Enchanting Craftsmanship, Shaking Douluo for Ten Thousand Years (Seeking Follow-ups)

"This is a special technique of my other martial soul; I call it Enchanting."

Tang Heng spoke unhurriedly, then took out a Protection IV Enchanted Book and handed it to Mu Chen.

Mu Chen took the book, observed it closely, and channeled his soul power into it, managing to discern the profound mysteries within.

"Simply put, I can use forging to add different enchanted attributes to rare metals, granting the metal—or rather, the components—distinct characteristics."

By stacking this onto the inherent properties a metal gains after Thousand-Refinement, it effectively adds an extra layer of effects.

"The characteristics of every component can be stacked with one another, you see."

"W-what?"

Mu Chen exclaimed. If things were truly as Tang Heng described, this technique called Enchanting would be enough to influence every subsequent mecha and Battle Armor forging process.

After all, neither Battle Armors nor mechas were cast or stamped from a single solid block of metal.

They were composed of individual components combined and assembled to form a complete whole.

"Uncle Mu..."

Before Tang Heng could finish his sentence, Mu Chen raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Don't call me uncle anymore. In the path of mastery, the capable come first; from now on, we shall address each other as peers."

Mu Chen leaned in closer, his tone carrying a hint of ingratiation: "I've decided you are my worthy brother. We can exchange ideas on forging—for instance, I can teach you about Spirit Forging, Soul Forging, and Fusion Forging."

"And you, let me have a look at that Enchanting of yours."

Mu Xi stood there, completely stunned.

Wait, Dad, what are you doing?

Her beautiful eyes widened in surprise, her gaze darting back and forth between Mu Chen and Tang Heng.

You two are peers now, so what about me?

Does that make me a generation younger?

If I end up with Tang Heng in the future... would that be considered a violation of social norms and ethics?

Tang Heng was too busy dealing with Mu Chen to notice the unrealistic fantasies forming in Mu Xi's mind.

If he knew, he would certainly have retorted with a sharp remark:

Douluo Continent, truly living up to its name; the power of the God of Love is unfathomable.

Seeing Mu Chen practically pressing against him, Tang Heng hurriedly pushed him away and spoke up:

"Stop, stop, stop. This Enchanting technique of mine isn't something I can perform at any time. Even if you beg me, Brother Mu, I can't just do it on command."

"Is it related to your other martial soul?"

Tang Heng nodded. Anyway, this was the Douluo Continent; one could attribute any strange ability to a martial soul.

As long as it wasn't an ancient, cliché martial soul like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon or the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda, who could say for sure what abilities a bizarre, awakened martial soul might have?

The final right of interpretation rested with the user himself.

Catching a glimpse of the evaluator, who had turned into a statue nearby, Mu Chen realized he had lost his composure. He cleared his throat and put on a serious, professional expression.

"In that case, once Wulin finishes his evaluation, Brother Tang, you should head back and get some rest."

"I've already made arrangements at the primary academy. If you don't wish to live in the dorms, I can assign a private driver to be responsible for taking you brothers to and from school."

Tang Heng waved his hand, declining Mu Chen's kind offer.

Since he had come to the Douluo Continent, how could he not experience academy life?

"Go and upload the data from this evaluation; report it truthfully," Mu Chen reminded the evaluator, who had been standing there in a daze for a long time. "For this forging rank assessment, set it to Six-Star Grandmaster. I, Mu Chen, will personally vouch for Brother Tang."

"Y-yes, President! I'll get right on it!"

The evaluator snapped back to reality, clutched the files on the table, and scurried out.

He had just witnessed a massive scoop today!

A seven-year-old Spirit Forging Grandmaster, a brand-new forging technique, and someone who could stand as a peer to President Mu Chen.

Wouldn't this blow up the traffic if posted on social media?

The subsequent evaluation ended quickly, and the results were quite good; Tang Wulin successfully achieved the rank of a Level 2 Forger.

Under Tang Heng's training for over a year, his soul power level had reached Level 8, and his absorption rate of the Gold Dragon King bloodline far exceeded the original story; despite his young age, he already possessed strength exceeding a thousand catties.

Seeing how outstanding Tang Wulin was, Mu Chen figured that since he had missed out on Tang Heng, he couldn't let this seedling slip away.

Besides, since he was Tang Heng's younger brother, building a closer relationship would be beneficial for everyone.

Tang Wulin was also quite sensible; knowing that the other party was only taking him as a disciple out of respect for his brother, he didn't dare refuse and completed the apprenticeship ceremony on the spot.

"You must practice diligently in the future and not bring shame to your brother."

"Yes! Master, I will definitely work twice as hard from now on!"

Tang Wulin nodded excitedly. He looked back at Tang Heng, who was sitting to the side flirting with his Spirit Sheath, his heart filled with gratitude.

If not for his brother, how would he have had the chance to be apprenticed to a Saint Craftsman?

The debt of gratitude I owe my brother can never be repaid!

Suddenly, she noticed Senior Sister Mu Xi, who had been acting so overbearing just a moment ago, actually leaning in toward her brother. With her hands clasped behind her back, she wore the bashful expression of a little girl.

Tang Wulin narrowed his eyes, unable to help but mutter to himself:

Here it comes, the thieving cat.

He already has me and Na'er... and Miss Spirit Sheath, for that matter.

On the other side, Tang Heng was wiping down the blade of Spirit Sheath while replying to Mu Xi.

"Are you free Saturday morning? Sorry, I have to cultivate."

"Then, what about the afternoon?"

"I have to accompany my little sister in the afternoon."

"Sunday, surely you have time on Sunday? Both cultivation and forging require a steady, step-by-step approach. You have to rest eventually; you can't keep yourself wound so tight, right?"

Tang Heng looked up, putting on a thoughtful expression.

Mu Xi felt her heart racing so fast that she had to lower her head, unable to meet Tang Heng's gaze.

"Hmm... you do have a point. Balancing work and rest is indeed necessary."

"S-so, that means..."

Mu Xi tilted her head up, looking at Tang Heng with an expectant face.

Tang Heng smiled and replied, "So, I'll set aside one day on the weekend to accompany my sister. I'm not home from Monday to Friday, so she must be quite lonely."

"You, what is wrong with you!" Mu Xi stomped her foot in anger, her puffed-up cheeks making her look exactly like a pufferfish. "Are you a sister-con or something?"

Tang Heng frowned, saying with a straight face:

"Little niece, you shouldn't say things like that. I'll sue you for slander."

"Exactly, exactly. Xi'er, how are you talking to your Uncle Tang? Have some respect. This is called valuing family, understand? It's called being loyal and righteous."

Mu Chen chimed in from the side, leaving Mu Xi completely unable to vent her frustration.

"Dad is a big idiot!"

Mu Xi stormed out in a huff, slamming the door of the forging room shut with a loud bang.

Mu Chen shook his head helplessly and sighed, "She's got such a hot temper for a young girl; I've spoiled her rotten."

After the two continued their conversation for a while longer, Mu Chen had his driver take his personal vehicle to drop the Tang brothers off at their villa in East Sea.

"Wow—" Tang Wulin looked at the exquisite house ahead, which was no less impressive than the cabin Tang Heng had built in the MC plane, and couldn't help but ask, "Brother, is this our home from now on?"

"Of course. The property rights have been transferred to Mom and Dad's names; if this isn't our home, what is?"

As soon as they rang the doorbell, a little silver-haired rice ball couldn't wait to run out from the entryway, crashing straight into Tang Heng's arms.

Na'er tilted her little face up, her smile sweet and her voice soft and sticky:

"Brother~ Welcome home!"