Great Changes in the Forging World, the Enchanting Altar Makes its Debut

"Six-Star Grandmaster, Six-Star Grandmaster..."

Lan Ruobing walked in front, still muttering to herself under her breath.

She was a blacksmith herself, yet she had only reached the third rank, while her own student was already at the sixth.

The gap between people was truly greater than the gap between a person and a dog.

Before long, Lan Ruobing brought Tang Heng to the Dean's office.

"Student Tang Heng, you can go in yourself. If you need to leave the academy later, I will notify the dormitory manager on your behalf."

With that, Lan Ruobing took her leave first.

Watching his homeroom teacher's retreating figure and recalling the respectful tone she had just used, Tang Heng couldn't help but sigh softly.

Has a tragic, thick barrier already formed between us?

Shaking his head, Tang Heng gave a light knock on the mahogany door, and a deep, middle-aged male voice came from within:

"Please, come in."

Pushing open the wooden door, Tang Heng saw Zhen Hua sitting beside the main seat.

He looked unremarkable, yet he exuded an inexplicable sense of composure. One could only say he was worthy of being the core of the Blacksmith Association and the only Divine Craftsman in the world.

"This must be young friend Tang Heng, right? Please, sit."

Zhen Hua didn't put on the airs of an elder; instead, he was courteous, as if treating an equal.

Tang Heng didn't stand on ceremony and walked straight to the sofa to sit down.

As expected of furniture in the Dean's office, the quality of the sofa was quite good, feeling rather soft.

"President Zhen Hua, I know why you're here, so let's stop beating around the bush and speak plainly."

Zhen Hua was slightly taken aback, not expecting Tang Heng to be so direct, but he quickly recovered; after all, the person before him was no ordinary child.

A seven-year-old Six-Star Spirit Forging Grandmaster, Twin Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power, plus a unique Enchanting craft—who wouldn't be a little proud?

Zhen Hua took out the metal part that had been enchanted by Tang Heng's hand and placed it on the table.

"As a Divine Craftsman, I wouldn't dare say I've surpassed the sages of the past, but I feel that in terms of forging attainments, no one on this continent can currently compete with me."

"Yet, this part has shattered the common knowledge I've accumulated over many years."

When rare metals are mined and smelted, some naturally possess inherent properties, such as increased hardness or superior conductivity.

However, for the vast majority of metals, their true properties are only unlocked through Thousand-Refinement or higher.

Yet, this Tungsten Steel part before him was merely a defective product made from scraps by a first-rank blacksmith when he was bored.

After being enchanted by Tang Heng, its durability had already surpassed that of an ordinary Thousand-Refinement grade Tungsten Steel part.

Zhen Hua and Mu Chen were once fellow disciples; they learned forging together and progressed together, and both had even fallen for Yuan Bao'er.

However, to stay true to his convictions, he had devoted himself entirely to forging, eventually becoming the Divine Craftsman he was today.

Mu Chen married Yuan Bao'er and remained in Eastsea City, content with a quiet life.

It could be said that in Zhen Hua's heart, the pursuit of superior technique had even triumphed over his longing for love.

From this perspective, Tang Heng felt Zhen Hua was quite impressive—to actually overcome the underlying logic of a romance-driven continent; he was truly worthy of being the only one of his kind, clearly possessing some real substance.

"That is only natural. Enchanting is a method that only I possess at the moment; it is one of a kind." Tang Heng picked up the Tungsten Steel part from the table and toyed with it in his palm.

After a few rounds of testing, the part's durability bar had only dropped by a sliver; it seemed Enchanting III was doing its job.

"That is why I came here specifically—to learn from you."

Zhen Hua's tone was solemn, his eyes revealing nothing but a yearning and thirst for a brand-new technique.

This steadfast seeker of the path reminded Tang Heng of the Divine Craftsman Lou Gao from the first Douluo series.

