Famous Blade: Silver Paper Bamboo Light [Seeking Follow-up Reads]

"Uncle Mang, would you say I did alright?"

Tang Heng's words pulled Mang Tian back to reality from his shock over the hundred-refinement process.

"Cough, cough. Not just alright—you are a natural-born genius at forging, little Heng!"

Mang Tian looked at Tang Heng with eyes full of hope.

Although he desperately wanted to take this boy as his disciple, knowing that when he eventually became a Divine Craftsman, he would go down in history as Tang Heng's teacher, he knew better.

Doing so would only bury Tang Heng's potential, burying a future Divine Craftsman of the forging world.

Mang Tian spoke up: "You can learn the basics here, but as for a formal teacher, I will recommend a more suitable candidate for you."

He then looked at Tang Wulin, who was standing to the side with a look of pure worship, and said slowly: "As for you, you can continue to learn forging under me. Come over to work every day after school."

Even though the younger brother was a step behind the older one and his martial soul was quite ordinary, judging by the tenacity and strength he had just displayed, he was also a promising seedling.

"ヾ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ Yay!"

Tang Wulin hugged Tang Heng, unable to contain his joy.

Tang Heng pushed him away with a look of disgust and couldn't help but say: "You're covered in sweat, don't rub it on me. Remember to take a bath when we get home."

"Oh, oh! Got it."

Watching the two brothers interact, Mang Tian smiled knowingly, his gaze softening.

He then took out a bottle of ointment and placed it in Tang Heng's hand: "Take this. Apply it to your brother later; it's very effective for relieving soreness and fatigue."

Tang Heng took the ointment and said to Tang Wulin beside him: "Aren't you going to say thank you?"

"Thank you, Uncle Mang!"

Mang Tian raised an eyebrow, his expression turning slightly displeased.

"Still calling me Uncle? You brat, you really don't know the etiquette. You should be calling me Master now!"

Prompted by Tang Heng, Tang Wulin finally realized his mistake and hurriedly changed his tune: "Master, I was wrong. Please, don't hold it against me."

Mang Tian chuckled and reached out to ruffle Tang Wulin's hair: "From now on, I will train you well. I hope you don't give up halfway; otherwise, given your brother's talent, he will leave you in the dust before you know it."

Tang Wulin nodded, looking confident: "I may not be as talented as my brother, but when it comes to hard work, I have plenty of confidence!"

Good! That's the spirit!

Tang Heng silently played with the meme in his heart.

"Are you two heading back now, or staying for a while? I have work to do, so I might not be able to look after you."

As a Master-level blacksmith, Mang Tian rarely lacked orders; even hiding away in this small place, people came to visit him in a steady stream.

After all, good wine doesn't fear a deep alley.

Tang Heng wanted to test if he could use materials from the Douluo plane to craft items from the MC plane, so he said: "Go ahead and get to work, Uncle Mang. Just give my brother and me a forging bench, and we'll practice on our own."

"That's fine. There are two empty forging rooms on the left; you can each take one. Just be sure to be careful, and don't touch anything you don't understand."

"Don't worry, Uncle, we know our limits."

Soon, the two brothers separated and went into their respective forging rooms.

Tang Heng moved his mind and took the [Bamboo Light] and other materials out of his inventory.

In the MC plane, crafting was limited by recipes and crafting tables.

But what about here in the Douluo plane? Would it produce different results?

Just like his hundred-refinement strike earlier—even though it was his first time forging, the feeling of the hammer blow felt instinctive, as if his body, possessing the constitution of an MC player, was born to forge.

He took out the piece of hundred-refined Sinking Silver and the brilliantly colored Soul Orb.

Tang Heng raised his forging hammer high and began to strike the materials on the table with fluid, effortless motions.

As a burst of light surged, an inexplicable law was triggered. The shattered Soul Orb actually fused with the hundred-refined Sinking Silver, and together, they flowed into the blade of the Bamboo Light.

