The Youngest Spirit Forging Master, Setting Off for Ming Capital (Please Follow)

"Buzz..."

As their communication continued, the Blue Pregnant Copper quickly responded. Intensifying blue flames surged from its surface, while the soul power within the forging hammers was swallowed by it like mud sinking into the sea.

Feeling his soul power gradually running dry, Feng Zaixing remained completely calm. He switched the hammer to his left hand and swung both hammers one-handed, while his right hand, wrapped in crimson bloodline power, pressed against one corner of the Blue Pregnant Copper, continuously imbuing it with spirit through his bloodline power.

His movements were practiced, as though he had done this thousands upon thousands of times. From the beginning, he had forged with bloodline power rather than soul power.

The Blue Pregnant Copper showed no discomfort. Instead, it changed even faster. Its pale blue halo grew weaker and weaker, while crimson-golden light began to coil around Feng Zaixing's twin hammers. Crimson represented bloodline power, while gold represented soul power.

"Blood Sacrifice!"

Feng Zaixing withdrew his right hand and forced out a mouthful of blood, letting it fall onto the Blue Pregnant Copper, which had shrunk to less than one-tenth of its original size. Then he slammed down with the final hammer!

"Boom..."

A cluster of crimson-golden flames shot into the sky, rising more than eight feet high. It pulsed with vitality, and within the flames, tiny angels seemed to be soaring freely, reveling in the freedom of their new life.

The next instant, the life-filled Blue Pregnant Copper miraculously melted into liquid. It fused with the forging hammers, then silently merged into Feng Zaixing's palm, making the pale-faced youth look somewhat better.

Na'er hurriedly handed him an energy drink, then took out a handkerchief. Standing on tiptoe, she gently wiped the sweat from Feng Zaixing's face inch by inch, her movements soft and tender, her eyes filled with heartache—just as Feng Zaixing had wiped away her tears when they first met.

"Big Brother..." Deep concern showed in Na'er's eyes and voice.

Mu Ye pointed from afar, sending strands of soul power into Feng Zaixing to help him recover quickly.

"Don't worry, Na'er. When has your big brother ever gotten into trouble? It's just a small problem."

Feng Zaixing came back to himself and smiled. He cast an expectant look at Zhen Hua. "Teacher?"

"With your mind and spirit united, Myriad Forge Sentience has been achieved. The metal to which you personally bestowed life has fused with your forging hammers, elevating them into Spirit Forging-grade forging hammers and merging into your body."

Zhen Hua's voice carried a sacred quality, solemn and excited as he stared at Feng Zaixing and slowly said:

"Though I find this utterly unbelievable, I must say it now. Zaixing, you have created a record that perhaps no one will ever surpass—the youngest Level 5 Blacksmith."

"Congratulations. You have truly entered the hall of blacksmiths and gained your own spiritual nature."

Zhen Hua sighed, speaking with emotion. "You have already mastered all the fundamental forging techniques. Next, your cultivation focus should be on soul power. You can spend three years stabilizing these Spirit Forging techniques, then naturally become a Rank 6 Master Craftsman."

"I heard that once blacksmiths reach the Spirit Forging level, we need to start trying to mix different metals in certain proportions to create higher-quality alloys. And the most important thing about alloys is the formula, right?"

Feng Zaixing's eyes shifted slightly as he smiled. "Top-tier Battle Armor is built on alloys. I can't let my craftsmanship fall behind. Since I'm about to leave for Ming Capital, Teacher, shouldn't you give me a little more support?"

Zhen Hua immediately rolled his eyes in irritation. "Quite a few people in the association say you're aiming too high, and they aren't wrong. You just completed one Spirit Forging and you're already thinking about alloy forging? That's the domain of a Level 6 Blacksmith. Why don't you break through to Three Rings first?"

"Your progress has been too fast. It's time for you to settle down... Heh, I never imagined I would one day worry about a forging genius advancing through cultivation realms too quickly."

Zhen Hua shook his head with a self-mocking smile, but he had no choice. If he did not restrain Feng Zaixing a little, he felt that Feng Zaixing might dare to challenge Saint Craftsman before reaching Seven Rings, or even force his way toward Divine Craftsman.

If he ended up with hidden injuries, the consequences would be unimaginable. Even he and Mu Ye might not be able to handle them.

"Cultivation isn't difficult. If I focused on breaking through, reaching Three Rings would be no problem."

Feng Zaixing rubbed his hands together, his face full of anticipation. "So, Teacher, does that mean you've agreed to give your disciple some Alloy Formulas?"

"Fine, fine, fine. I only have so much to my name. If I don't give it to you, who else would I give it to? There's a token of mine inside. It should carry some weight."

Zhen Hua took out a Jade Crystal Space Ring and tossed it to Feng Zaixing, clearly having prepared it long ago.

"But remember this: after arriving in Ming Capital, do not reveal your forging abilities lightly. At least until you become a Soul Elder, do not go to the Ming Capital Forgemaster Association."

Zhen Hua's expression turned solemn. "Since I appeared, the status of us blacksmiths has risen steadily. Over the years, countless people have coveted our abilities and resources."

"The four great top-tier powers, the Five Military Families, and several ancient Soul Master families and sects are all watching us. They send blacksmiths they trained into the association to gather intelligence. I don't know how many spies are hiding in Ming Capital, but there certainly won't be few."

