sensing Ye Ling's presence approaching, Cai'er woke from her sleep. Still groggy, she looked at Ye Ling and said, "Good morning, Brother Ye Ling."

Cai'er was still half-asleep.

But she could not be blamed. This was the first peaceful sleep she had had since she was three years old. Under any other circumstances, even if she wanted to sleep, the pain from the Reincarnation Trial would wake her.

Even if she did not wake up, she would constantly twitch from the pain in her sleep.

Ye Ling knew about this, and all he felt toward Cai'er was heartache. Seeing her adorable, clueless expression after just waking from a dream, he could not help reaching out and pinching her little nose.

"Good morning." Then, he rubbed Cai'er's head.

A moment later, he looked toward Long Haochen. Long Haochen was gazing at Ye Ling with sparkling eyes as he said, "Brother Ye, can you teach me Fusion Forging now?"

"I want to learn too!"

"Can you Thousand-Temper now?" Ye Ling asked.

"No. I've already built a foundation in Hundred-Temper, but I've never been able to step into Thousand-Temper. I asked Teacher Xingyu, and he said it might be because my Inner Spiritual Power hasn't awakened yet, which is why I can't Thousand-Temper. Is that true?" Long Haochen asked in confusion.

"That's right. Spiritual power is the foundation of Thousand-Temper, while Thousand Forging First Grade is the foundation of Spirit Forging. And to some extent, if you want to forge high-quality Fusion Forging Spirit Alloy, you must know Thousand-Temper. So even if I wanted to teach you now, you wouldn't be able to learn it. Focus on building your foundation for the time being," Ye Ling said.

Although he did not want Long Haochen to feel bad, he still needed to give him a proper understanding of this matter.

Long Haochen was somewhat discouraged upon hearing that, but in the end, he nodded firmly.

After seeing Long Haochen regain his confidence,

Ye Ling said nothing more. He simply found a place and began to rest.

A night of forging had left him extremely fatigued. He could endure it, but if he had the choice, there was no need to force himself.