Sin, Sin. (Seeking Follow-ups, Please!)

East Sea Blacksmith Association, top-floor president's office.

Mu Chen reclined comfortably in his eight-immortal chair, enjoying the warm sunlight before the floor-to-ceiling window with a cup of top-tier tea at his side.

Cen Yue, who was sitting next to him reporting on work, suddenly let out a strange cry, startling him so much he nearly spilled his tea.

"What's going on? Why the fuss? You're at your age, can't you be a bit more composed?"

Mu Chen pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to dab at the tea stains on his sleeve.

Cen Yue hesitated for a long moment before finally speaking: "It's that kid Mang Tian; he just sent me a message."

"Oh? Mang Tian actually took the initiative to contact you? That's a rarity! The kid has decent skills; if his martial soul weren't a bit lacking, he might have already ranked among the Seven-Star Saint Craftsmen, right?"

Mu Chen said with a smile. He had some impression of that fellow, who was antisocial but stubborn when it came to forging.

His talent wasn't high, but he made up for it with enough hard work, already surpassing many blacksmiths of his generation.

"The message says he just took on apprentices in Proud Arrival City. The younger one is likely Saint Craftsman material... and the older one, just six years old and having just awakened his martial soul, performed a Hundred-Refinement in One Hammer."

"Cough, cough, cough! Is that for real?"

Mu Chen lost his usual Saint Craftsman composure, sitting straight up and leaning over toward Cen Yue.

Cen Yue clicked on the attachment, and a video slowly unfolded on the office's holographic projector.

In the footage, a black-haired boy, looking every bit the innocent child, faced a piece of Sinking Silver riddled with impurities, his forging hammer raised high above his head.

Seeing this rare metal, Mu Chen couldn't help but retort: "Sinking Silver is already hard enough, and this piece hasn't even been tempered by high heat, plus it has so many impurities—it's completely unsuitable for forging. He's using this as his first piece?"

Immediately following, as the forging hammer fell, Mu Chen swallowed his skepticism whole.

They watched with their own eyes as the mottled Sinking Silver shrank by a full third with that single strike from Tang Heng, with many impurities being expelled.

If it weren't for the lack of the crucial metal sublimation property, Mu Chen felt this Sinking Silver was nearly at the Thousand-Refinement level.

To have such divine strength at such a young age—what kind of innate talent is this!

"His martial soul seems to be a Golden Dragon, a true dragon martial soul, and he has Innate Full Soul Power. I just checked the files; he seems to possess the Ultimate Strength attribute."

"Furthermore, this child's spiritual power is also very high. I used internal channels to obtain the Spirit Pagoda's spiritual power test report for Tang Heng from Proud Arrival City. When he tested a few days ago, he was already at the Spirit Connection Realm Mid-Stage, with a full 251 points."

Upon hearing this, Mu Chen laughed heartily: "Hahaha, this child is truly a seed for a Divine Craftsman!"

To become a Divine Craftsman, exquisite forging technique is one thing, but more importantly, one needs sufficiently abundant soul power and spiritual power to sustain the terrifying consumption required for Heavenly Forging.

Otherwise, after all these years, their Blacksmith Association wouldn't have only one Divine Craftsman like Zhen Hua.

"Reply to Mang Tian and tell him I know. Once this child completes a Thousand-Refinement, I'll bring that old fellow Zhen Hua to visit in person and take him as an apprentice!"

With Mu Chen's word given, Cen Yue dared not delay and hurriedly replied to Mang Tian.

After Cen Yue left, Mu Chen continued to lie back and drink his tea, though his mood was clearly much better than before.

After sending the brothers home, Lang Yue went out to buy groceries, saying she would make a big feast to celebrate, leaving the three little ones at home.

Tang Wulin chose to work hard, applying ointment before running out to the small park nearby to meditate and cultivate.

Tang Heng stayed in the room, continuing to write his "Great Love Immortal Venerable" with flying fingers.

Recently, this book had hit the website's homepage and had already accumulated quite a few readers.

