The Forging Journey Begins

Hearing this, Tang Wu Lin listened with a serious and attentive expression.

"Whenever a Soul Master cultivates to a level that is a multiple of ten, they need to hunt Soul Beasts and obtain a soul ring in order to break through. But after research by those two Titled Douluo, and over ten thousand years of study, it was discovered that Soul Spirits had greater advantages than soul rings. High-level Soul Spirits can even grow, and they can be artificially created to a certain extent. As for us, we can only buy them from the Spirit Pagoda."

"Dad..."

"Your dad doesn't have much ability, but I can still support our family. So, there are two ways to obtain a Soul Spirit from the Spirit Pagoda. One is for students with exceptionally outstanding Martial Souls and fast cultivation speeds. They can receive their first Soul Spirit for free."

Listening to his father, Tang Wu Lin could not help spacing out for a moment. He truly had never considered this issue before.

At the same time, he thought of Wu Yang Jin. Yang Jin would definitely have a way to obtain a Soul Spirit through the first method, and Tang Wu Lin was rather envious of him because of it.

Besides, for a child like Tang Wu Lin, the concept of money was still very vague.

"Dad, then...?"

"Dad's abilities only go this far. I'll work hard over the next few years to help you save up a little. Before we talk about that, do you remember what Little Jin said?"

"What Yang Jin said?"

"Yes. Dad has always found that child rather extraordinary. In many ways, he doesn't seem like someone his age."

"Mm, Yang Jin really does seem amazing!"

"Still, he once told Dad about what it was like to learn forging. Dad also told him about Uncle Mang Tian."

"Ah, I remember Uncle Mang Tian! He even came to our house before."

"He's an excellent Forging Master. I told him about your and Yang Jin's situation, and he said he could give you two a chance to become apprentices. Although Little Jin seemingly doesn't need this method, learning it wouldn't be a bad thing for him."

"I can do it, Dad! I'm willing to save up and buy a Soul Spirit myself. But... I want to discuss it with Yang Jin first."

"Alright, no problem. Go ask him over the next few days."

This man named Mang Tian was also quite renowned.

When Tang Wu Lin went to ask Wu Yang Jin...

"Of course I'm willing too. Then let's go together. I was originally wondering whether we needed to interview first or take some other route."

"Mm, then let's go together, Yang Jin!" Tang Wu Lin said happily.

(By the way, let me clarify something here. Tang Wu Lin will not be gender-bent in this book. There will be no gender-bending in this book, so please rest assured.)

As for forging, Wu Yang Jin had also asked Old Long and Sister Xue about it.

"Hmm? Forging? You want to start learning now?" Old Long asked.

"Little Jin, do you think there won't be any problem?"

"Mm, I think I should rely on myself to earn money and work too. And now that I'm Na'er's older brother, I need to work even harder."

Old Long had originally planned to let Wu Yang Jin begin learning after he entered a higher-level academy, but since he wanted to learn now, it was not impossible.

"Mm, if you truly have such determination, there is no need to stop you. So, do you think you can handle it?"

"Mm, I'm prepared for it!"

Hearing this, Old Long seemed to think of something. He conjured something for Wu Yang Jin within the Sea of Consciousness: a forging hammer and some other items.

"Eh? Old Long, this is...?"

"Mm, I want you to give this a try. Pick up the hammer and strike it. Let me see."

"How many times should I hammer it?"

"Mm... hammer until you're tired. This is the task I'm giving you."

Old Long spoke quite seriously, so Wu Yang Jin decided to give it a try.

"I understand!"

Before him was a forging hammer that appeared to be made from mixed metals. It was around thirty centimeters long and looked like an ordinary hammer, yet Wu Yang Jin could sense that it was anything but ordinary.

Before picking it up, he was actually a little nervous. He did not know much about forging, though he knew that most forging hammers weighed roughly five or six kilograms.

Of course, even for an adult, swinging such a forging hammer was no easy task, much less for an ordinary six-year-old child.

The crucial thing was that he did not know how many strikes he would need to make, though it would definitely be at least... uh, he had no idea.

With the enhancement of his Martial Soul, he was still young, but he could give it a try. After awakening his bloodline tempering, his strength and recovery abilities still surpassed those of ordinary people.

He then steadied himself and began swinging. The ringing of metal spread through the air, and the number of hammer strikes gradually rose.

As he continued swinging his arm, in less than ten minutes, he had already completed nearly five hundred strikes.

Yet during that time, sweat had long since soaked him through, and he felt something strange.

It was as though he was doing nothing but hammering over and over again. It felt especially lonely and desolate, and as the number of strikes increased, the pressure in his heart and the soreness in his arm grew stronger and stronger.

He felt as if he could no longer hold on. Sweat dripped to the ground as he struggled inwardly, wondering what he should do.

But at that moment...

He seemed to sense a force constantly circulating within him. It relaxed him greatly, making him tougher and stronger.

Moreover, it felt as though someone was helping him hammer. Though he could not see anyone, it seemed that behind him stood a tall, handsome man, helping him.

At the same time, along with each of his strikes, that corresponding force awakened another power and bloodline deep within him. It restored his stamina, and the torment in his heart lessened somewhat.

Until a certain moment...

"Mm, that's enough. I don't really understand this number, but I have a feeling that it must be a pretty good result."

"Mm, for you right now, Little Jin, this is indeed already quite good."

Wu Yang Jin sat down, panting heavily. After all, this was his first time forging, but his breathing and strength quickly recovered.

"Eh? I hammered that many times?! Hah... hah... It really was tiring, even in here."

"Mm, not bad. I was right about you. Let's end it here for today. Go rest first and prepare for your future forging work."

"Mm, I understand."

With that, he had already left the Sea of Consciousness. Na'er was sleeping beside him, curled up against him, and he smiled when he saw her.

He had not expected Na'er to wait for him. Though she had waited so long that she fell asleep from exhaustion, he still felt very happy.

Afterward, he picked Na'er up. She was not awakened, but she instinctively clutched him tightly, as if unwilling to let go.

After returning to the room, Wu Yang Jin put Na'er on the bed, tucked her in, and then returned to the sofa to sleep.

When the next day arrived, Tang Wu Lin and he prepared to head to Mang Tian's place in Aolai City. The two of them were actually rather nervous...

But given who they were, what difficulty could this pose for them? For Tang Wu Lin, it was merely another stage of fate's tempering. For Wu Yang Jin... haha, he could treat it as training too.

In truth, Aolai City was not particularly large. Mang Tian's workshop and the Red Mountain Elementary Academy that Wu Yang Jin and the others attended were both located in the city center, so it did not take long before the two arrived outside Mang Tian's workshop.