Chance Encounter with Evil Soul Master, A Battle

In this modern era where Soul Tools, mechs, and Battle Armor are developing rapidly, the Blacksmith Association is no longer the obscure entity it once was, having transformed into a major power.

Although it still lacks the deep foundations of Shrek, the Spirit Pagoda, or the official Douluo Federation, it can certainly be described as possessing immense financial strength.

To Zhen Hua, mere Federation Coins are no different from dirt.

Wanting to commission him to forge a set of four-word Battle Armor isn't something that can be achieved just by spending money.

In fact, even offering money isn't enough to secure an appointment to meet Zhen Hua.

Faced with Tang Heng's quote, Zhen Hua didn't hesitate for even a second, raising his hand to purchase one hundred Enchanting Tables.

Having just undergone hands-on instruction from Tang Heng, he had roughly grasped the techniques of enchanting and understood that the attributes granted were random and uncontrollable.

If one wishes to imbue a specific metal or component with a desired attribute, one must rely on Enchanted Books.

Furthermore, the act of enchanting consumes soul power—and quite a significant amount at that; the higher the level of the enchantment, the greater the soul power required.

"How is it? I think Protection IV is quite good."

Tang Heng stood to the side, reaching out to gently stroke the four-word Battle Armor on Zhen Hua's body, murmuring to himself:

"How is it? I think Protection IV is quite good."

Looking at the Battle Armor shimmering with a purple halo, Tang Heng felt a wave of emotion.

This thing is seriously cool; when his own strength is sufficient, he must definitely get himself a set even more handsome and flashy than this.

When that time comes, he'll first craft a god-tier mech made entirely of Heavenly Forging metal, then wear a set of high-level enchanted four-word Battle Armor, all while possessing a physical body on the level of the Dragon God.

That way, others fighting him would be like clearing a dungeon; break one layer of armor, and he'd have a second and third phase.

Add in some strong potion buffs, and Tang Heng wondered if he was being a bit too "underworld" with his tactics.

Zhen Hua nodded, his black eyes filled with excitement.

As a set of four-word Battle Armor crafted from Heavenly Forging metal, it had long been linked to his life; at this moment, he could feel the armor cheering and leaping with joy.

This so-called Protection IV enchantment was actually able to elevate the defensive power of his armor to a whole new level.

To achieve this so easily without changing the materials or the forging methods—to the Zhen Hua of just a short while ago, this would have been nothing but a fantasy.

But now, the feedback from the spirit of the Battle Armor and everything he witnessed before his eyes told him that this was reality.

"It's wonderful, I've never felt such a marvelous sensation." Zhen Hua spread his arms as if bathing in sunlight, his expression comfortable and satisfied.

"My Battle Armor is cheering; I can feel the rhythm of its life."

These Enchanting Tables must be promoted aggressively! The Blacksmith Association must monopolize them!

"President Zhen Hua, the one hundred Enchanting Tables you ordered should be ready for delivery by this Saturday." Tang Heng rubbed his hands together and said sheepishly:

"About the payment..."

Zhen Hua waved his hand grandly, and a gold-stamped card was tossed onto the table.

"All the money in this card is yours. Furthermore, holding this Supreme Card grants you an unlimited credit line at all major auction houses within the Douluo Federation."

"As long as Young Friend Tang guarantees that this enchanting craft will not fall into the hands of others in the future, from now on, all your expenses will be covered by me, Zhen Hua!"

Tang Heng swallowed hard, and after a moment of hesitation, he accepted the membership card.

Such a wealthy benefactor isn't common, and as for Zhen Hua wanting to monopolize the enchanting craft within the Blacksmith Association, what did that have to do with him?

In any case, he was just a supplier of items; money for goods, a simple principle.

"When I go back this weekend, I must take Na'er and Mom and Dad to the best restaurant in Eastsea for a delicious meal~"

Secretly calculating the use of this money, Tang Heng took out his Silk Touch Diamond Pickaxe, dismantled the Enchanting Table and bookshelves, and tossed them to Zhen Hua.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, agreed to meet at the Eastsea City Blacksmith Association on the weekend to deliver the remaining Enchanting Tables and bookshelves, and then Zhen Hua left immediately.

Zhen Hua now had to return to Tiandou City as quickly as possible to gather all the branch presidents for a meeting to discuss how to gradually promote the use of enchanting crafts within the forging world.

He had a premonition that this seemingly insignificant transaction today might become the starting point for changing the Blacksmith Association.

After Zhen Hua left, Tang Heng had no intention of staying behind and returned directly to the MC plane to craft more Enchanting Tables and bookshelves.

The stock he had at home likely wouldn't be enough; once Zhen Hua got a taste of the benefits, he would probably come asking for another batch.

Soon, a week passed in the blink of an eye.

Today is Saturday, and as boarding students, they can go home to rest for two days before returning to school on Monday morning.

Tang Heng let Tang Wulin take the chicken cartilage he had made home to Na'er first, while he prepared to hail a cab to the Blacksmith Association to deliver the goods.

Because his redstone technology wasn't up to par, Tang Heng couldn't manage to build a sugarcane farm after tinkering for a long time, so he simply took the payment from Zhen Hua to buy a pile of sugarcane at the market and brought it back to the MC plane to make paper.

Walking out of the campus, he didn't see any taxis nearby.

Flying over in broad daylight seemed too conspicuous, so Tang Heng decided to just use space elements to perform a spatial shift.

Finding an empty alley, Tang Heng switched to his Silver Dragon King martial soul; his short black hair transformed into long silver hair reaching his waist, and his figure became taller and more slender.

"Hmm, I remember the coordinates for the Blacksmith Association were in the southeast corner..."

Tang Heng expanded his spiritual power to sense the specific location, silver light flickered around his body, and he vanished from the alley.

When he opened his eyes once more, the sight before him left Tang Heng frozen in place.

A dilapidated old house, a thick layer of dust coating the floor, and a dim pendant lamp hanging from the ceiling, rattling with a rhythmic clicking sound.

Not far away, several figures dressed in purple-black robes with hoods pulled low, obscuring their faces, were gathered together as if discussing something.

"Is this still Eastsea City? Where the hell did I end up?"

Tang Heng scratched his head, muttering in confusion.

"A girl? How did she break in here?"

"I, I don't know. I constructed this space myself; no one should know where the entrance is."

A scrawny man in black robes shrugged, his tone dripping with disdain: "Look at how cowardly you all are. With guts like that, you still want to make something of yourselves in the Holy Cult?"

Suddenly, the scrawny man's figure flickered like a ghost, appearing right before Tang Heng, his withered hands reaching out from beneath his robes:

"Child, though I don't know how you got in, seeing things you shouldn't see means you must be severely punished~"

The moment that large hand made contact, Tang Heng instinctively threw a punch, sending the scrawny man in black flying instantly; his chest caved in as blood sprayed everywhere.

Only after coming to his senses did Tang Heng realize he might have used a bit too much strength, and he said awkwardly:

"My apologies. I have a bit of a germaphobe streak; I don't like people touching me so casually."

"Who are you?!"

The leader of the men in black barked a sharp reprimand, seven soul rings emerging beneath his feet—yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black—as the pressure of a Soul Saint surged toward Tang Heng like a tidal wave.

More than the man's cultivation, it was his martial soul that caught his attention.

A skeleton, devoid of any flesh and wielding a scythe, hovered behind the man, the entire figure exuding the stench of rotting corpses and an aura of evil.

So, they were Evil Soul Masters.

In that case, why the hell did he just apologize? He should have just beaten them all to death.

His strength had surged recently; using these Evil Soul Masters to test his combat power was just perfect.