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 at once, especially not at such high intensity.

Four hours passed. Tang Ziran and Lang Yue arrived outside the Forging Room at this time. Seeing that their two sons had not returned for so long, the husband and wife had come looking for them.

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

That wondrous rhythm, the hammering like a symphony, and the utterly focused expressions on the two children's faces.

This was the first time the couple had seen their sons while forging. Judging by their state, they had clearly reached a level of complete mastery.

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, as a Mecha Repairer, had seen quite a few Forging Masters.

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

The husband and wife 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 two boys who were still swinging their hammers had both turned somewhat pale.

The Strange Phenomenon around them had quietly faded away by the time Tang Ziran and his wife arrived.

Tang Wuyang could clearly feel the aching, swelling sensation in his arms again—the same feeling from when he had first come here years ago. His arms were growing heavier and heavier. This was clearly a sign that his strength was about to run dry.

It's almost done. It'll succeed soon. I can't stop. Not yet.

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

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

If these two children could succeed in Thousand Forging on their first attempt, it would undoubtedly give them tremendous confidence and be immensely beneficial to their future path in forging.

But could they hold on?

Their forging had already lasted nearly five hours. Even he would need to circulate his Soul Power at full strength to possibly sustain such continuous hammering for that long.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

The heads of the Tungsten Steel Hammers in their hands had been baked by the blazing furnace heat through the continuous forging and were now beginning to glow faintly red.

If the tungsten steel used as the raw material had not itself been Thousand Forged, it likely would have failed long ago.

Suddenly, Tang Wuyang's piece of Sinking Silver trembled slightly beneath his hammering. Then, a flash of bright silver illuminated the entire Forging Room.

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

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

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

As she looked at her husband in confusion, she saw Tang Ziran staring unblinkingly in Mang Tian and Tang Wuyang's direction.

Suppressing her doubts, she followed her husband's gaze.

At this moment, Mang Tian had already covered Tang Wuyang's wound with his hand. As he extinguished the furnace, he stared intensely at the metal that was flashing with silver light.

The flames went out. The blood that had fallen onto the Sinking Silver merged into the metal, and the silver radiance slowly faded. The entire piece of metal looked dull and gray, completely lacking its previous dazzling appearance.

Tang Wuyang seemed to have lost all the bones in his body as he collapsed onto the floor. Mang Tian skillfully pulled an oversized bandage from his clothes and pressed it over the wound on his wrist.

Seeing this, Lang Yue could no longer hold herself back. She stepped forward and gathered Tang Wuyang into her arms. Looking at her younger son, whose breathing was heavy and whose eyes were half-closed in exhaustion, her eyes filled with heartache.

Just as she was about to say something, the Sinking Silver in front of Tang Wulin began to emit eye-catching light, just like before.

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

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

Geniuses were still geniuses. The fact that they did not possess a hammer as their Martial Soul did not change that. Their comprehension was already enough to make up for everything.

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

How unbelievable was that!

Nearby, Tang Ziran, who had still been beside his younger son and wife, hurried over to his older son after witnessing this scene and supported him in his arms just as his wife had done.

Mang Tian stood between the two Forging Tables and remained silent for a long while before slowly saying, "Genius. This is the work of geniuses."

"Wulin, Wuyang, remember everything you felt today. For you, this is only the beginning—a beginning that will shock the Forging World."

However, Tang Wuyang and Tang Wulin did not hear Mang Tian's words. After five hours of forging, they 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 Color was just beginning to brighten, and the rising sun shone through the window into the room.

Without waking his older 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 Na'er had once slept in.

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

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

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

Strangely, warmth spread from his chest through his entire body, making Tang Wuyang lazily lean against Na'er's bed just after getting up. A faint smile appeared on his face.

The Thousand Forging should have succeeded, right?

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

It was a very strange feeling. The Sinking Silver seemed like a lifeform. Every hammer strike felt like a massage for it, and it continuously sent feelings of comfort back to him.

When that sensation rose to its peak, the Sinking Silver itself underwent sublimation, with accumulated quantitative change becoming qualitative change.

Though he had fainted in the end, when he collapsed into his mother's arms with his consciousness fading, he vaguely heard Mang Tian seeming to praise them.

