Success

Three hours passed, and Tang Wuyang and Tang Wulin were still hammering away without pause.

Neither of them had ever forged for such a long stretch in one go, much less at such an intense pace.

Four hours passed. Tang Ziran and Lang Yue arrived outside the Forging Room as well. Seeing that their two sons had not returned for so long, the couple had come looking for them.

The moment they entered, they saw the two children drenched in sweat.

That wondrous rhythm, the hammering that sounded like a symphony, and the utterly focused expressions on the boys' faces.

This was the first time the couple had seen their sons forge. From the boys' state, it was clear that they had already reached a remarkably refined level.

But they were only nine years old!

In just three short years, they had already reached such a level?

Unlike Lang Yue, who was a housewife, Tang Ziran had seen quite a few Forging Masters as a mecha Repair Master.

And now, he saw in his two sons the unique presence possessed by those masters.

The couple did not step forward to interrupt them. Mang Tian stood nearby, and they all understood that the two boys had likely made a breakthrough in Forging.

Four and a half hours passed. The faces of the two boys, who were still swinging their hammers, had already turned somewhat pale.

The Strange Phenomenon around them had quietly faded by the time Tang Ziran and Lang Yue arrived.

Tang Wuyang could clearly feel the soreness and swelling in his arms returning, just like when he had first come here years ago. His arms were growing heavier and heavier. This was clearly a sign that his strength was running dry.

It was almost done. It was about to succeed. I couldn't stop. Not yet.

Feeling that connection with the Sinking Silver, Tang Wuyang gritted his teeth and continued hammering at the same rhythm as before.

At some point, Mang Tian had clenched both fists. Right now, he was even more nervous than the two boys involved.

If these two children succeeded in Thousand Forging on their first attempt, it would undoubtedly build tremendous confidence for them and bring enormous benefits to their future paths in Forging.

But could they hold on?

The two had already been forging for nearly five hours. Even he would need to circulate his Soul Power at full force to hammer continuously for that long.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

After being hammered continuously and baked by the intense heat of the Fire Element, the heads of the Tungsten Steel Hammers in their hands had begun to turn slightly red.

If the tungsten steel used to make them had not already been at the Thousand Forging level, they probably would not have held up this long.

Suddenly, the piece of Sinking Silver before Tang Wuyang trembled slightly beneath his hammer, and a flash of bright silver illuminated the entire Forging Room.

The sudden change did not interrupt Tang Wuyang's movements in the slightest. Both hammers came crashing down at once, and the previously gentle silver glow of the Sinking Silver instantly became dazzling.

Mang Tian appeared beside Tang Wuyang almost instantly. Holding a small knife, he swiftly sliced Tang Wuyang's wrist, and a stream of blood sprayed onto the glowing Sinking Silver.

Lang Yue cried out in alarm and was about to step forward when Tang Ziran stopped her.

As she looked at her husband in confusion, she saw that Tang Ziran was staring unblinkingly in the direction of Mang Tian and Tang Wuyang.

Suppressing the doubts in her heart, she followed her husband's gaze.

By then, Mang Tian had covered Tang Wuyang's wrist wound with his hand. As he extinguished the furnace fire, he stared intently at the silver-glowing metal.

The flames went out, and the blood that had fallen onto the Sinking Silver seeped into the metal. The silver radiance slowly faded, leaving the entire piece of metal looking dull and gray, without any trace of its previous brilliance.

Tang Wuyang seemed to have lost all strength in his body and collapsed onto the floor. Mang Tian skillfully took out an oversized bandage from his pocket and pressed it over the wound on his wrist.

Unable to hold back any longer, Lang Yue stepped forward and pulled Tang Wuyang into her arms. Seeing her younger son breathing heavily with his eyelids half-closed, utterly exhausted, her eyes filled with heartache.

Just as she was about to say something, the Sinking Silver in front of Tang Wulin began to emit an eye-catching glow, just like Tang Wuyang's had before.

Seeing this, Mang Tian repeated his previous actions, cutting Tang Wulin's wrist and skillfully stopping the bleeding after his blood sprayed over the Sinking Silver.

The expression of this Master Craftsman Level Forging Master was rather strange at that moment, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Geniuses were still geniuses. The fact that they did not possess hammers as their Martial Souls changed nothing. Their talent was already enough to make up for everything.

Thousand Forging, an insurmountable chasm in the eyes of countless Forging Masters, had been achieved just like that by two children who were only nine years old.

How unbelievable was that?

At the side, Tang Ziran, who had still been beside his younger son and wife, hurried over to his elder son after seeing this. Like his wife, he supported him in his arms.

Mang Tian stood between the two forging tables in silence for a long while before finally speaking slowly. "Geniuses. This is the work of geniuses."

