Crown Prince Coming-of-Age Ceremony

"Hum~"

A faint, clear chime echoed within Yang Fan's mind.

As he gripped the pair of forging hammers once more, a marvelous sensation of blood-bound connection welled up within him.

The originally heavy Meteorite Hammers now felt like extensions of his own arms, light as air.

"Clang."

Yang Fan casually tapped the left hammer against the anvil.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Three crisp, consecutive rings exploded into the air!

Master Wang rubbed his eyes, his face wearing an expression of utter disbelief.

He had seen it clearly: Yang Fan had struck only once, yet the moment the Meteorite Hammer touched the anvil, it produced an extremely high-frequency resonance, forcibly creating two afterimages and emitting the sound of three strikes!

"This... this is... how is this possible!"

Master Wang stammered, his voice trembling.

"Stacking effect?!"

Ning Rongrong explained with surprise. She had assumed the talk of special effects was merely a fabrication of unofficial histories, never expecting them to truly exist.

Finally, a top-tier effect!

Yang Fan felt the stacked power of the forging hammers vibrating through his palms, feeling incredibly excited.

I knew it, I'm no unlucky loser.

In the Legend of the Dragon King timeline, it must have been that bastard Tang Hao targeting me from the shadows!

"Where did you learn this Blood Sacrifice method?"

Ning Rongrong looked at Yang Fan, feeling as though he were perpetually shrouded in a mist that she could not fathom.

Yang Fan merely smiled without answering; the more one says, the more mistakes one makes.

Given Ning Rongrong's personality, whatever she imagined for herself would likely be more convincing than any lie or truth he could provide.

Ever since he obtained his own exclusive forging hammers, Yang Fan had spent the last two months immersed in smithing.

When he had soul power, he forged; when he was drained, he meditated; once meditation was complete, he forged again.

This hammer-stacking effect was truly one strike stronger than three!

At first, Ning Rongrong had tried to observe whether he possessed other secret techniques similar to the Blood Sacrifice or the Chaotic Cloak, but as Yang Fan had spent his recent days repeating the monotonous task of smithing, she soon grew bored and headed off to the Treasure Appraisal Pavilion.

Thanks to her promotion, business at the pavilion was booming. She had spent this time frequently assisting Ning Mei and Ning Lan in managing Yang's Treasure Appraisal Pavilion, while also becoming good friends with Miss Ye Rou.

Inside the Glazed Workshop, Yang Fan was shirtless, sweat sliding down his well-defined muscles and glistening under the firelight.

"It should be about time."

Yang Fan had been searching for a breakthrough opportunity for days, and today, he finally felt a glimmer of it.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, suppressing all distracting thoughts, and retrieved two distinct metals from his storage Soul Guidance Device.

One was Sinking Silver, pitch-black and immensely heavy. The other was Magic Silver, dark in hue and faintly resonating with the elements of heaven and earth.

These two metals were naturally repellent; the difficulty of perfectly fusing them to forge the synthetic metal Jade Silver was certainly not low.

Yang Fan divided the metals according to his needs.

"Clang!"

The top-tier Meteorite forging hammer descended heavily, and Yang Fan began his work.

However, the fusion process proved far more arduous than Yang Fan had imagined.

Every time he used his hammer technique to forcibly compress the two together, a violent repulsive force erupted from within the metal.

The heaviness of the Sinking Silver and the darkness of the Magic Silver clashed fiercely on the anvil, as if trying to bounce his forging hammers away.

"Such strong repulsion."

Yang Fan frowned, fine beads of sweat already seeping onto his forehead.

He dared not lose focus for even a second, concentrating his mental energy entirely.

Yang Fan summoned his Monocle Martial Soul, observing every minute change in the metal with absolute clarity.

At the same time, his second soul ring flashed. He utilized the Fire Element Enchantment he had copied from Na'er, drawing upon the fire elements of heaven and earth to enchant his forging hammers.

