What is Active Metal Catering? Mu Chen's Reward

The light flowed like ripples of water, lingering for several seconds before slowly fading away.

Looking at the piece of heavy silver again, its entire body radiated a warm, restrained gray-silver luster. The surface seemed to have been imbued with life, revealing layers upon layers of incredibly delicate, wave-like patterns, as if it contained endless power.

Thousand-Refined Heavy Silver!

It was a success!

And it was formed in a single attempt, flawless and perfect!

Yao Chuan felt relaxed, setting his hammer aside. His small face was slightly flushed, and fine beads of sweat had seeped onto his forehead.

But his eyes were startlingly bright.

He carried a hint of excitement from having completed a challenge.

However, Mu Chen and Mang Tian, standing behind him, were completely dumbfounded at this moment!

Both men had their eyes wide open and their mouths slightly agape, as if they had witnessed something that completely transcended their understanding.

Especially Mang Tian.

He had watched Yao Chuan complete the process with his own eyes!

That feeling... that metal... that metal had been complying! It had actively complied with the will of the forger!

This simply subverted common sense!

It completely contradicted the experience and worldview he had built over decades of forging!

It was too absurd! Too shocking!

Mu Chen was the same.

His mind was buzzing, and it wasn't until the halo on the heavy silver block completely dissipated that he finally snapped back to reality with a jolt. He suddenly understood why that old man, Old Li from the Spirit Pagoda, had such a ghost-seeing expression yesterday, and why he had said, "He cannot accept this!"

This was truly not something a human could accomplish!

This forging...

Is this kid even human?!

"Ki... kid! You... how did you do that?!"

"That metal... how did it..."

He couldn't find the words to describe the scene he had just witnessed.

How could it be so "obedient" as if it had a life of its own?

Yao Chuan looked at the expressions of the two elders, which clearly said, "Tell me now or I won't be able to sleep tonight."

He blinked his eyes.

He had actually been thinking about the story of Black Dragon Heaven forging his own Blood Spear, and he did have some insights in his heart.

But this matter was too mystical; if he said it out loud, they would probably be even more confused.

Tilting his head, he could only put on an innocent expression, as if to say "I'm also very confused," and said very earnestly.

"Ah? It's just what you and Uncle Mu said yesterday. I just tried to 'communicate' with it..."

"And then... it seemed quite happy?"

"And then... um... it just... um... turned into the shape I wanted?"

He spread his small hands, wearing an expression that said, "That's just how it is, I don't know why either."

Turned into the shape you wanted?

This... what kind of talk is this?!

Such terrible phrasing!

Such a suggestive description!

Does this kid really not understand, or is he doing it on purpose?!

Once these words were out, even Mu Chen couldn't keep a straight face.

However, once the shock passed, both Mang Tian and Mu Chen had expressions on their faces that were much more serious than before.

Why?

It was simple: it was because the Yao Chuan before them had performed too brilliantly.

As the old saying goes, the nail that sticks out gets hammered down.

The more capable a person is, the easier it is for them to be targeted by others.

They had to be careful regarding the Spirit Pagoda.

They also had to be on guard in every other aspect.

What if he were targeted by those Evil Soul Masters, kidnapped, and led down a crooked path?

Or being used as a tool by some ambitious schemer.

Whether for Yao Chuan himself or for outsiders, that would be a catastrophe of epic proportions.

Therefore, after calming down, Mang Tian and Mu Chen put their heads together to discuss the matter.

Both men slapped their thighs, agreeing that Yao Chuan needed extra training.

No, that wasn't the right word.

It had to be called devilish special training!

It wasn't just about improving his soul power cultivation.

The most important thing was to teach him how to fight, how to protect himself, and how to adapt to unexpected situations.

Why? Because they couldn't follow Yao Chuan around like bodyguards twenty-four hours a day.

If he truly encountered danger, he would ultimately have to rely on himself to pull through.

The responsibility for this devilish special training was handed over to Mu Chen himself.

Don't let his primary identity as a blacksmith fool you; as a dignified Eight-Star Saint Craftsman, his combat prowess was not something an ordinary soul master could compare to.

When Yao Chuan heard how much Uncle Mu Chen worried about him, his heart warmed, and he fully understood his uncle's good intentions.

Far from being afraid of this devilish special training, he was actually looking forward to it.

He declared on the spot that once they returned to Eastsea City and the New Year holidays were over, he would start the special training immediately.

He didn't have a single shred of resistance.

After nodding in agreement.

Yao Chuan remembered that the condition he had just mentioned to Uncle Mu Chen hadn't been finalized yet.

He hurried to speak, wanting to remind him once more.

But before the words could even tumble out.

Mu Chen was already smiling, cutting him off and taking the lead.

"The condition you wanted to bring up is for that little girl named Na'er, isn't it?"

He had clearly guessed Yao Chuan's thoughts long ago.

He then nodded and agreed quite readily.

He said that the information he had asked the law enforcement officer to check yesterday had already come back.

Indeed, there was absolutely no record of who Na'er's biological parents were; she was an orphan.

It would be a real pity to send such a cute little girl to an orphanage.

She would be easily bullied there.

It would be better to keep her by their side.

Of course, after finishing the serious business, Mu Chen couldn't help himself.

He reached out and patted Yao Chuan on the shoulder, teasing him half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"You brat, you're not very big, but your ambition is quite something."

"Finding yourself a child bride at such a young age?"

As soon as those words were out.

Before Yao Chuan could even react.

Mu Xi, who was standing to the side, couldn't take it anymore.

Her little face flushed bright red in an instant.

"Dad!"

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

"Yao Chuan is still just a kid!"

As she shouted, she pulled Yao Chuan behind her, shielding him completely.

Seeing this, the old father, Mu Chen, felt a twinge of bitterness in his heart.

As for Yao Chuan himself, he didn't say much more on the topic.

Hearing that the matter regarding Na'er was finally settled, the heavy stone in his heart finally dropped.

While they were still talking.

Yao Chuan seized the time, plopped down on the floor, crossed his legs, and began to meditate.

He had to hurry and recover the soul power he had just consumed.

He didn't want to waste a single second.

Although his martial soul with extreme attributes allowed him to cultivate much faster than ordinary people in the early stages.

The further he progressed, the more difficult it became to improve; the "Mountain Dragon King" martial soul of Long Yue was a testament to that.

Therefore, if one truly wishes to survive well in this Douluo world, thinking that having a powerful martial soul alone is enough to coast to victory is simply impossible.

The key still lies in one's own desperate efforts and training.

Seeing Yao Chuan being so self-disciplined and working so hard, a smile of even greater gratification appeared on Mu Chen's face.

Beside him, Mang Tian also silently made up his mind.

He would take this kid Yao Chuan as an example.

He would make sure to tell his own disciple, Tang Wulin, all about it when he returned.

He would let Tang Wulin strive toward this same goal as well.

As for Mu Chen, he was even more gratified.

He gloated toward Mang Tian for quite a while longer.

Only then did he set off back to Eastsea City, taking Yao Chuan, Na'er, and Mu Xi along with him.

After arriving home that evening, Mu Chen solemnly placed a gleaming silver ring into Yao Chuan's hand.

He said that this was the true reward he had intended for him during this trip to Proud Arrival City.