Pitiful Na'er, Challenging Heavy Silver Thousand Forges!

On the other side.

In the hotel room, after bathing and changing into clean clothes, Na'er looked simply as beautiful as a little fairy.

Mu Xi couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Wow, little girl, you're truly gorgeous when you're all cleaned up!"

Mu Chen had also learned about what happened at the beach, and he quite approved of Yao Chuan's actions.

"You did the right thing; one should always help when encountering such situations."

He told Yao Chuan and the others.

"I've already called the administrator of Proud Arrival City. I asked them to help check the registration records for Na'er and find her real family. You all should get some rest early tonight; we should have news by tomorrow."

After Mu Chen finished speaking, he specifically booked a separate room for Na'er.

He thought it would be better for a little girl to sleep on her own.

Mu Xi and the others nodded in agreement. After Mu Chen left, however, Yao Chuan sat alone in his room, his brow furrowed tightly.

Others might not know Na'er's background, but he had read the script.

As an avatar of the Silver Dragon King, how could she possibly have any real "family"?

The problem giving him the biggest headache right now was whether he should keep this Silver Dragon King avatar by his side, or if he should send her to an orphanage, or... let her follow the original script and go to Tang Wulin?

Yao Chuan's mind was in a mess, and he hadn't made up his mind yet.

Just then, a soft "knock, knock, knock" sounded at the door.

Yao Chuan stood up and walked over to open the door.

Standing outside was Na'er, her silver hair damp and loose, her little feet bare, clutching a small pillow tightly to her chest.

She tilted her little face up slightly, her large, amethyst-like eyes looking at Yao Chuan with a watery gaze, filled with grievance and fear.

"Brother... I'm afraid of the dark..."

"I want to sleep with you..."

She looked absolutely pitiful, like a little kitten that had been abandoned.

The moment Yao Chuan saw her like this, his heart softened instantly.

Who could refuse such a pitiful little angel like Na'er?

He sighed, "Alright, come in."

He stepped aside to let her in, and Na'er immediately followed him into the room like a little tail.

He watched as Na'er climbed onto the bed, found a comfortable spot, and curled up. Before long, she had drifted off to sleep.

Yao Chuan smiled helplessly, and at the same time, he made up his mind.

No matter what, he had to find a way to keep Na'er.

However, wanting to keep Na'er wasn't something he could decide on his own.

He himself was still just an adopted child.

In this situation, how could he have the nerve to ask Uncle Mu Chen to adopt another child?

Although with Mu Chen's financial resources, this wasn't a major issue at all.

But this wasn't about money.

Thinking of this, Yao Chuan couldn't help but worry again. What should he do?

Just as Yao Chuan was fretting over this, his phone suddenly vibrated gently.

He looked down and saw that it was a text message from Uncle Mu Chen.

The message was full of encouragement, telling him to put on a good show in front of Mang Tian tomorrow and win some glory for himself.

Mu Chen also said that as long as he succeeded, he would grant him one request—whether he wanted a new toy or a fancy meal, anything would do.

This was clearly a tactic to coax a child, but the moment he saw the text, Yao Chuan's eyes lit up. He realized he had found a way!

He slapped his thigh, finally coming up with a good idea.

The next day, Yao Chuan followed Mu Chen and Mu Xi straight to Mang Tian's studio in Proud Arrival City.

Upon arriving, Yao Chuan peeked around, but he didn't see Tang Wulin anywhere.

That didn't matter, though; it didn't hinder Uncle Mu Chen's desire to show off.

He pulled Yao Chuan along, his words filled with the intent to have his apprentice show his skills and shock Mang Tian.

Yao Chuan understood perfectly, but he didn't rush to start. Instead, he cleared his throat and looked at Mang Tian and Mu Chen, his voice quiet but quite serious.

"Uncle Mu, Uncle Mang, I want to attempt a Thousand Refinement on Heavy Silver."

He paused, turned his gaze to Mu Chen, and continued, "If I succeed, you have to grant me one... well, perhaps a slightly presumptuous little request. Can you do that?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Mu Chen was clearly stunned, looking quite surprised.

