Mu Xi Takes On Everything: Black Dragon Heaven Dons Battle Armor?

"Look," Yao Chuan's voice was calm, as if he were stating something entirely ordinary, "my two Martial Souls can share the same Soul Ring provided by a single Soul Spirit."

"You mean to say..."

He glanced at the Blood Spear in his hand, then looked toward Mu Chen and Mu Xi.

"I only need to absorb one Soul Spirit to simultaneously attach a Soul Ring to both of my Martial Souls."

"The power of this Soul Spirit can act upon both of my Martial Souls at the same time."

"Twin Martial Souls... yet they can share the same Soul Ring?!"

Mu Chen was completely stunned.

His mouth hung slightly open, his eyes wide and round, staring fixedly at the familiar purple Soul Ring beneath the Blood Spear in Yao Chuan's left hand.

His mind struggled to process the information.

This completely subverted his understanding of the Martial Soul system and the mechanics of Soul Spirits!

"This... how is this possible?"

He muttered to himself, circling Yao Chuan, scrutinizing the Martial Souls manifested in his left and right hands and the shared Soul Ring with utter disbelief.

"One Tool Martial Soul... one top-tier Beast Martial Soul... their attributes and forms are worlds apart... how could they possibly share the energy of the same Soul Spirit?"

"How on earth was this achieved?"

He looked at Yao Chuan, his eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge and immense confusion.

He could rack his brains forever and still not understand the principle behind it!

Seeing Mu Chen's utterly baffled expression, Yao Chuan merely smiled faintly.

He certainly knew the reason.

Perhaps... it is because this Blood Spear, in that world belonging to "Heaven," was a weapon crafted by Heaven himself.

Martial Souls originate from the depths of the soul, so naturally, they carry this primordial connection.

The thought flashed through his mind.

But he only shook his head at Mu Chen, his tone calm and ripple-free.

"I don't know either."

"I just felt... that I could use it this way, so I did it naturally."

He couldn't exactly say he was a transmigrator, carrying the inherited memories of Black Dragon Heaven and the Blood Spear, could he?

Hearing Yao Chuan's "natural" answer, although Mu Chen was still full of questions, he soon let it go.

The world of geniuses could never be measured by conventional logic.

Many peculiarities of Martial Souls still could not be fully explained by theory to this day.

The shock on his face slowly faded, replaced by immense joy!

The heavy anxiety caused by the threshold of spiritual power was instantly cast to the back of his mind!

"Hahahaha!"

Mu Chen couldn't help but burst into loud laughter, patting Yao Chuan's shoulder with such force that the already weak Yao Chuan nearly stumbled.

"Good! This is too good!"

"Yao Chuan, this is simply incredible news!"

He rubbed his hands in excitement, his eyes gleaming.

"Sharing a Soul Ring! Do you know what this means?"

"It means the pressure of fusing with Soul Spirits in the future is cut in half!"

"What would have required several top-tier Soul Spirits to satisfy the needs of two Martial Souls might now only require one or two exceptionally powerful ones!"

"The energy and resources saved... are simply immeasurable!"

Mu Chen grew more excited as he spoke.

"This way, you can devote more time and energy to tempering your soul power, increasing your spiritual power, and honing your combat techniques!"

He looked at Yao Chuan with burning eyes, as if he could already see his future brilliance.

"Think about it! Yao Chuan!"

"As your teacher, I am truly looking forward to it—I am so looking forward to seeing what you become in the future!"

"Imagine the scene..."

Mu Chen spread his arms, his tone filled with longing.

"One day in the future, you will be clad in a meticulously crafted top-tier Battle Armor, your entire body shining with immense radiance!"

"And held tightly in your hand will be this supreme, malevolent weapon with its monstrous aura—the Blood Spear!"

"That majestic and awe-inspiring appearance... tsk tsk tsk... you will absolutely be the most dazzling presence on the battlefield!"

Mu Chen patted Yao Chuan's shoulder, his voice brimming with anticipation.

"Teacher, I truly look forward to the day I see you clad in Battle Armor, wielding the Blood Spear!"

His words were filled with boundless optimism and pride for Yao Chuan's future.

"Black Dragon Heaven... clad in Battle Armor?"

Yao Chuan was infected by Mu Chen's enthusiasm, his eyes flickering slightly.

Although he did not speak, a ripple stirred deep within his heart.

That figure standing at the pinnacle of the ancient God Race, paired with the unique Battle Armor of the Douluo Continent...

The image was indeed mesmerizing, filled with an indescribable sense of anticipation.

However, this fleeting thought had barely surfaced before it was interrupted.

Mu Chen's overflowing excitement had already found a new outlet.

He slapped his thigh and, in high spirits, grabbed Yao Chuan's arm to pull him outside.

"Come, come! Don't just stand there!"

"For such a happy occasion, we must do something meaningful to celebrate!"

"Follow Uncle Mu to the Forging Room! Today, we officially begin teaching you forging!"

"We must lay a solid foundation for your future Battle Armor!"

"Ah? Dad!"

As soon as Mu Chen finished speaking, Mu Xi, who was standing nearby, immediately protested.