The most generous ones were, of course, the old readers from his previous book; Sky-Propping Spear and his wife would tip him ten or twenty thousand Federation Credits every couple of days. Tang Heng could make over a hundred thousand Federation Credits a month on them alone.

Once this round of royalties came in, Tang Heng planned to tell his old man to stop working.

The work of a mecha repairman was exhausting, paid poorly, and carried the risk of exposure.

Why risk your life for a few hundred bucks a month?

Tang Heng sat before his laptop, his fingers dancing across the keyboard, producing a series of crisp sounds.

He was determined to take the knowledge of the Demon from Beyond the Heavens and forcefully instill it into the brains of the Douluo Federation!

Na'er walked quietly behind him, watching Tang Heng silently with her hands behind her back. She could tell her brother was very focused right now, so she wouldn't disturb him.

It wasn't until Tang Heng finished the last chapter of the day and closed his laptop that Na'er spoke up:

"Brother, what exactly happened last night?"

"After that warm thing of yours entered my body, Na'er felt so comfortable. I... I want to do it again..."

What kind of thunderous statement was that? Officer, I'm innocent!

Tang Heng cleared his throat and whispered: "You can, but remember not to say things like that in the future, especially when there are people you don't know around."

Na'er tugged at her skirt, her round, fair toes curling slightly like a row of neat little pearls, and she blushed as she said: "Okay, as long as it makes Na'er feel good, I'll do whatever Brother wants."

???

Truly worthy of being the other half of the Silver Dragon.

Tang Heng sighed inwardly before taking Na'er's soft little hand.

Was it just his imagination, or did Na'er's hand feel even softer and sweeter than yesterday?

"Mmhmm—"

As soul power was injected, Na'er's toes curled instinctively, and she let out a soft moan.

The warm, fuzzy sensation from yesterday was truly comfortable, as if something her body had been craving for a long time had finally been recovered.

Tang Heng also felt that cultivating this way was quite good; he was about to break through to level seventeen.

Furthermore, he felt that the quality of the Nine-Colored soul power at his dantian vortex was higher than that of a single Dragon King Martial Soul, which might prove to be of great use in the future.

Na'er felt completely at ease, her body softening as she slumped against Tang Heng's shoulder, her little face flushed red as if stained by a rosy glow.

The soul power of the Gold Dragon King and Silver Dragon King circulated between the two, with the majority being absorbed by Tang Heng's Nine-Colored Vortex.

Yet even so, just a tiny bit of Gold Dragon King soul power flowing into her made Na'er feel incredibly comfortable.

Just as the two siblings were snuggled together, Tang Wulin, who had finished his meditation, returned.

"Big brother and Na'er, what are you two doing?"

Tang Wulin asked.

Na'er blushed, saying softly, "I'm doing something comfortable with Brother Heng..."

Hey! Little sister, that's not something you should say.

Tang Heng hurriedly interrupted, explaining, "It's just like when I helped you deal with the Low-Level Dragon Beast last time; you could call it a form of cultivation. We can do it together, too."

"Really? Then I want in too!"

Tang Wulin changed into his slippers and wrapped his arms around Tang Heng's neck from behind on the left.

Well, a duo has turned into a trio; this is quite something.

Because Tang Wulin's Gold Dragon King bloodline was impure and suppressed by seals, injecting soul power without Martial Soul Possession might not provide enough stimulation.

Since they were all family, there was nothing to hide, so Tang Heng directly switched to his Silver Dragon King Martial Soul, his appearance and temperament undergoing a heaven-shaking transformation in an instant.

Na'er leaned in, her nose brushing against Tang Heng's snow-white neck, and after sniffing, she said, "Hehe, Brother Heng has turned into a big sister, and you smell nice too~"

"Mmm, I can feel it too... it really is very comfortable."

Tang Wulin also became dazed, golden light surging from his body as he instinctively released his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

With Tang Wulin's participation, the rotation speed of the vortex in Tang Heng's dantian increased significantly, and the converted Nine-Colored soul power began to multiply—one wisp, two wisps, three wisps...

Looking at the two little ones snuggled against his sides, Tang Heng thought to himself:

Forgive me, forgive me.