Hundred Forgings Purification

Lu Lin had successfully absorbed a Soul Ring beyond his level, but Si Yuan Ye didn't seem surprised.

He walked over to Lu Lin and looked at the Purple Soul Ring around him with interest.

"Ji Ming, what is your First Soul Skill?"

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

He closed his eyes and sensed the effects of the Claw Bear Soul Ring, then looked at Si Yuan Ye and answered earnestly:

"Teacher, my First Soul Skill is called Dark Demon Claw. It's an offensive Soul Skill. Its specific effects are..."

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

Martial Soul Possession!

In an instant, his body grew considerably taller and more slender.

His gaze sharpened, and crimson and black intermingled in his pupils. His appearance was strikingly sinister, yet exuded an overwhelming dominance.

Lu Lin raised his right hand. A foot-long, razor-sharp claw formed from dark red and black energy sprang from his palm.

"Dark Demon Claw!"

Lu Lin barked.

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

The energy claw blade was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, it had flown dozens of meters ahead.

Three claw marks, each over an inch deep, now scored the ground. Wisps of black smoke curled up from their edges, as if a Ferocious Beast had raked the earth with its claws.

The might of a single strike was terrifying.

"Not bad."

Si Yuan Ye nodded slightly.

After all, it was a Thousand Year Soul Skill.

In his estimation, if an ordinary Soul Grandmaster in the twenties took Ji Ming's claw head-on, he would probably be badly injured at best—and dead at worst.

Lu Lin was also satisfied with the power of the strike.

All that suffering had paid off.

The only downside was that it consumed quite a lot of Soul Power.

With this Purple Soul Ring, their trip to the Star Dou Great Forest had gone perfectly.

After resting briefly, the two set off to return to the sect.

The journey was uneventful.

The Body Sect.

As soon as Lu Lin and Si Yuan Ye returned to the sect, they saw Mo Yin dozing on a recliner, wearing an indescribably contented expression.

A strange look crossed Lu Lin's face. Mo Yin wasn't even forty yet, so why was he acting like a retired old man?

Who would have guessed this guy was a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse?

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

Si Yuan Ye had taken Lu Lin out, and Mo Yin, left behind at the sect, really did look like an old man keeping watch.

Sensing Si Yuan Ye and Lu Lin approach, Mo Yin quickly got to his feet. He coughed and turned to Si Yuan Ye. "Sect Master."

Si Yuan Ye nodded slightly, but said nothing.

After all, Mo Yin had always been lazy.

Only after greeting Si Yuan Ye did Mo Yin walk over to Lu Lin and ruffle the Little Poker Face's hair.

"Hey, Young Ji, how did it go? How old is your First Soul Ring?"

Ji Ming had been tempered with secret techniques and had also absorbed Ten Thousand Year Whale Rubber. Mo Yin had guessed that the boy's First Soul Ring would be at least two thousand years old.

But a guess was only a guess. The only way to know for sure was to hear it from the person himself.

Lu Lin took a couple of steps back, dodging Mo Yin's mischievous hand with a helpless look.

"Elder Mo, thanks to my teacher's help, Ji Ming was lucky enough to absorb a three-thousand-year Soul Ring."

Lucky?

Three thousand years???

Mo Yin was briefly speechless. Then a surge of joy welled up inside him.

"Hahaha! Good, good, good!!!"

Ji Ming was the one he had brought back from outside.

The better the boy did, the happier Mo Yin felt—and the prouder he was.

A faint smile appeared on Lu Lin's face, too.

He could tell that both Mo Yin and Si Yuan Ye genuinely cared about him.

They treated him like family.

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

His avatar had successfully obtained its First Soul Ring, but what was he supposed to do about his main body's First Soul Ring?

His main body couldn't acquire Ten Thousand Year Whale Rubber, and he had no Titled Douluo-level powerhouse to protect him.

Forget absorbing a Soul Ring beyond his level—even absorbing a normal Yellow Soul Ring safely would be a blessing.

Never mind. Things would work themselves out.

Once his main body reached Soul Power Level ten, he could seek Liu Yanchi's help.

As a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, Liu Yanchi should have no trouble helping him obtain a Yellow Soul Ring.

Lu Lin shook his head and set the matter aside for now.

After that, life at the Body Sect gradually settled into a peaceful routine.

The Body Sect trained its disciples in every way.

They studied all kinds of Battle Skills, Martial Soul development, Soul Beast habits, attributes, appearances, and more.

They also had to cultivate their Soul Power.

There was so much for Lu Lin to learn.

The days passed one after another.

One day.

At the Giant Rock Blacksmith Shop in Frostwind City.

The clang of hammering rang out without pause.

Wearing a simple blue shirt, Lu Lin worked with a calm expression, gripping an enormous Forging Hammer in one hand and swinging it at a furious pace.

This was the fourth iron blank he had worked on today using the Hundred Forgings technique.

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

His Soul Power Level was still only five, but he had made astonishing progress in forging.

He could now work on several iron blanks in succession with the Hundred Forgings technique within two hours.

On the other side of the shop, Zhao Shiyan watched Lu Lin out of the corner of his eye and nodded repeatedly.

It was no exaggeration to say that Lu Lin was the best apprentice he had ever had.

The boy was attentive, meticulous, quick to learn, and never complained.

Now, besides working on iron blanks, Zhao Shiyan also entrusted him with forging ordinary weapons, and Lu Lin handled those jobs well, too.

Lu Lin knew that whatever he learned would be his to keep. What was there to complain about?

When it came to forging, Zhao Shiyan wasn't exactly holding back; he was doing everything he could to teach him.

In short, he had taught Lu Lin everything he was supposed to—and then some.

Several dozen minutes later.

With Lu Lin's final strike, the iron blank on the anvil took shape.

Phew!

That was it!

Lu Lin wiped the sweat from his face. He had been hammering for two straight hours, and his back was soaked through. The blacksmith shop was simply too hot.

Still, he wasn't used to working with his shirt off—he wasn't an exhibitionist.

For some reason, whenever he saw Zhao Shiyan working bare-chested, he was reminded of Gray from the anime Fairy Tail, which he had watched in his previous life...

Of course, Master Zhao only took his shirt off because the work demanded it. He wasn't an exhibitionist.

"Master Zhao, I'm heading back!"

As usual, Lu Lin put the refined iron blank into a wooden basket for Zhao Shiyan to use later.

Then he returned the Forging Hammer to its place and went over to the faucet. He cupped some water in his hands, splashed his face, and said goodbye to Zhao Shiyan before getting ready to leave.

Zhao Shiyan nodded impassively.

"Old Zhao, can you forge me a piece of Iron Essence or Mysterious Iron? How long would it take?"

Just as Lu Lin was about to leave the blacksmith shop, a middle-aged man in a gray robe walked in. He looked to be in his thirties, about the same age as Zhao Shiyan.

His voice rang out before he even came through the door.

When Lu Lin saw him, he stopped in his tracks, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.

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

"What are the specifications?" Zhao Shiyan asked the newcomer flatly.

The gray-robed man chuckled. "Nothing special. Hundred Forgings quality will do."

Hundred Forgings Purification?

Lu Lin fell into thought.

Hundred Forgings Purification was different from simply striking an iron blank a hundred times, as he did. It was a true forging method.

It could even be called the dividing line between ordinary blacksmiths and forging masters.

Zhao Shiyan pondered for a moment, then looked past the gray-robed man at Lu Lin, his expression unreadable.

"Lu Lin, come over and watch."

"Ah, okay!"

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

He was naturally curious about the Hundred Forgings technique, too.