In the end, a completely different Tachi sat upon the forging table.

Tang Heng gripped the hilt and swung it through the air, producing a sharp whistling sound.

Compared to the original Bamboo Light, the Silver Paper Bamboo Light was significantly sharper.

Moreover, Tang Heng could clearly feel that by using Sinking Silver instead of iron ingots, the Silver Paper Bamboo Light had gained the property of increased durability.

This proved that crafting tools and armor using rare metals from the Douluo Continent plane was indeed feasible.

I remember that thousand-refinement leads to spirit, where the metal gains sublimation effects and additional attributes during forging? What would happen if I added an enchanted book during the process?

Tang Heng thought to himself.

However, he didn't plan to experiment with that just yet, as he didn't have many decent enchanted books in his inventory. He could look for some after he went back.

Putting the Silver Paper Bamboo Light back into his inventory, Tang Heng spent a little more time familiarizing himself with the forging room before Lang Yue arrived to pick them up.

As soon as they met, the usually stern Mang Tian was actually chatting and laughing with Lang Yue, showering Tang Heng and his brother with praise, leaving Lang Yue momentarily stunned.

"So, you're saying both of my sons have a talent for forging?"

Mang Tian nodded slightly and said with a smile, "Isn't that so? I intend to take Wulin as my personal apprentice. As for little Heng, I won't be able to teach him for long, so I will certainly report today's events to an old friend of mine; he is far more qualified than I am to instruct little Heng."

Although Lang Yue did not know who Mang Tian intended to find as a teacher for Tang Heng, judging by his tone, she feared that the professional rank of that old friend was even higher than Mang Tian's.

Wouldn't that make him a Saint Craftsman?!

On the way home, Lang Yue's face was full of smiles, and there was an indescribable joy in her eyes.

"Heng'er, now that you have a new teacher, you must guide Wulin more in the future. Your father and I don't ask for you to be wealthy or powerful, but at the very least, you must be brotherly and respectful to one another, understand?"

"Don't worry, Mom. If Brother wants me to go east, I will never go west; if he wants me to go south, I will never go north!"

Tang Wulin said while eating a chicken leg.

Seeing this, Tang Heng took a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to his younger brother: "Wipe your mouth when you're finished. If you go back with a greasy mouth, Na'er will definitely dislike it."

The mother and her two sons chatted and laughed all the way home, and soon they arrived.

After the three of them left, Mang Tian took out his communicator, sat down, and began to draft a recommendation letter that would be enough to change the landscape of the entire Douluo Continent's blacksmithing world.

[To: Cen Yue, you old stubborn mule]

"You shouldn't be asleep at this hour, right? If you're awake, reply when you see this."

"Although I haven't been in touch with an old thing like you for a long time, I don't want to exchange any pleasantries with you."

"I found two treasures in Proud Arrival City, both six years old, not long after their Martial Soul awakening. I estimate the younger one is also a seedling for a Saint Craftsman, so I have taken him as my apprentice first."

"As for the older one... I cannot teach him. He is gifted with extraordinary talent; he touched a forging hammer for the first time today and immediately performed Hundred Refinement on Sinking Silver. I know his family's circumstances inside and out; it is impossible for him to have learned forging knowledge beforehand, and his Martial Soul quality is also extremely high—it is a True Dragon Martial Soul."

"I have put more data in the attachment, with video footage from the workshop as proof. Don't say I'm lying to you when the time comes."

"Old Cen, I truly do not want this piece of uncut jade to be buried in the dirt. When I have taught him to complete Thousand Refinement, you bring Zhen Hua over to take him as an apprentice. I have a premonition that this child will likely bring earth-shaking changes to the forging world."

"--Your father, Mang Tian."

Select, send.

Mang Tian watched the words "Transmission Successful" on the communicator, let out a long sigh, and slumped into his chair, drinking tea while waiting for a reply.

"Old Cen, don't you dare let me down."