Forging - The New Dragon-Slaying Blade

A blue light strip scanned across Tang Wulin's face three times before the elevator reached the top floor.

After a week of depression and settling down, he had gradually returned to his previous state of working while studying.

Naturally, his appetite had as well.

Fortunately, fate didn't play any more tricks on him; on the day of his graduation from Red Mountain Primary Academy, he received a recommendation letter to Eastsea Academy and defeated the classmate who had always mocked him in a one-on-one fight.

Later that same day, he measured a strength of one thousand jin and successfully completed the thousand-refinement of Deep Silver.

After blood-sacrificing the thousand-refined Deep Silver and falling into a deep sleep for a day and a night.

Tang Wulin finally couldn't bear the hunger any longer and appeared at the entrance of the Proud Arrival City Spirit Pagoda, walking into the internal elevator under the guidance of a grey-robed Spirit Master.

Now, the elevator doors opened, and a melodious sound of hammering drifted in.

Tang Wulin's heart, however, inexplicably began to waver.

He thought: The day before yesterday, Brother Long took me back at the request of Mom and Dad after I lost control of my emotions. But I was throwing a tantrum that day, and even though Brother Long's hand was injured and bleeding, I still chose to ignore it...

Would that be too much?

Under these circumstances, coming here to mooch a meal today made even the innocent-minded Tang Wulin feel a sense of heartfelt shame.

But rubbing his shriveled stomach, he had to admit that his appetite had been conquered.

Ever since he ate that grand feast of delicacies, Tang Wulin discovered that no matter how delicious his mother's cooking was, or how much he ate, he could no longer produce that warm current that flooded his entire body and truly satiated his physical form.

He could only secretly fret: Damn this martial soul mutation!

He also wondered if Brother Long's purse... could withstand his appetite.

Just as Tang Wulin hesitated whether to step out of the elevator, he suddenly realized that the rhythmic hammering had stopped at some point.

"Why are you standing there?"

A greeting that wasn't particularly loud startled Tang Wulin in the quiet atmosphere, and his inner thoughts vanished instantly: "I, I..."

"I came here to eat."

After saying this, his small face turned red immediately.

Long Zijin kept his arms crossed, looked Tang Wulin up and down, and turned around immediately, saying: "Follow me."

At the large round table where Tang Ziran had introduced Battle Armor seven days ago, Tang Wulin finally saw the scene he had been dreaming of.

A completely different, massive feast!

Steam rose from the dishes just placed on the table, as if they had been prepared for him in advance.

And in reality, that was exactly the case; relying on the subtle connection between the Purple-Gold Twins, Long Zijin had already ordered the kitchen to prepare the meal while Tang Wulin was still hesitating at the bottom of the tower.

Now, the human body before him, which had fused with the Golden Dragon King bloodline, was indeed, just as Long Zijin had planned, charging with all its might toward the path of ultimate strength.

At this, he couldn't help but smile: The faster the Golden Dragon King bloodline recovered, the greater the consumption for Tang San's soul fragment to suppress the divine core. As one grew and the other waned, it would only become more favorable for his own harvesting plan.

But Tang Wulin looked at the person across the table smiling at him, stunned for a moment, then asked timidly: "Brother Long, you, aren't you eating?"

Long Zijin shook his head and said: "I've already eaten, and I have things to attend to. You go ahead and eat."

With that, he immediately stood up and left, returning to the forging room to continue his "clanging" work.

The Fire Dragon King Crown was embedded in the forging table, igniting a circle of scorching red fire.

Long Zijin pressed his left hand onto a piece of purple crystal ore to hold it firmly on the table, while his right hand gripped the Crow-Absolute Stone, raising it high before bringing it down heavily.

The crystal, shaped like a tail vertebra, deformed slightly inward after the impact, but the Crow-Absolute Stone in his right hand had already dulled and shattered from the force.

Fortunately, this Crow-Absolute Stone could continuously deform, otherwise, it would be impossible to forge this piece of purple crystal ore into the ideal shape.

This was the very tip of the Dragon Emperor's tail vertebra; in the endless years after his death, it had slowly evolved into a piece of subterranean mineral crystal.

Although the divine power within this tail vertebra had almost completely faded, it still contained a destructive force capable of reducing all matter back to its basic energy.

Since returning from the depths of the Dragon Tomb, Long Zijin had been immersed in the daily forging of this tail vertebra.

Now, after a month of painstaking effort, this crystal ore finally had the faint outline of a "blade."

The Holy Dragon King stood outside the door, staring at the crystal ore shaped like a machete, his platinum eyes filled with wariness.

That's right, this purple crystal machete was forged by the Dragon Emperor specifically for him, imitating the actions of the Dragon God from years past, who had forged his own shed horn into the "Dragon-Slaying Blade."

However, to express his opposition to the Dragon God, the Dragon Emperor had taken the material from his own tail vertebra.

And after the dragon soul finished copying the data of the sub-dragon ancestors, he brought this small piece of tail tip bone out of the Dragon Tomb just before leaving.

This was to facilitate the Holy Dragon King's long journey to the Star Luo Continent to break through the Dragon Tomb Boundary Wall and retrieve this tail tip crystal ore back to the Douluo Continent.

After all, the Dragon Emperor traveled between the Dragon Tomb and the Douluo Plane through the human martial soul awakening array, and thus could not carry any physical objects.

It was just that to bring back this small tail tip, the Holy Dragon King had paid a heavy price.

Because this elbow-long, palm-wide dragon bone crystal ore contained a small but still astonishing amount of divine and destructive power, which could ignore the protection of light and holy attribute soul power, forcibly destroying one of the arms of the Holy Dragon King's Life Gold body.

But fortunately, he had a very filial son: Di Tian, who had stolen a drop of Life Gold for his old father, which was how the severed arm was restored.

Now, under the steady control of the Dragon Emperor's destructive will, this tail tip bone crystal no longer radiated destructive power outward.

And under this control, as long as Long Zijin achieved ten-thousand-refinement sublimation, he could grant this purple crystal blade spirituality and command it to recognize its master, allowing the Holy Dragon King to once again wield a brand-new: Dragon-Slaying Blade.

As for the old one...

During three years of searching, the Holy Dragon King had come up empty-handed.

Although he had not dissolved the master-servant contract, the physical body he had contracted with had long since perished, and the Dragon-Slaying Blade appeared to have gained sentience and taken human form, causing the faint connection between master and servant to vanish entirely.

Thus, even after spending three years, the Holy Dragon King had ultimately failed to retrieve the token of his Father God.

After hammering for a long while, Long Zijin finally put away the Crow-Absolute Stone in his right hand, seemingly exhausted from the exertion.

But after resting for only a few seconds, he switched to pressing the material with his right hand while raising the Crow-Absolute Stone high with his left to strike...

Tang Wulin appeared at the doorway of the forging room at some point, wiping his mouth with a napkin, and peered inside with a curious expression.

At a single glance, he was shocked by Long Zijin's primitive, barbaric forging technique: forging without a hammer—was this even forging at all?

Yet, the "ding-ding" sounds produced by each of the other's strikes were genuine, tangible impact effects.

Consequently, as he observed the way force was applied in the strikes, he grew curious: what kind of special materials were the stone in Long Zijin's hand and the crystal on the forging table?

It was not until the next break, as the other switched hands, that he dared to ask: "Brother Long..."