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

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

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

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

Thinking of Na'er's sweet smile, the warmth flowing through his body gradually made Tang Wuyang keep his prone position as his eyes slowly closed.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Wuyang jolted awake from his sleep. His stomach was Overturning Rivers and Seas, and wave after wave of hunger crashed over him like raging tides.

When he opened his eyes and looked Outside the window, the Sky Color had darkened once more.

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

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

"Ge, you're awake too!"

Looking up, he saw that Tang Wulin, who had been lying on the upper bunk, had already Sat Up.

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

"Ge, 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." Seeing that his older brother had recovered his senses, Tang Wuyang suggested as he opened the Room Door.

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

The moment the door opened, Lang Yue rushed in.

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

Lang Yue's Eye Circles 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 softly.

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

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

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

"Your Teacher Mang Tian said that both of you were somewhat exhausted and should eat something easy to digest after waking up."

Before long.

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

An entire fat chicken, a whole pot of chicken soup, and three steamed buns were all Swallowed. Only then did Tang Wulin stop eating, lean against the Backrest, and rub his stomach contentedly.

Tang Wuyang was even more extreme. 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 still won't be enough for him."

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

Seeing the food on the dining table disappearing at a visible speed, Lang Yue hurriedly Stood Up and entered the kitchen again.

Tang Wuyang truly could eat an astonishing amount, especially after such immense physical exhaustion. This meal lasted a full hour before he finally let out a long, satisfied breath.

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

"Yangyang, you ate far more than Linlin. Won't you make yourself sick from overeating?"

If her husband had not stopped her, Lang Yue would have tried to prevent Tang Wuyang from continuing to eat long ago.

His appetite had clearly exceeded the bounds of a normal person.

Although Tang Wulin's appetite also seemed highly abnormal to Lang Yue, seeing Tang Wuyang, who was even more astonishing, made her worry even more about her younger son's condition.

Tang Wuyang said with a satisfied look, "Mom's cooking is the best. That was so good."

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

Tang Ziran took both sons by the arms, rolled up their sleeves, and examined them carefully.

The cuts Teacher Mang Tian had made on their pale wrists yesterday 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 if he had suddenly thought of 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 just remembered this as well and turned his gaze toward Tang Ziran.

Tang Ziran smiled and nodded. "Yes, you succeeded. Both of you succeeded!"

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

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

"Then Ge and I will go over now."

With that, he and Tang Wulin were about to run toward the door.

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

Tang Ziran, however, Stood Up and took the opposite view. "They just woke up, so they won't want to sleep again anytime soon. It's not too late yet. I'll take them over."

Lang Yue shot her husband an irritated glare and said with a hint of threat, "If anything happens to my two sons again, I'll hold you responsible."

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

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

With that, he did not hesitate further. The father and his two sons left the house and headed straight for Mang Tian's Workshop.

"Teacher, we're here!"

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

He was eager to see what his first Thousand Forging creation actually looked like.

Tang Wuyang quickly followed his older brother, who was walking ahead. He was equally curious about the finished product.

Mang Tian, dressed in a work uniform covered in marks, walked out from inside. The normally stern man unconsciously revealed a faint smile the moment he saw Tang Wuyang and Tang Wulin, and his In Eyes even held a tenderness never seen 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 two boys had forged earlier.

"Take a look at your respective masterpieces." Mang Tian pointed toward the metal on the two Forging Tables inside the room.

In truth, before he even finished speaking, Tang Wuyang and Tang Wulin had already eagerly rushed up to the Sinking Silver each had forged, carefully examining their first Thousand Forging products.

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

Compared to the beginning, the Sinking Silver had shrunk by a circle. Its original bright silver color had also become dull and gray.

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

Even more strangely, when Tang Wuyang looked at this piece of Sinking Silver, he actually felt a Bloodline Connection with it, as if the 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 you to succeed in Thousand Forging on your first attempt. This certainly has much to do with your physical qualities and strength, but most importantly, it is your talent for comprehending forging."

"In the Forging World, both of you are geniuses. Although neither of your Martial Souls has anything to do with forging, your comprehension and the Innate Superhuman Strength you both possess have completely made up for that flaw."

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

With Mang Tian's proud personality, being able to say something like this was enough to shock him.

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

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

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

If their ages were made public, it would definitely stir up a huge uproar in the Forging World.