Handgun

Using a rough iron block only ten centimeters in size to craft a Soul Tool.

First, crafting a Soul Tool from such an iron block was extremely difficult for these young boys and girls just beginning their journey into Soul Tools. Even with a full morning of generous time, Xuan Ziwen believed that the vast majority of them would not complete an entire Soul Tool.

Meanwhile, inside Jing Hongchen's office.

Jing Hongchen sat at his desk, chin propped on both hands, watching the Soul Tool screen floating before him with great interest.

On the screen, Qin Chuan was constantly measuring the square iron block in front of him, his pencil scribbling and sketching on the draft paper beside him—what exactly he was drawing was anyone's guess.

"Little one, let this old man see what kind of Soul Tool you'll make." Jing Hongchen held high hopes for Qin Chuan.

Xuan Ziwen had also mentioned three children of particular focus during his conversation with Jing Hongchen.

Qin Chuan listened attentively in class and sometimes drew inferences from one example.

As for Ye Guyi, because she already had a foundation, there wasn't much left for her to learn in the first year, and Jing Hongchen was planning to promote her to the third year.

As for Qian Renxue, she was the oldest of the three and also the most diligent. Sometimes, just as Xuan Ziwen returned to his office and hadn't even warmed his seat, Qian Renxue would arrive clutching her notebook.

To this, Xuan Ziwen was also very patient, answering each question one by one.

Qin Chuan had no idea that his every move was being monitored in real time. At this moment, he was looking at the handgun model he had drawn on the blueprint and nodded with satisfaction: "Time to start cutting!"

Qin Chuan held a carving knife in his right hand. With the absolute power of the Golden Dragon Claw backing him, the iron block felt like tofu before the blade, iron shavings constantly falling away from the main body.

At first, because it was his first time crafting a Soul Tool, Qin Chuan was a bit rusty, but as time passed, his right hand turned into a blur.

While the other children were still agonizing over what kind of Soul Tool to make, Qin Chuan had already finished carving all the various components and had begun crafting the core formation.

"So fast!" Ye Guyi was secretly shocked as she watched Qin Chuan meticulously carving the core formation. The close-combat Soul Tool dagger in her own hands was also nearing completion, about to start carving its core formation, but compared to Qin Chuan's speed, she was still a step behind.

This commotion naturally caught the attention of the other boys and girls, who cast curious glances his way.

"Ahem—"

Xuan Ziwen coughed, and everyone immediately lowered their heads to focus on their own work.

Only then did Xuan Ziwen turn his gaze to Qin Chuan. Seeing that he remained completely unfazed from start to finish, he gave a slight nod before walking over to Qian Renxue's side.

At that moment, Qian Renxue was carefully carving the shape she wanted. The carving knife traced across the iron block, layers of shavings peeling away. She was completely unaware of Xuan Ziwen's sudden appearance.

She had entered a state of self-forgetfulness, her eyes fixed only on the iron block before her and the shape she envisioned in her mind.

Xuan Ziwen watched for a while before leaving.

Not long after, Qin Chuan put down his carving knife and let out a breath of relief. It was done.

The core formation was finished. Now came the assembly stage.

Both Jing Hongchen in front of the Soul Tool screen and Xuan Ziwen, silently observing everything from not too far away, held their breath at this moment.

The barrel, stock, trigger, and many other components were installed, fitting together perfectly without the slightest gap, as if they had always been that way.

The core formation was placed behind the trigger, in the central area of the grip.

Once the assembly was complete, Qin Chuan silently set down the handgun and raised his hand—the first to finish.

Xuan Ziwen said nothing, signaling with his eyes for Qin Chuan to bring his Soul Tool out.

Because the testing ground was right next to the classroom, the walls perfectly isolated the two spaces. No matter how much clattering and banging went on in the testing ground, it wouldn't affect the students still crafting their Soul Tools.

Qin Chuan held the gun and left quietly, not catching the attention of Qian Renxue or Ye Guyi, who were still busy with their own work.

"Teacher Xuan."

"You are the first to complete a Soul Tool. Tell me about this Soul Tool's function."

Xuan Ziwen led Qin Chuan to the testing area, where various human-shaped targets were set up ahead.

Qin Chuan said, "This Soul Tool of mine is called a Handgun. Its function is shooting. For enemies within a fifty-meter range, as long as they are within the firing range, the core formation compresses soul power and releases it through the muzzle, allowing me to hit wherever I aim."

After hearing this, Xuan Ziwen roughly understood its function and gestured toward the target ahead.

Words were useless; facts were proof.

Qin Chuan raised his right hand holding the gun, aimed the Handgun at the human-shaped target fifty meters away, and pressed the trigger in an instant.

Qin Chuan felt his own soul power being drawn out, compressed as it passed through the core formation, and fired from the muzzle at incredible speed.

"Bang!"

A dull sound rang out, and the chest of the human-shaped target fifty meters away was pierced through.

Xuan Ziwen walked up to the target, touched the small hole that had been punched through, then took the Handgun from Qin Chuan and tested it himself.

"Bang!"

Another dull sound, and a nearby target was pierced through.

Xuan Ziwen returned the Handgun to Qin Chuan. His face, usually known for its sternness, finally showed a trace of a smile: "Congratulations, you are already a Second-Class Soul Engineer."

"Me? A Second-Class Soul Engineer!" Qin Chuan was slightly startled.

"That's right, a Second-Class Soul Engineer."

Xuan Ziwen said with a smile, "I really didn't expect that in just seven days, you would be able to craft a Soul Tool on your own. Originally, my plan for today was just to let you experience the process. The reason I gave you ordinary iron blocks was purely to let you get a feel for it. Aside from Ye Guyi, I didn't even think you would complete an entire Soul Tool."

"Did you really craft this Soul Tool yourself?"

"My first time."

"A genius! An absolute genius!"

Xuan Ziwen grew more excited as he spoke: "Your current soul power is at rank twenty-three, and the soul tool you've made—this thing called a Handgun—I dare say it's never appeared in the Sun Moon Empire. It's a completely new soul tool. And its shape is compact, easy to carry."

"Even a Soul Grand Master, or even a Soul Elder, could be killed by a headshot from this Handgun if they're not careful. It's very suitable for free soul masters and military officers to carry for self-defense."

"Based on your cultivation as a Soul Grand Master, I have no problem granting you the title of Second-Class Soul Engineer."

Qin Chuan accepted it calmly and said, "I've been thinking—if the Milk Bottle could be combined with soul tools, then wouldn't ordinary people be able to use them too?"

The moment these words left his mouth, Xuan Ziwen was stunned.

He stared at Qin Chuan as if he had found a long-lost brother.

"Do you have any bold ideas?" Xuan Ziwen asked eagerly.

"The strongest soul master paired with the strongest soul tool—if this succeeds, great things can be accomplished, and the Douluo Continent can be pacified."

The moment the words fell, Jing Hongchen, sitting at his desk watching the scene, could no longer stay seated.

Given Qin Chuan's current understanding of soul tools, as well as the speed and final result of the soul tool he had just made...

Clearly, the first grade could no longer satisfy him.

Nurture him! He must be nurtured with priority!