Hundred Refinements Purification

Lu Lin smoothly absorbed the soul ring beyond his level, and Si Yuan Ye did not seem particularly surprised.

He walked over to Lu Lin, looking at the purple soul ring on him, and asked with interest: "Ji Ming, what is your first soul skill?"

Since Si Yuan Ye was his teacher, Lu Lin naturally had no reason to hide anything.

He closed his eyes to sense the effect brought by the Claw Bear soul ring, then looked at Si Yuan Ye and said seriously: "Teacher, my first soul skill is called Dark Demon Claw, an attack-type soul skill. As for the specific effect..."

As he spoke, Lu Lin released his Dark Demon Terror Claw Martial Soul.

Martial Soul Possession!

In an instant, his entire figure became noticeably more elongated.

His gaze turned sharp, with crimson and pitch-black intertwining in his pupils. From the outside, his aura was excessively sinister, yet overwhelmingly domineering.

Lu Lin raised his right hand, and from his palm, a sharp claw over a foot long, formed from dark red and pitch-black energy, shot out.

"Dark Demon Claw!!"

Lu Lin let out a low shout.

He swung his right hand forward sharply, and with the tearing sound of air, a solid-looking dark red energy claw blade shot through the air.

The energy claw blade was as fast as lightning; in the span of a breath, it had already flown dozens of meters ahead of him.

On the ground, three claw marks an inch deep were torn open, with wisps of black smoke curling up from the edges, as if a fierce beast had gouged them out with its bare claws.

Such was the terror of a single strike.

"Not bad."

Si Yuan Ye nodded lightly.

After all, it was a thousand-year soul skill.

From his perspective, an ordinary Soul Grand Master of over level twenty who took this claw from Ji Ming would likely either die or be crippled.

Lu Lin was also very satisfied with the power of this claw.

It wasn't for nothing that he had endured so much hardship.

The only downside was the considerable drain on his soul power.

Having obtained this purple soul ring, the goal of this trip to the Star Dou Great Forest was perfectly achieved.

After a brief rest, the two set off back to the sect.

The journey was uneventful.

Body Sect.

As soon as Lu Lin and Si Yuan Ye returned to the sect, they saw Mo Yin lying on a recliner, dozing off with an indescribable look of contentment on his face.

A strange expression appeared on Lu Lin's face. Mo Yin didn't seem to be even forty yet, so why was he acting like a retired old man?

Who would have thought that this guy was actually a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse?

But at this moment, there were hardly any people in the sect.

With Si Yuan Ye taking Lu Lin out, Mo Yin, who stayed behind in the sect, really wasn't much different from a lonely old man left at home.

Sensing Si Yuan Ye and Lu Lin approaching, Mo Yin quickly got up, coughed once, and looked at Si Yuan Ye: "Sect Master."

Si Yuan Ye gave a slight nod but didn't say anything.

After all, Mo Yin had always been used to being lazy.

After greeting Si Yuan Ye, Mo Yin walked over to Lu Lin and reached out to ruffle the hair of this little poker face: "Hey, Young Ji, how did it go? How many years is your first soul ring?"

Ji Ming had been tempered by secret techniques and had absorbed Ten Thousand Year Whale Rubber, so Mo Yin guessed that the minimum age of this kid's first soul ring should be around two thousand years.

But a guess was just a guess; the specifics still had to come from the person himself.

Lu Lin stepped back two paces, somewhat helplessly dodging Mo Yin's demonic hand: "In reply to Elder Mo, thanks to Teacher's help, Ji Ming managed to absorb a three-thousand-year soul ring."

Managed?

Three thousand years???

Mo Yin was a bit speechless at first, then a surge of immense joy welled up from the depths of his heart: "Haha, good, good, good!!!"

Ji Ming was someone he had brought back from outside.

The better this kid performed, the happier he naturally became, sharing in the pride.

A faint smile also appeared on Lu Lin's face.

He could feel that both Mo Yin and Si Yuan Ye were genuinely good to him from the bottom of their hearts.

Just like treating their own family.

At the same time, a faint melancholy rose in Lu Lin's heart.

His avatar had smoothly obtained its First Soul Ring, but what about his main body's First Soul Ring?

After all, his main body had no way to acquire Ten Thousand Year Whale Rubber, nor did he have a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse to escort him.