The scorching fire elements flowed along his arms and continuously poured into the pair of top-tier Meteorite forging hammers.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Accompanied by the fire element enchantment, the silver halo on the surface of the forging hammers ignited instantly, transforming into rings of brilliant, fiery ripples.

The top-tier "Triple Hammer Stack" effect was fully triggered at this moment!

Though Yang Fan had clearly swung only once, the forging hammers dragged three afterimages through the air, and accompanied by three deafening roars, they slammed fiercely into the metal.

The violent fire elements blended perfectly with the stacking hammer effects, forcibly kneading the repulsive forces of the Sinking Silver and Magic Silver together.

The cloud patterns on the surface of the Sinking Silver and the gloomy luster of the Magic Silver began to intertwine and wrap around each other under the extreme hammering.

I do not know how much time had passed, but when the final hammer strike fell, that piece of originally heterogeneous metal finally fused into a single entity.

Its surface presented a crystal-clear, warm, jade-like silver-white luster, with layers of cloud patterns inside that seemed to have mist flowing through them, emitting a soft halo.

Jade Silver, it was done!

One burst of energy, then a second, then exhaustion.

Yang Fan did not pause for even a second; riding this momentum, the forging hammer in his hand turned into a blur, elongating and shaping the Jade Silver with the fluidity of flowing water.

The "ding-ding-dang-dang" sounds of the hammer echoed throughout the forging room, like a stirring war song.

Finally, when Yang Fan stopped his movements, a slender and archaic longsword lay quietly on the anvil.

The sword body was entirely a warm jade color, with a trace of gloomy demonic energy faintly flowing along the blade, making it both mysterious and sacred.

The moment the longsword took shape, an anomaly suddenly occurred!

"Boom!"

Outside the forging room, a soft white light appeared out of thin air, piercing through the roof of the Glazed Workshop and pouring down like a waterfall, enveloping Yang Fan and the Jade Silver Sword.

A scent of life, rich to the extreme, permeated the forging room.

The Jade Silver Sword seemed like a newborn baby, emitting bursts of joyful humming, its surface jade-colored halo flowing in a deeply moving manner.

Heaven and Earth Blessing!

Yang Fan exhaled a long breath of stale air, feeling as if an invisible shackle within his body had been completely shattered.

An unprecedented epiphany surged into his heart; as he looked at the Jade Silver Sword in his hand, he felt as if the sword had gained life and was engaging in some kind of wondrous communication with him.

Spirit Forging, an epoch-making forging technique!

Had it truly attracted the attention of the plane?

The will of this world, which had not yet been usurped and remained somewhat ignorant, seemed to have sensed something and gave Yang Fan a secret push.

The Heaven and Earth Blessing not only turned the Jade Silver from an ordinary synthetic metal into the first piece of Spirit Forged metal in this world, but it also granted Yang Fan, the pioneer, a Plane Blessing.

Perhaps he could not compare to a Son of the Plane like Huo Yuhao, who had been built up with every ounce of effort, but he still benefited immensely.

The nature of his Monocle Martial Soul had also been greatly enhanced.

The Eye of Data he had once casually fabricated to Bi Ji had actually come true!?

This skill did not count as conceptual-level; its analytical ability depended on Yang Fan's own knowledge base, not being an Eye of Omniscience in the true sense, but it was still excellent.

Omniscience often implied omnipotence; even ordinary God Kings could not achieve such things, and a Plane Blessing certainly did not have that capability.

It was worth mentioning that Yang Fan's soul power had also increased by one level during this process, reaching level 33, which could be considered catching up to the cultivation progress of the geniuses of the Douluo I era.

This blessing also alarmed some forces near Heaven Dou City.

Deep within the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Xue Qinghe sat at his desk, a hint of contemplation flickering in his eyes as he looked toward the Glazed Workshop.

At the same time, at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Dugu Bo, who was accompanying his granddaughter, also seemed to have captured some unusual fluctuations.