Gold-Water Mutual Containment

"Mu Han, you did it? Thousand-Refined Sinking Silver!" a girl cried out.

Sinking Silver was only found on the seabed, at depths exceeding a thousand meters.

It was extremely hard, yet highly malleable at high temperatures.

Whether for industrial use or mecha manufacturing, it was an exceptionally precious material.

At that moment, a piece of Sinking Silver lay on the table before them,

its surface covered in fine, dense patterns, like the waves of the sea.

Yet the dazzling silver sheen that Sinking Silver usually had had vanished, leaving it dull and gray, utterly unremarkable.

Thousand-Refined Sinking Silver looked unremarkable, but the blacksmith standing beside it seemed even more so.

That wasn't to say the boy, who was only eight or nine years old, was particularly ordinary in appearance.

Though his hair was black, his eyes were a clear, bright blue.

If dressed as a girl, he would have been an absolute beauty.

But right now, he gave people the impression of being "plain-looking."

Beside him stood a girl who looked about thirteen or fourteen,

tall and strikingly beautiful.

Her large eyes sparkled with energy. Her golden hair was tied in a ponytail, and her close-fitting outfit made her look sharp and capable.

Hearing her older sister Mu Xi's cry of surprise, Mu Han sighed softly. He had finally done it.

Mu Han was someone who had transmigrated into a book,

turned into an embryo by a Full Risk Semi-Trailer, and born into this Douluo Continent.

Growing up in an orphanage, he had no name, only an identification number. "Mu Han" was a name he chose later.

When Mu Han was a little older, he heard the term Martial Soul and realized he had transmigrated to Douluo Continent.

With both parents dead from the start and raised in an orphanage, the only thing he could count on was his Martial Soul Awakening at the age of six.

No matter how ordinary their background, everyone looked forward to that day,

because it could very well change a child's life—and even benefit their entire family.

For Mu Han, a transmigrator, it was all the more important.

During his time at the orphanage, Mu Han had also looked into when he had transmigrated.

It was actually easy enough to figure out.

First, he had to see whether Qiangu Dongfeng was the master of the Spirit Pagoda.

Then, he had to look at the Skysea Alliance Tournament and the All-Federation Tournament.

The former was held every three years, the latter every five.

In the original story, the All-Federation Tournament took place one year after the Skysea Alliance Tournament.

That particular alignment only came around once every thirty years.

So it was still fairly easy to work out.

He hadn't expected to transmigrate into the era of Legend of the Dragon King, and to be the same age as Tang Wulin, no less.

Once he'd figured out the timeline, everything else came down to his awakening day at six.

If his Martial Soul was good, he'd have the chance to stir things up and face God King Tang's schemes.

If it wasn't, then so be it.

If he wasn't going to do it, he shouldn't do it at all; but if he did, he had to see it through to the end.

If he had no way to stand against God King Tang, then he might as well do nothing.

That way, he wouldn't trigger a butterfly effect and make the ending even worse.

Fortunately, Mu Han's Martial Soul really was quite good.

It was a piece of metal, so it should count as a Tool Martial Soul, right?

It looked pale blue, but inside it were fine, threadlike streaks of gold.

It possessed both the gold and water elements, and perfectly fused them together.

Even the Spirit Transmitter who had come to the orphanage to awaken his Martial Soul could tell the object was extraordinary.

But with his limited knowledge, he had never seen a metal like it.

Mu Han, on the other hand, recognized the Martial Soul at once.

Wasn't this the rare metal Gold-Water Mutual Containment that had appeared in the original story?

In terms of value alone, it could easily rank among the top three metals.

In terms of rarity, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it number one.

It was compatible with all other metals and could merge with any of them, becoming part of the whole.

But since its own value surpassed that of most metals, hardly anyone would ever do that.

And yet this piece of metal was his Martial Soul?

Still, there was no question about its quality, and Mu Han's Innate Soul Power was also at level ten.

In other words, he had Innate Full Soul Power!

Every time a Soul Master reached a level divisible by ten, they needed a Soul Ring.

A level-ten Soul Scholar without a Soul Ring wasn't much stronger than an ordinary person.

Soul Rings could be obtained by hunting Soul Beasts, but Soul Spirits had more advantages and could grow as well.

What's more, Soul Beasts were now on the brink of extinction, making them extremely difficult to obtain.

That left Soul Spirits.

For ordinary people, there was only one way to get a Soul Spirit: buy one from the Spirit Pagoda.

However, talented newcomers with outstanding Martial Souls and fast cultivation could receive their first Soul Spirit for free.

Mu Han, with his Innate Full Soul Power, clearly qualified.

But back then, he had applied to cash in that free offer instead.

He left some of the money with the orphanage, as payment for the six years of care they'd given him.

Then he took the rest of the money and headed east.

Since he was the same age as Tang Wulin, he was going to follow the protagonist group's path.

And the east was where the protagonist group began their journey.

He went to Aolai City first. Relying on his knowledge of the original story, he brought Na'er home before Tang Wulin could.

Mu Han admitted that he was attracted to Gu Yuena.

He'd made it all the way to the era of Legend of the Dragon King. It would be strange not to have some designs on Gu Yuena.

But Na'er was only an added bonus.

After finding Na'er, he went straight to Eastsea City.

It took a whole year, but he finally caught the eye of Mu Chen, a Level 8 Saint Craftsman.

More precisely, he caught the eye of Mu Chen's daughter, Mu Xi.

Ever since she was little, Mu Xi had loved watching her father forge.

Her father told her that forging wasn't suitable for girls, and that swinging a hammer was a man's job.

But stubborn Mu Xi insisted on pursuing what she loved.

She had been swinging a specially made little hammer since she was five.

At six, she awakened her father's Martial Soul.

And since she was so hardworking, she had spent two whole years, starting from the age of five, imitating her father's movements every day.

Mu Xi genuinely loved blacksmithing from the bottom of her heart!

That was what finally moved Mu Chen, and he officially began teaching her to forge.

He even had to find some special medicinal herbs to help his daughter maintain her figure,

making sure that as Mu Xi built up enough strength, she wouldn't turn into a bulky tomboy.

At eleven, she officially became a Level 1 Blacksmith.

But before long, another prodigy appeared.

A seven-year-old Level 1 Blacksmith?

The youngest person ever evaluated by the Blacksmith Association had been eight years and six months old.

And now a seven-year-old child had become a Level 1 Blacksmith, just like her?

The evaluator had even praised him highly, saying that his Hundred Refinement skill was already at Level 2—he just didn't know how to make parts.

The meaning was obvious enough.

That kid's Hundred Refinement skill was clearly better than hers!

Then Mu Xi used her father's privileges to track down the little fellow.

The original story had mentioned that she was a competitive girl.

And Mu Han had counted on exactly that.

Unlike Tang Wulin in the original story, who had refused her challenge and nearly caused a scene,

Mu Han accepted her challenge.

Right in front of Mu Xi, he used his Gold-Water Mutual Containment Martial Soul to remove the impurities from the metal.

Mu Xi saw only a streak of golden light tinged with blue flow into the metal.

Then the piece of metal reached the Hundred Refinement level.

It had even come infinitely close to Thousand Refinement.