Forget about absorbing a soul ring beyond his level—if he could smoothly absorb a normal Yellow Soul Ring, Lu Lin would be thanking heaven and earth.

Forget it, the boat will straighten itself when it reaches the bridge.

Once his main body's soul power reached level ten, he would just go find Liu Yanchi for help.

As a four-ring Soul Ancestor, Liu Yanchi should have no problem helping him obtain a Yellow Soul Ring.

Lu Lin shook his head, putting the matter aside for now.

After that, his life in the Body Sect gradually settled into calm.

The Body Sect's training for disciples was comprehensive.

All kinds of Battle Skills, martial soul development, Soul Beast habits, attribute appearances, and so on.

At the same time, he also had to cultivate soul power.

For Lu Lin, there was simply too much to learn.

Days passed one after another.

This day.

Inside Frostwind City, at the Giant Rock Blacksmith Shop.

Clang, clang—the sound of hammering rang out continuously.

Lu Lin wore a plain blue shirt, his expression calm, one hand gripping a massive Forging Hammer as he swung it swiftly.

This was the fourth iron billet he had Hundred Forged today.

He had been at this blacksmith shop for over two months now.

His current Soul Power Level was still five, but in terms of forging, he had made rapid progress.

Within two hours, he could already continuously Hundred Forge several iron billets.

On the other side, Zhao Shiyan, who had been secretly observing Lu Lin out of the corner of his eye, nodded frequently.

Without exaggeration, Lu Lin was definitely the best apprentice he had ever taken on.

This kid Lu Lin was serious, meticulous, quick to learn, and never complained.

Now, besides forging iron billets, Zhao Shiyan would also hand him some tasks of forging ordinary weapons, and Lu Lin completed them well.

Lu Lin deeply understood that everything he learned was his own—why would he have any reason to complain?

In terms of forging, Zhao Shiyan might not have taught him everything he knew, but he certainly spared no effort.

In short, he had dumped all the things he should teach onto Lu Lin.

Several dozen minutes later.

With a final hammer blow from Lu Lin, the iron billet on the anvil had taken shape.

Hoo!

Done!!

Lu Lin wiped the sweat from his face. After two consecutive hours of hammering, his back was already soaked through. There was no helping it—it was just too hot in the blacksmith shop.

Still, he wasn't used to working without a shirt—he really didn't have an exhibitionist streak.

For some reason, every time he saw Zhao Shiyan bare-chested, he thought of Gray from the anime Fairy Tail he had watched in his past life...

Of course, Master Zhao took off his clothes purely out of work necessity, not because he had an exhibitionist streak.

"Master Zhao, I'm heading back!"

As usual, Lu Lin placed the purified iron billets neatly into a wooden basket for Zhao Shiyan's later use.

Then he put the Forging Hammer back in its place, walked over to the faucet, cupped his hands to splash water on his face, and said goodbye to Zhao Shiyan, ready to clock out.

Zhao Shiyan nodded indifferently.

"Old Zhao, help me forge a piece of Iron Essence or Mysterious Iron—when can it be done?"

Just as Lu Lin was about to leave the blacksmith shop, a middle-aged man in a gray robe, looking about thirty-something, around the same age as Zhao Shiyan, walked in.

Before he even arrived, his voice had already carried over.

Seeing the newcomer, Lu Lin instinctively paused his steps, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

Wasn't this the owner of the living Soul Tool shop where Yao Xiaopang worked?

"What are the requirements?"

Zhao Shiyan looked at the newcomer, speaking flatly.

The gray-robed man said with a chuckle, "No special requirements—just a Hundred Refinements grade will do."

Hundred Refinements Purification?

Lu Lin, upon hearing this, appeared somewhat thoughtful.

Hundred Refinements Purification was different from his simple method of striking the iron billet a hundred times; it belonged to true forging technique.

It could also be said to be the dividing line between an ordinary blacksmith and a true forger.

Zhao Shiyan pondered briefly, then his gaze passed over the Grey-Clothed man and landed on Lu Lin, saying in an emotionless tone:

"Lu Lin, come over and watch."

"Ah, yes!"

Lu Lin nodded instinctively, then quickly walked over to stand beside Zhao Shiyan, ready to observe.

As for the Hundred Refinements method, he was naturally somewhat curious.