"Wulin, Wuyang, remember everything you felt today. For you two, this is only the beginning—the beginning of something that will shake the Forging World."

However, Tang Wuyang and Tang Wulin did not hear Mang Tian's words. After five hours of forging, both had long since exhausted themselves and fell into a deep sleep in their parents' arms.

When Tang Wuyang regained consciousness, he was already back in his own bed. Tang Wulin lay beside him with a peaceful expression.

Outside, the sky was just beginning to brighten, and the morning sun shone into the room through the window.

Without waking his brother beside him, Tang Wuyang carefully climbed out of bed. The moment his feet touched the floor, he saw a ray of sunlight fall upon the bed where Na'er had once slept.

Although Na'er had left, Tang Wuyang had not chosen to move back to the lower bunk. He had kept everything exactly as it was.

After all, deep down, he had always believed that Na'er would return someday.

Though the soreness in his arms had vanished, his body still felt weak.

Strangely, a warm sensation spread from his chest throughout his body. Tang Wuyang, who had just gotten out of bed, lazily leaned against Na'er's bedside, a faint smile appearing on his face.

The Thousand Forging should have succeeded, right?

Though he had not seen it with his own eyes, he still clearly remembered that, during the final stage of his forging, every hammer blow seemed to resonate with the Sinking Silver.

It was a very strange feeling. The Sinking Silver seemed like a living thing. Every hammer strike felt as though he were giving it a massage, while it constantly sent feelings of comfort back to him.

When that feeling reached its peak, the Sinking Silver itself underwent a transformation, and accumulated quantitative change became qualitative change.

Although he had passed out in the end, when he collapsed into his mother's arms with his consciousness fading, he vaguely heard Mang Tian seemingly praising them.

Na'er, it would have been wonderful if you were still by my side.

If you knew, you'd definitely be happy for your brother, wouldn't you?

Don't worry. Your brother will definitely cultivate hard and become strong as soon as possible.

One day, I'll find you, protect you properly, block all harm, and never let anyone hurt you.

As he recalled Na'er's sweet smile, the warmth flowing through his body gradually made Tang Wuyang close his eyes while still leaning against her bed.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Wuyang jolted awake from his sleep. His stomach churned wildly, and wave after wave of hunger crashed over him like a raging tide.

Opening his eyes and looking out the window, he saw that the sky outside had grown dark again.

Clearly, he had slept for nearly an entire day and night since the previous evening.

He stood and stretched his somewhat stiff body. Just as he was about to head outside, he heard an "Mm~" from the upper bunk.

"Brother, you're awake too!"

Looking up, he saw Tang Wulin sitting up in the upper bunk.

"Wuyang, what time is it now? I'm so hungry!" Tang Wulin asked, shaking his slightly dizzy head.

"Brother, it's already the second night. I just woke up not long ago too, and I was about to go find something to eat."

"Since you're awake too, let's go together." Tang Wuyang opened the door as he made the suggestion, seeing that his brother had recovered somewhat.

"Linlin, Yangyang, you're both awake!"

The instant the door opened, Lang Yue rushed in.

Tang Wulin quickly climbed down from the bed and said proudly, "Mom, Wuyang and I can both do Thousand Forging now!"

Lang Yue's eyes reddened. To her, none of that mattered. What mattered most was that her two sons were safe and sound.

"Linlin, Yangyang, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Lang Yue asked gently.

Tang Wuyang rubbed his empty stomach and shook his head. "No. I'm just really hungry. Mom, is there anything to eat?"

At that moment, Tang Wulin's stomach voiced the same question.

"Yes, yes. Mom specially bought two fat chickens and made chicken soup. I've been waiting for you two to wake up and drink it."

"Teacher Mang Tian said that the two of you were exhausted. After waking up, you needed to eat something easy to digest."

Before long.

Lang Yue and Tang Ziran stared dumbfoundedly at their younger son, who was still stuffing himself. What counted as easy-to-digest food for their two sons? It seemed that as long as it was edible, it was easy to digest.

After finishing an entire fat chicken, a large pot of chicken soup, and three steamed buns, Tang Wulin finally stopped eating. He leaned back in his chair and comfortably rubbed his stomach.

Tang Wuyang was even worse. After eating an entire fat chicken, six steamed buns, two plates of vegetables, and an equal amount of chicken soup, he still looked unsatisfied as he reached for a seventh steamed bun.

Tang Ziran swallowed. "Make a few more dishes for Yangyang. I'm afraid what's on the table won't be enough for him."

Watching his two sons eat so heartily before him, Tang Ziran could not help feeling his own appetite rise.

Looking at the food on the table disappearing at a visible rate, Lang Yue hurriedly stood and headed into the kitchen again.

