SlashBlade

SlashBlade, a classic mod in the history of MC, features a vast array of different versions.

From famous blades to cursed swords, the variety is countless.

It can even provide you with a Senren Banka, where every swing of the blade triggers a "Ciallo(∠・ω<)⌒☆."

I wonder which version this newly added SlashBlade belongs to?

Regardless of the version or add-ons, SlashBlade always stays true to its core.

Picking up the dropped log blocks, he skillfully breaks them down into planks, then crafts a crafting table and a wooden sword.

Finding a passing chicken, he strikes it once with the wooden sword, then arranges two logs and the wooden sword diagonally.

Clang, clang, clang—a brand new Nameless Blade: Puppet is born.

Tang Heng grips the puppet, executing a fluid and crisp Iaijutsu Slash, leaving a faint arc of light in mid-air.

It feels as natural as if he had swung a sword thousands of times; he mastered it the moment he gripped the blade.

As expected, the basic crafting method for the blade hasn't changed.

There are so many interesting rare metals on the Douluo Continent, and some can even be imbued with life through forging. I wonder if I could use those rare metals to forge a SlashBlade?

Tang Heng's thoughts wander, leading him to this idea.

Since his younger brother will soon be going to Mang Tian to learn forging, he should probably go and give it a try himself when the time comes.

After all, Battle Armor is great, and mechs are pretty cool too.

If he could become a Divine Craftsman and build a mech entirely out of Heaven-Forged metal, perhaps it could completely outperform a four-word Battle Armor?

For the time being, Tang Heng continues to roam the Star Dou Great Forest, slaying some soul beasts to increase his soul power, while collecting resources and mining ores to fill his inventory.

In just three days, Tang Heng's Soul Power Level has risen by another rank.

One rank every three days—even at the Soul Master level, this would be considered the talent of a prodigy in the outside world.

Improving too quickly isn't necessarily a good thing. He currently lacks any background; if Shrek were to set their sights on him, they might at most try to brainwash him.

If the Holy Spirit Cult were to take an interest in him, that would be far from pleasant.

Calculating the time difference between the MC plane and the Douluo plane, Tang Heng returns to the village and, instead of sleeping, chooses to log out of the plane and return to reality.

Outside the window, the bright moon hangs in the sky.

A wave of soul power emanates from the upper bunk; though faint, it carries a sense of endless vitality.

It is Tang Wulin in a state of meditation.

I always feel that compared to the original work, my brother's talent for life force seems to be manifesting more prominently.

This state looks even better than his first meditation in the original story. Could it be that my actions yesterday intimidated that Gold Dragon King fellow? Or has this little guy grasped the things I taught him today?

Staring at Tang Wulin for a long while, Tang Heng mutters to himself.

On the way home from school, he had shared the theories he found on forums regarding the cultivation paths for the Blue Silver Grass martial soul with Tang Wulin.

Indeed, on the grand stage of Douluo, don't come here if you're a cheater.

He doesn't disturb Tang Wulin, and judging by the sounds outside, his parents have returned.

Just as in the original story, Na'er, who appeared as a fragment of the Silver Dragon King, has no background and naturally stays with their family.

"From today on, Na'er, I am your older brother."

"Call me Brother Heng and let me hear it."

Na'er nods, revealing a faint smile, her voice sweet and soft: "Hello, Brother Heng~"

Ah, little girls are the best.

Of course, he has no ulterior motives; as a young man raised under the red flag, he maintains basic morality.

Na'er is only five and a half years old; anyone who has impure thoughts about her is a monster who deserves to be tied up and shocked.

Rubbing her soft head, which feels excellent, Tang Heng pulls a hazelnut chocolate bar from his bag.

Na'er takes the chocolate, unwraps it, and puts it in her mouth. A rich aroma blooms on her taste buds, making her happily cup her small face and say, "Mmm—this is so yummy!"

"Be a good girl, and Brother will buy you more later."

"Mm-hmm!"

Seeing such a heartwarming scene, Tang Ziran and his wife feel that their decision to adopt Na'er was the right one.

"By the way, son, aren't you at level ten soul power? It's time to choose a Soul Spirit."

Tang Ziran looks troubled. When he went to the official's office today to check on Na'er's information, he took the opportunity to ask the staff about Soul Spirits.

At the Proud Arrival City Spirit Pagoda, even the cheapest hundred-year Soul Spirit costs a million federal coins.

His son has a high-quality martial soul and Innate Full Soul Power; giving him a ten-year Soul Spirit would only hinder his future as a Soul Master.

But a million federal coins is truly an astronomical figure for their family.

However, even if he has to borrow the money, he will scrape together that million federal coins.

No matter what you suffer, you shouldn't let the children suffer.

Tang Heng nodded, as he could see his father's embarrassment; he knew their family situation better than anyone, so he spoke up:

"You don't need to worry about that, Dad. I spoke to the academy teachers about our family situation today, and the principal said they would fund the purchase of a century-level Soul Spirit for me."

If it weren't to avoid drawing unwanted attention, he would have just gone to the MC plane to slaughter a soul beast himself.

"Then we must thank them; that is no small sum of money."

Tang Ziran's expression was solemn as he reminded him, "Although our family isn't some noble clan and we are just ordinary folk, we must always remember to be grateful and never be ungrateful people."

"Don't worry, don't you know what kind of person your son is? Both Xiao Heng and Wulin are good children."

Lang Yue walked over, and seeing Na'er looking at her with wide, expectant eyes, she pulled the girl into her arms: "Na'er is a good girl too, Mommy's good daughter. Remember to learn from your brothers, okay?"

"Na'er knows!"

Before long, Tang Wulin also woke up from his meditation. Upon learning that Na'er had officially joined their family, he jumped up and down with joy, only calming down after a reminder from Tang Heng.

To welcome Na'er's arrival, Tang Ziran went out and bought a large pile of skewers.

The family gathered around the wooden table, chatting while eating skewers, the harmonious atmosphere bringing a sense of inexplicable peace.

Watching this scene, Tang Heng secretly made a resolution.

Only by being strong enough could he protect the warmth of this home and ensure it would never be destroyed by anyone.

After eating and drinking their fill, the whole family went to sleep.

In his bedroom, Tang Heng was still writing furiously, his fingertips dancing across the keyboard as lines of text appeared on the screen.

"Green mountains and setting suns, autumn moons and spring breezes; truly, one is like black hair in the morning and snow by dusk, all success and failure turning to emptiness."

"If the Spring Autumn Cicada I just refined is effective, in the next life... I must still save the world!"

The next morning, after saying goodbye to his parents and sister, Tang Heng dragged his still-drowsy younger brother to the academy.

Before they even entered, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie stood at the main gate, beaming with joy.

"Students Tang Heng and Tang Wulin, right? I am Wu Qingfeng, the principal of Red Mountain Academy."

Tang Heng nodded, gave his brother a few instructions, and then got into a car alone with Wu Qingfeng.

"The Golden Dragon combined with Innate Full Soul Power—child, your future achievements will be limitless. You must seize this opportunity well."

In the car, Wu Qingfeng did not hold back his praise for Tang Heng.

Although Innate Full Soul Power was no longer as rare as it had been tens of thousands of years ago, the Golden Dragon martial soul was a genuine true dragon martial soul, the ancestor of all power.

Once Tang Heng achieved fame and success in the future, they could simply bring up his name at Red Mountain Academy, and wouldn't all the students in Proud Arrival City flock to enroll here?

A mere million federal credits; using money to build a relationship with a heaven-sent prodigy was simply the most cost-effective deal in the world.