Tang Heng sighed and shook his head. "I apologize, President, but I don't know how to teach you the principles. The conditions for Enchanting are highly compatible with my Martial Soul."

The main issue was that the primary tools for Enchanting were the Enchanted Book and the Enchanting Table—things that didn't exist on the Douluo Continent and had to be pulled from the MC plane, so it wasn't exactly a teachable skill.

He didn't know how to convey it to Zhen Hua through words.

Zhen Hua nodded slightly, not overly suspicious, merely feeling a sense of regret.

"Although I cannot teach you the principles, I can allow you to use this technique."

"Oh? Tell me more." The dim light in Zhen Hua's eyes reignited. Even if he didn't understand the principles for now, as long as he could use it, perhaps with his own intelligence, he could reverse-engineer the logic?

Just as the protagonist Fang Yuan said in that novel about the Great Love Immortal Venerable:

Heaven never closes all doors; as long as I am willing to walk, the path lies beneath my feet!

Zhen Hua watched as Tang Heng stood up without a word and circled the office, seemingly measuring the size of the open space.

Immediately after, a table-like object with a black base, inlaid with blue edges, and a floating, closed book on top was pulled out by Tang Heng and placed on the carpet in front of the desk.

"Young friend, what is this..."

"Just watch quietly. I'll teach you step-by-step in a moment."

Tang Heng planned out the distance between the Enchanting Table and the bookshelves, then pulled out a pile of bookshelves and arranged them according to the standard max-level Enchanting format.

"Come here, give me a part or a tool or something."

"Oh, oh, alright."

Zhen Hua hurried over, took a Level 3 Soul Tool scimitar from his storage soul tool, and handed it to Tang Heng.

Tang Heng took the scimitar, swung it twice in his hand, and it whistled as it cut through the air.

"Was this forged from Cold Iron?"

"I believe so. I just grabbed it at random; I didn't go out of my way to pick it."

"No matter, this will do."

Tang Heng held the scimitar and walked over to the Enchanting Table.

Zhen Hua stood to the side, staring fixedly at Tang Heng, terrified that he might miss a single detail.

This feeling was just like when he was an apprentice, watching with the same focused intensity as his teacher taught him forging techniques.

Suddenly, the closed book flipped open, and a swarm of mysterious tadpole-like characters drifted out from the nearby bookshelf, merging into the Enchanting Table.

Zhen Hua felt Tang Heng's soul power drop abruptly, as if something had just drained it away.

"It's done, go ahead and check it."

Tang Heng let out a breath and turned to hand the enchanted scimitar to Zhen Hua.

That was it?

Zhen Hua found it hard to believe, but he took the scimitar and began to examine it closely.

"The sharpness of this scimitar has actually seen a massive increase; its offensive power is approaching that of a Level 5 melee soul tool."

"The durability is the same as that Tungsten Steel part..."

Zhen Hua gripped the scimitar tightly, then pulled a straw dummy from his storage ring.

With a single horizontal slash, the Soul Tool Test Dummy was sliced clean in half, and there were clear scorch marks along the cut.

"It even added a fire element attachment property? Can enchanting really add different attributes to an item?" Zhen Hua asked excitedly.

"What about the limit? Does this young friend know what the limit is for adding attributes through enchanting?"

Tang Heng scratched his head. The current MC plane came with mods that added more enchantments, and after merging with the Douluo Continent plane, even more enchantment properties had been added; he truly didn't know the exact number.

But one thing was certain: as long as he made an Enchanted Book and hammered it on an Anvil.

Provided there was enough soul power, there was theoretically no limit to the enchantments an item could hold.

"Uh, as long as there is enough soul power, it should be infinitely stackable."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Hua stood frozen in place, taking a long time to recover from the shock.

"Then, can this device be mass-produced?"

"It can, as long as I'm willing." Tang Heng thought for a moment, then added, "As long as you can afford the price, I can set one up in every branch of the Blacksmith Association."

"Buy it, we must buy it!"