Tang Wuyang truly ate far too much. Especially after such a massive expenditure of strength, he ate for a full hour before finally letting out a satisfied sigh.

Compared to him, what Tang Wulin had eaten earlier suddenly seemed like nothing.

"Yangyang, you ate much more than Linlin. Won't you eat yourself sick?"

If her husband had not stopped her, Lang Yue would have wanted to stop Tang Wuyang from eating long ago.

His appetite had clearly exceeded the bounds of what was normal.

Although Tang Wulin's appetite also seemed very abnormal to Lang Yue, after seeing Tang Wuyang's even more astonishing appetite, she became even more worried about her younger son's health.

Tang Wuyang said with a contented expression, "Mom's cooking is the best. That was so satisfying."

Tang Wulin, who had long since put down his chopsticks, nodded repeatedly at his younger brother's words. "That's right. Mom's cooking is the best."

Tang Ziran took both sons' arms, rolled up their sleeves, and inspected them carefully.

The cuts Mang Tian had made on their fair wrists the previous day had completely healed, leaving behind only faint red marks.

Comparing the two, the mark on Tang Wuyang's wrist was clearly lighter than the one on Tang Wulin's.

As though he had suddenly remembered something, Tang Wulin looked at his father and asked, "Dad, did Wuyang and I succeed in our Thousand Forging yesterday?"

Tang Wuyang seemed to have only remembered it as well and turned his gaze toward Tang Ziran.

Tang Ziran nodded with a smile. "Yes, you succeeded. Both of you succeeded!"

"Your teacher praised you two endlessly. He said that once you woke up, you should hurry over to see him."

Hearing that, neither boy could remain seated. They hurriedly jumped down from their chairs together.

"Then Brother and I will go over now."

With that, Tang Wuyang and Tang Wulin started toward the door.

Lang Yue frowned and stopped the two children. "It's so late already. Go tomorrow."

Tang Ziran, however, stood up and contradicted her. "They just woke up, so they won't want to sleep again anytime soon. It isn't that late yet. I'll take them there."

Lang Yue shot her husband an irritated look and said threateningly, "If anything happens to my two sons again, I'll hold you responsible."

Then, as if still not satisfied, she added, "Tonight, you're sleeping in the living room. You're not allowed into the bedroom!"

Tang Ziran scratched his cheek awkwardly. "They're my precious sons too."

Without hesitating any longer, the father and his two sons left the house and headed straight for Mang Tian's Workshop.

"Teacher, we're here!"

The instant he entered, Tang Wulin shouted into the room.

He was eagerly looking forward to seeing what his first Thousand Forging work actually looked like.

Tang Wuyang hurried after his brother, who was walking ahead of him. He was equally curious about the finished product.

Mang Tian emerged from inside, dressed in a work uniform covered in marks. The moment he saw Tang Wuyang and Tang Wulin, a faint smile unconsciously appeared on his usually stern face, and his eyes even held a tenderness they had never shown before.

After nodding to Tang Ziran in greeting, he said to his two disciples, "Follow me."

The two pieces of Sinking Silver were still in the room where the boys had forged earlier.

"Take a look at your respective masterpieces." Mang Tian pointed at the metal on the two forging tables in the room.

In truth, before he could finish speaking, Tang Wuyang and Tang Wulin had already eagerly rushed to the pieces of Sinking Silver they had each forged, carefully examining their first Thousand Forging products.

Tang Wuyang did not reach out to touch it. Instead, he carefully examined the changes in the Sinking Silver with his eyes.

Compared to its initial state, the Sinking Silver had shrunk by a full size. Its originally bright silver color had also become dull and gray.

On the surface of that dim metal, layer upon layer of wave-like patterns seemed to contain endless vitality.

Even more strangely, when Tang Wuyang looked at the Sinking Silver, he actually felt a Bloodline Connection with it, as though the piece of Sinking Silver had always been a part of his body.

Mang Tian's voice came from behind them. "To be honest, I didn't expect your first attempt at Thousand Forging to succeed. This certainly has much to do with your physical fitness and strength, but most importantly, it is because of your talent for Forging."

"In the Forging World, both of you are geniuses. Although your Martial Souls have nothing to do with Forging, your talent and your inborn strength have completely made up for that shortcoming."

Tang Ziran looked at Mang Tian in surprise. The two had known each other for many years, and he understood him very well.

Given Mang Tian's proud personality, hearing him say such things was enough to shock him.

"Brother Mang, don't praise these two children too highly," Tang Ziran said with a smile.

Mang Tian glanced at him. "I've already been very restrained."

He had not even mentioned that they had broken the Federation's record for the youngest Forging Masters to complete Thousand Forging.

If their ages were announced, it would surely cause a huge uproar in the Forging World.