Second Profession: Forging, The Wordless Heavenly Tome

The next morning, sunlight spilled down.

The sky over Shrek City was clear as a wash, without a single cloud for ten thousand miles. The morning glow spread out gently, gilding the entire city in a faint layer of gold.

The outlines of distant buildings gradually sharpened in the light, as if slowly waking from a long night.

Fang Lin opened his eyes and stretched, his joints popping with a faint, crisp sound.

"Ah, it's been a long time since I've slept this comfortably."

He murmured in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of lazy satisfaction.

The exhaustion of last night had been completely washed away by this sleep, replaced by a rare sense of ease and clarity.

However, this comfort did not last for long.

A series of urgent beeps suddenly rang out, shattering the quiet of the room.

Seeing this, Fang Lin picked up his soul communicator and pressed the answer button.

"You brat, are you awake?"

Han Tianyi's voice came through the receiver with a hint of teasing amusement; he sounded to be in a good mood.

"Just woke up."

Fang Lin replied, his voice still carrying a trace of post-sleep huskiness.

He subconsciously cleared his throat and rubbed his neck.

"Come to my office."

Han Tianyi said, his tone crisp and decisive. He offered no further explanation, as if he had already made arrangements.

"Understood, Teacher."

Fang Lin responded, and the soul communicator hung up.

He tossed the device into his storage ring, nimbly rolled out of bed, and after a quick wash and tidy, he pushed the door open to leave the room.

When he reached the main living room, the morning light was pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire space.

The warm, glowing light fell onto the polished floor, refracting into soft halos, and the air was filled with a tranquil and leisurely atmosphere.

Fang Lin walked toward the private elevator to the side and pressed the button; the doors slid open silently.

He stepped inside, pressed the button for the eighty-first floor, and the elevator began to rise smoothly.

"Ding!"

A crisp chime sounded, signaling the eighty-first floor.

The elevator doors slid open to reveal the familiar corridor, bathed in soft light with floors so polished they reflected like mirrors.

Fang Lin stepped out of the elevator and headed toward Han Tianyi's office.

He wondered to himself what could possibly be so important that his teacher had called for him this early.

Arriving at the office door, Fang Lin raised his hand and knocked gently.

"Come in."

Han Tianyi's voice came from inside, gentle and steady.

Fang Lin pushed the door open and entered.

Inside the office, sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the room bright and warm.

Han Tianyi sat behind his desk, holding a cup of hot tea.

Wisps of steam drifted gently before him, and the faint, ethereal scent of tea permeated the air, bringing a sense of calm to the mind.

"Teacher, you wanted to see me?" Fang Lin asked.

He didn't stand on ceremony at all, plopping down onto the nearby sofa and sinking into the soft backrest with a casual, natural posture.

"Yes."

Han Tianyi nodded, took a slow, unhurried sip of tea, and set the cup down.

He looked at Fang Lin with a calm gaze and spoke slowly: "Little Lin, have you considered a second profession?"

"A second profession?"

Fang Lin was slightly taken aback by the question.

"That's right."

Han Tianyi's tone was steady and serious. "This concerns your future as a Battle Armor Master."

"A second profession..."

Fang Lin fell into deep thought.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his fingers subconsciously tapped against the sofa armrest, producing a crisp, rhythmic sound.

Battle Armor!

The greatest creation of the Dou San Era, the pinnacle of soul-guided technology.

"Let me introduce them to you."

Han Tianyi spoke, his tone calm. "There are four main secondary professions."

"Among them, Blacksmiths forge metals, Mecha Designers draft the blueprints, Mecha Manufacturers construct the physical frames, and Mecha Repairers handle maintenance and upgrades."

He paused here. "However, ten thousand years ago, they all shared a single title—Soul Master."

"Teacher, do you mean that these four professions are just the four simplified components of a Soul Master?" Fang Lin asked.

"Correct."

Han Tianyi nodded. "The requirements for a Soul Master were simply too high."

"One person had to master every single step, so they eventually branched out. Specialization proved to be far more practical."

"However."

His tone shifted, becoming more cautionary, and his gaze turned serious. "At your current stage, forget about being a Soul Master. If you try to bite off more than you can chew, you'll only choke."

"Pick one as your primary focus first; we can talk about the others later."

Fang Lin nodded, lost in thought.

He understood what Han Tianyi meant; if you take too large a step, you are bound to trip.

Seeing that Fang Lin had taken his advice to heart, Han Tianyi continued, "Each of these four professions has its own unique path."

"Blacksmiths rely on talent, Designers on accumulation, Manufacturers on craftsmanship, and Repairers on experience."

Having said that, he asked, "Little Lin, do you have any thoughts of your own?"

"Teacher, I choose Blacksmith."

Fang Lin replied upon hearing this.

In truth, he had originally leaned toward being a Soul Master; after all, the more comprehensive one's mastery, the higher their future potential.

But his teacher was right—you cannot become a giant in one bite. As for the matter of being a Soul Master, it wouldn't be too late to revisit it later.

Among these four professions, the Blacksmith was undoubtedly the most advantageous, at least in Fang Lin's view.

Fang Lin not only possessed the Golden Dragon King martial soul but also the metal element from his elemental control—the Power of Metal Spirit.

He could fully utilize the Power of Metal Spirit to extract impurities from metals, skipping a vast amount of tedious purification steps and making the forging process effortless.

As for the core of forging—imbuing metal with a soul.

With the Power of Metal Spirit in his left hand and the Power of Wood Spirit in his right, he didn't even need to manipulate it manually; the values and mechanics would dictate everything.

"Good."

Han Tianyi nodded at his words.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile that suggested this was exactly what he had expected.

Fang Lin's choice was within his expectations.

After all, this kid possessed the Golden Dragon martial soul, the ancestor of strength, along with the ability to control nine elements.

Looking across the entire Douluo Continent, one could not find a second monster as outrageous as him.

Aside from Blacksmith, the only other option would have been Mecha Designer.

"Alright, go and get some rest."

Han Tianyi said, his tone easygoing. "In a few days, you'll be heading to the Spirit Ascension Platform for training."

"Spend these next few days adjusting your state. Once you enter the Spirit Ascension Platform, you won't have such comfortable days anymore."

"As for your teacher in forging, I will make arrangements. They are someone with genuine skill, so don't embarrass me when the time comes."

"Understood, Teacher."

Fang Lin responded solemnly.

"Take this and practice on your own. If there is anything you don't understand, come and ask me." Han Tianyi said, taking out a small booklet and tossing it over.

Fang Lin caught the booklet and opened it, only to find that there were no words inside.

The paper was delicate and smooth, warm to the touch, yet it was completely blank—eerily clean.

"Teacher, what is this? A wordless heavenly book?"

Fang Lin looked up, a hint of confusion on his face.

"Fool."

Han Tianyi glanced at him, his tone tinged with disdain. "Who told you to look with your eyes? You need to look with your spiritual power."

"Interpret it with your spiritual power, and the words will naturally appear."

"Oh, I see."

Fang Lin nodded in sudden realization.

He tucked the booklet into his storage ring, his heart filled with curiosity and anticipation for this "wordless heavenly book."

"Alright, you may leave."

Han Tianyi waved his hand. As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of spiritual power welled up, steadily ushering Fang Lin out of the room.

Afterward, the office door closed gently, leaving only the scent of tea lingering in the room.