Mu Xi was incredibly curious, her eyes blinking as she immediately leaned in to press for details.

"Hey? What kind of request? Why so mysterious? Hurry up and tell me!"

The young girl's face was practically screaming, "I want the gossip."

Yao Chuan merely smiled, choosing not to take the bait.

He stared unblinkingly at Mu Chen, his gaze making his intent clear: Uncle, it all depends on whether you nod or not.

Seeing that determined look in Yao Chuan's eyes, Mu Chen's heart skipped a beat.

He vaguely guessed what the kid was about to ask, and it was likely related to that little girl named Na'er he had picked up last night.

He didn't say much, simply waving his large hand and nodding readily.

"Fine! If you can actually pull it off, kid, I promise you!"

He turned to shout at Mang Tian, who was standing nearby, "Old Mang! Did you hear that? Hurry up and get the gear ready for the Thousand-Refined Heavy Silver!"

Seeing the master and apprentice singing from the same hymn sheet, Mang Tian's brows knitted together, and he couldn't help but offer a solemn reminder.

"Old Mu, Yao Chuan, listen to me. Thousand-Refining Heavy Silver is no child's play!"

He pointed at the piece of Heavy Silver.

"This stuff is much harder to deal with than other metals; the recoil force is immense!"

Mang Tian looked at Yao Chuan with a serious expression.

"Even if your apprentice has top-tier talent, how old is he? Six! If he takes the recoil of Thousand-Refining Heavy Silver at such a young age and damages his tendons or bones, it will affect him for the rest of his life! I'm not just trying to scare you."

He wore an expression that clearly said, "Don't be reckless."

Before Yao Chuan could even explain, Mu Chen had already lost his patience and waved a hand at Mang Tian.

"Oh, Old Mang! Stop worrying about it! Don't I know my own apprentice?"

Mu Chen's demeanor was even more confident than Yao Chuan's own.

"If he says he can do it, then he definitely can! Just get the tools!"

He was even more impatient than Yao Chuan. Mang Tian looked at Mu Chen's overflowing confidence, then back at Yao Chuan's calm little face.

Fine, since it had come to this.

What else could he say?

Mang Tian sighed helplessly, shook his head, and stopped trying to persuade them.

He turned around to retrieve the piece of Heavy Silver designated for the Thousand-Refining process and placed it steadily on the forging table.

"There, the material is here. Kid, take it easy."

Yao Chuan nodded, walked up to the forging table, took a deep breath, and picked up the Thousand-Refined Tungsten Steel Hammer prepared nearby.

He weighed it in his hand; the feel was just right.

He recalled the key points Mu Chen and Mang Tian had mentioned yesterday.

Striving to calm his mind, he began to attempt to "communicate" with the dull, gray piece of Heavy Silver before him.

This time, the feeling was completely different!

It was as if the vague door he had encountered during yesterday's Hundred-Refining had been pushed open by a crack.

The moment the hammer fell.

It was no longer just a collision of force; he seemed to actually "hear" the subtle humming from within the metal.

He felt its unique texture and resilience.

A marvelous sense of rhythm naturally extended from his arm to the hammerhead, and then transferred from the hammerhead into the block of Heavy Silver.

The incredibly heavy piece of Heavy Silver seemed unusually "obedient" under his strikes.

Every fall of the hammer felt like it was perfectly guiding the "breathing" within the metal.

The ding-ding-dang-dang sound of the strikes was crisp and rhythmic, flowing together into a single piece.

The entire process was even easier and smoother than his first attempt at Hundred-Refining purification yesterday!

Even Yao Chuan found it a bit incredible; it felt as if the hammer wasn't just smashing down, but rather following some invisible vein to guide the metal.

The metal itself was cooperating with his movements, changing toward the most perfect state.

As if by natural order, the volume of the Heavy Silver slowly shrank under the continuous strikes, its density constantly increasing.

The dull, matte luster on its surface grew increasingly profound.

Finally, as Yao Chuan let his last hammer blow fall lightly.

"Hum—!"

A strange metallic hum suddenly rang out.

A soft yet exceptionally dense halo of silver light erupted from the block of Heavy Silver!