A Little Game

"God Craftsman..."

Among the contestants, Tang Wulin, who was competing under the alias Yu Longyue, looked up at Lufa hovering in midair, an unmistakable trace of envy flashing through her eyes.

It was a longing for the highest realm of forging, an obsession etched into the bones of every craftsman who pursued the tempering of metal as their lifelong calling.

"Heavenly Forging"—these two words were not only the ultimate goal admired by all Blacksmiths, but also an impassable chasm standing between mortals and the divine altar.

Ever since Tang Wulin had entered the field of forging, she had never stopped pursuing that realm. From her initial fumbling explorations to her current status as an eighth-rank Saint Craftsman, every fall of her hammer and every rising flame carried her determination to draw closer to Heavenly Forging.

In fact, when she had first arrived in Ming City, she had made a special trip to the Blacksmith's Association to visit her senior uncle, Zhen Hua, and earnestly asked him to guide her in the mysteries of Heavenly Forging.

Zhen Hua had not withheld anything because of how precious his craft was. Faced with this extraordinarily talented junior niece, he had taught her everything he knew, sharing his understanding and experience of Heavenly Forging without reservation.

Yet the mysteries of Heavenly Forging were simply too profound. Even though Tang Wulin was already an eighth-rank Saint Craftsman and possessed the cultivation of a Title Douluo, she was still one crucial step away from that barrier and had yet to grasp the true essence of Heavenly Forging.

Still, a loss in one place could be a gain in another. Guided by the Seed of Nature in her mind, she gained an entirely new understanding of the union between forging and the power of nature while studying