This teacher earnestly warned him, "Although most blacksmiths are passionate about forging, some harbor sinister intentions. Ming Capital is not Heaven Dou City. Even though Old Mu and I have made arrangements in advance, you must be careful in all things."

"Once you become a Soul Elder, you can begin making Battle Armor. At that point, informing a small circle of people won't be a major issue. If it weren't for the need to send you out for experience, Old Mu could have completed your Battle Armor for you."

Mu Ye stood beside them with his hands behind his back, smiling as he said:

"That's right, Zaixing. For the earlier Three-Word Battle Armor, find someone yourself to make it. Leave the final Four-Word Battle Armor to your teacher here. I'm not bragging—my ability in the field of Mecha Manufacturing is on the same level as Zhen Hua's ability in forging."

"Other Rank 9 Mecha Manufacturers are Rank 9 because that's the highest rank they can reach. I'm Rank 9 because Rank 9 is currently the highest level there is." Mu Ye puffed out his chest, his face full of pride.

"I will remember both Teachers' words."

Feng Zaixing was filled with respect and bowed deeply.

He knew clearly that ever since he broke through to Two Rings, Zhen Hua and Mu Ye had used many of their connections to make arrangements in Ming Capital in advance. He would forever remember this kindness of protecting his path.

Na'er's beautiful eyes flashed as she jumped up. "And me, and me! I'll learn cooking and mecha design from Teacher. In the future, I'll design the best Battle Armor in the world for Big Brother!"

"Haha, I truly have successors now! Hahahaha..."

Mu Ye laughed heartily, joy filling his eyes. What he was most proud of in his life was not the Primal Body Sect's ultimate arts, but his god-tier mecha techniques and cooking skills.

Now, his eldest disciple had succeeded in cultivating the Innate Secret Method. His second disciple studied the strengths of many schools, while his third disciple had not only inherited some of his cooking skills, but was also learning the mecha design and manufacturing concepts he was most proud of.

Na'er had no martial soul, but that did not prevent her from learning the vast ocean of mecha design knowledge. At such a young age, she was already a Level 3 Mecha Designer. Though she was not as astonishing as Feng Zaixing, she absolutely deserved to be called a peerless genius.

What a pity that you ultimately cannot cultivate, child. Mu Ye smiled bitterly to himself, unwilling to dampen Na'er's enthusiasm.

Na'er had high comprehension, powerful spiritual power, and considerable bloodline power. If she had a martial soul, even a useless one, she would be a potential Super Douluo. At worst, she could undergo a Second Awakening.

Over the past year and a half, Na'er had practiced the Primal Body Sect's Meditation Method and learned it quickly. But without a martial soul, no matter how well she practiced, it was useless.

Mu Ye could only sigh over this, filled with regret.

The difference between ordinary people and Soul Masters was enormous. It first showed in lifespan and appearance. Whenever he thought that, a hundred years from now, the youngest and most adorable of his three disciples would be the first to pass away, he could not help but worry. Everyone in their sect valued emotions deeply.

Damn it, what kind of useless trash were Na'er's family? Not only did they abandon their daughter, they could not even pass down a martial soul to her. A bunch of garbage!

Half a month later.

"Big Brother, Big Brother, is this the train that goes to Ming Capital?"

Before Heaven Dou City's enormous Soul Guidance Station, Na'er was like a lively little elf. Holding Feng Zaixing's slender hand, she tilted up her head and asked sweetly.

"That's right. Once we board the train and transfer a few times, we'll reach Ming Capital."

Feng Zaixing held Na'er's hand with one hand and gently stroked her smooth, fair forehead, his smile warm and tender.

He was five foot one, exceptionally tall among his peers. His White Combat Suit was spotless, and he looked vibrant and energetic.

"Great! Na'er heard Ming Capital is very big. Will Big Brother take Na'er out to walk around?"

Na'er placed both hands in front of herself. Her Crystal Purple Eyes flickered with hopeful light as she fidgeted eagerly.

She carefully raised her little face and tried, "Na'er knows Big Brother is very busy. Big Brother can accompany Na'er once a month... no, once every three months to walk around. Is that okay?"

"Three months is too long. Of course it'll be once a month." Feng Zaixing shook his head with a laugh. He went to the Spirit Pagoda once a month anyway, so he would always have time to accompany little Na'er.

Come to think of it, his way of life had always been simple, no different from the ascetics of ancient times. Only after Na'er appeared did his life become less monotonous.

"Yay! Big Brother is the best!"

Na'er jumped up, two little dimples appearing beneath her smiling cheeks. She was sweet and adorable, and many travelers could not help focusing their eyes on this exceptionally beautiful pair of siblings.

They were so pleasing to the eye, so beautiful. Everyone wanted to take a closer look.

But when they saw the Bald Giant A Ruheng and Mu Ye, both over eight feet tall, standing beside the siblings, that impulse vanished. The two bodyguards looked like ruthless men at a glance.

The crowd surged like a tide, bustling back and forth. Brilliant sunlight poured down from above, illuminating the sight of an entire world.

Feng Zaixing looked over the surrounding attendees, and several mysterious traces of a smile gradually formed at the corners of his lips.

"There are quite a few people on this train worth noting. I hope I won't become a train killer."

"Ming Capital, here I come."