Like a mother hen protecting her chick, she darted in front of Yao Chuan, spread her arms to block her father, her willow brows arched in dissatisfaction.

"What is wrong with you?"

"Why are you always thinking about making Yao Chuan learn forging?"

She looked at her father, her tone filled with confusion and resentment.

"Forging is bitter, tiring, and boring. Isn't it enough that I inherit your mantle in the future?"

"How old is Yao Chuan? He just awakened his Martial Soul; he is still a child!"

"Besides, he has Twin Martial Souls! He has to put in more than double the effort of other Spirit Masters!"

"He needs to cultivate Spirit Power, train his mental strength, practice Spirit Skills... where would he find the time to waste on swinging a hammer?"

The more Mu Xi spoke, the more reasonable she sounded, her little face puffed up with indignation.

"Besides!"

She puffed out her chest, speaking as if it were a matter of course.

"Even if Yao Chuan really needs Battle Armor in the future, so what?"

"He can be responsible for the design and provide the ideas!"

"As for the crafting, just leave it to me, Mu Xi!"

"I am your daughter, a future Forging Grandmaster! Crafting his Battle Armor will be absolutely no problem!"

Mu Xi patted her chest, confidently guaranteeing her own future.

The old father, Mu Chen, felt as if he had taken an arrow to the knee after hearing his daughter's words.

He felt a bit sour inside.

Of course, he wasn't against Mu Xi and Yao Chuan being together.

In fact, he even had some intention of fostering that development.

After all, he had watched Yao Chuan grow up since he was a child.

His character was impeccable; he was reliable.

But!

His own daughter saying things like "He can design, I'll do the crafting" and "Don't let Yao Chuan suffer" sounded so strange.

It felt as if his daughter was eager to pack herself up and give herself away, fearing the other party might find her too much trouble.

The more Mu Chen thought about it, the more peculiar his expression became.

He grumbled to himself, but that was all.

The romantic affairs of young people—as a father, it wasn't his place to interfere too much.

He could only offer a wry, helpless explanation.

"Xi'er, Dad having Yao Chuan learn forging really isn't about making things difficult for him."

"For one, forging is the Mu Family's ancestral craft; naturally, good things should be passed down to our own people."

"For another, and this is the most important part."

Mu Chen looked at Yao Chuan earnestly.

"Forging itself is an excellent way to cultivate spiritual power."

"Among all auxiliary professions, it offers the best boost to one's spiritual power."

"Isn't that exactly what you need most right now?"

Upon hearing this, Yao Chuan nodded in immediate agreement.

"Uncle Mu is right. I don't fear hardship, and I am willing to try."

Seeing the calm and earnest look in Yao Chuan's eyes, the slight discomfort in Mu Chen's heart vanished instantly.

This child was truly sensible.

"Good! As long as you have that heart, it's enough!"

He patted Yao Chuan on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"Come, come, let's not delay. We're heading to the Forging Room right now!"

With a wave of his hand, Mu Chen led Yao Chuan and Mu Xi toward the forging area.

Although Mu Xi was still a little reluctant, seeing that Yao Chuan was willing, she didn't say anything more.

She simply followed behind, pouting.

Inside the Forging Room, the flames were roaring, and the temperature was much higher than outside.

The air was filled with the distinct scent of metal and furnace fire.

Mu Chen pointed to the forging table and began explaining the most basic hammer-gripping posture and force-exertion techniques to Yao Chuan.

"Remember, the waist is the axis; power rises from the ground..."

Mu Xi stood to the side, yawning repeatedly.

Her ears had grown calluses from hearing these things so many times.

Watching Yao Chuan listen so intently, Mu Xi's eyes darted around.

She had an idea!

She dashed excitedly toward a chest in the corner.

After rummaging through it for a moment, she grunted as she hauled out two dark, heavy hammers.

"Yao Chuan, here!"

Mu Xi shoved the hammers into Yao Chuan's hands.

"These are the hammers I used when I first started learning to forge—Thousand-Refined Tungsten Steel Hammers!"

She patted the handles, looking quite proud.

"Each one weighs eighty pounds! They're heavy!"

"It was such a struggle for me to use them for hundred-refinement purification back then. They're perfect for you to practice with!"

Mu Xi thought it would be quite special to teach Yao Chuan using the hammers she had once used herself.

Yao Chuan took the hammers and weighed them in his hands.

They were indeed heavy to the touch.

However, his brow furrowed slightly.

He swung his wrists casually, then looked up at Mu Xi.

"These hammers... are actually too light."

His tone was very calm.

It was as if he were stating the most ordinary fact.

"I'm not used to them."

Mu Xi: "Huh?"

She was stunned.

Eighty pounds per hammer—that was one hundred and sixty pounds in total!

Yao Chuan actually said... they were light?

And that he wasn't "used to them"?

When she first started forging, she had been exhausted just swinging these hammers.

"Light?"

Mu Chen was also shocked.

He immediately pointed to a Strength Tester in the corner.

"Yao Chuan, go! Test it! Give it two full-force punches and let's see!"

He had to figure out exactly how much strength this kid possessed.