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"Take a look. You're a blacksmith—can you even understand it? My Martial Soul is an exceedingly rare Gem-type Martial Soul."

Lu Chen crossed his arms and lifted his chin high, looking as smug as could be.

"A Gem-type Martial Soul? That really is rare. Little San said you also possess Innate Full Soul Power?"

Tang Hao found it hard to believe. Tang San having Innate Full Soul Power was understandable, after all. Tang San had inherited the Clear Sky Hammer, Douluo Continent's most powerful Tool Martial Soul, as well as Ah Yin's Blue Silver Emperor.

But for the child of ordinary people, having Soul Power at all was already impressive. How could he possess the Innate Full Soul Power that appeared only once in a century?

"Of course. Does a genius like me not deserve Innate Full Soul Power?"

Lu Chen generously summoned the Infinite Gems. Six magnificent gems revolved in an orderly circle around his wrist.

On Douluo Continent, Lu Chen had no concern that anyone would recognize the Infinite Gems.

"It really is a Gem-type Martial Soul, and there are six of them! It is indeed exceptionally rare. While it may not necessarily be incredibly powerful, its versatility is unmatched by other Martial Souls.

Gem-type Martial Souls gain different abilities depending on the Soul Rings they acquire, allowing them to develop in any direction.

They can focus on strength, control, agility, or even support. Everything depends on the Soul Rings. You could say they are the Martial Souls most dependent on Soul Rings.

Among Soul Masters, stronger Martial Souls are naturally better. But generally speaking, most Martial Souls have already taken shape upon awakening and possess a direction most suitable for their development.

Gem-type Martial Souls are precisely the opposite. They possess the greatest uncertainty among all Martial Souls and can be extremely misleading.

You might think it is an assault-type Martial Soul, but its next Soul Ring could grant a support skill—or perhaps a control skill."

Tang Hao looked calmly at Lu Chen's Martial Soul and explained unhurriedly.

"Really? Then isn't that great? Hey, blacksmith! No, wait. How do you know so much about Martial Souls? Are you really a blacksmith?"

Lu Chen glanced at Tang San before shifting his gaze to Tang Hao, waiting to see how he would answer.

"Hmph. My affairs are none of your concern. Little San, clean up the table and come to the forging station."

Tang Hao snorted coldly, rose to his feet, and returned to his room.

"Dad?"

Tang San was puzzled by Tang Hao's sudden change in attitude. Just as Lu Chen had said, was his father truly only an ordinary blacksmith?

He seemed to know a great deal about Lu Chen's Martial Soul, and Tang San's second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, also seemed to have been inherited from his father.

"The blacksmith just told you to go to the forging station. Is he going to teach you how to forge?"

"What? Are you interested too, Lu Chen?"

"Tch. Did you see my Gem-type Martial Soul? I was born noble. There's no way I'd be interested in forging."

Inside the forge, Tang San began his smithing work.

Following his father's requirements, he had to forge a block of pig iron into something the size of a fist within a set time. At the moment, he still needed quite a bit more time.

"Ding ding dang, ding ding dang." Tang San hammered the iron block tirelessly.

The collisions between the hammer and the iron block were extremely rhythmic, like an ancient set of bronze bells. Lu Chen, watching from the side, nearly fell asleep listening to it.

"Little San, keep the music going, keep dancing."

"What did you say, Lu Chen?" Tang San stopped. He had been focused on forging and had not heard Lu Chen clearly.

"Nothing. Keep going."

Just then, the door curtain lifted and Tang Hao walked in. Seeing Lu Chen dozing off nearby, he frowned.

"Dad." Tang San stopped what he was doing when he saw Tang Hao.

"Huh? Why did you stop? Keep the music going, Little San." Lu Chen rubbed his eyes and wiped away nonexistent eye gunk.

Tang Hao said nothing, merely gesturing for him to continue before standing off to the side.

Tang San understood what he meant and began swinging the hammer in his hand again.

"Ding ding dang, ding ding dang."

The rhythm remained steady. Tang Hao watched from the side, which made Tang San work even harder. His hammer whistled through the air, and before long, his clothes were soaked through with sweat.

Watching Tang San sweat profusely, Tang Hao could not help but sigh. To possess such strength at this age, coupled with Innate Full Soul Power—his son truly was talented.

Old Jack had been right. He could not let his own decadence affect Tang San's growth and future.

So he decided to teach Tang San the Clear Sky Sect's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.

"Stop for a moment," Tang Hao suddenly said.

Hearing his father tell him to stop, Tang San immediately set down the hammer, wiped away his sweat, and caught his breath.

Tang Hao walked to the forging station, took Tang San's hammer, and said, "With the way you hammer, even if I gave you a year, you still would not be able to forge this pig iron into a fist-sized block."

"Then what should I do?" Tang San asked humbly.

"How do you exert your strength?" Tang Hao asked in return.

"From the waist, I think. The waist drives the back, the back drives the arms, and then I can hammer and forge."

"Wrong. You must begin exerting force from your calves. The strength travels up to your thighs, then passes through your waist, back, and arms in turn before finally being released. Only then is it a full-powered strike. Use your calves for force, with your waist as the axis. Watch."

Tang Hao assumed a stance, raised the hammer high above his head, and smashed it down onto the pig iron before him.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

After only three blows, the block of pig iron had been completely hammered flat.

"So amazing. This hammer technique is completely different from the one Dad normally uses when forging farm tools.

"The strength, timing, and points of impact are all perfect. This is not something an ordinary blacksmith could accomplish. Dad, just who are you..." Tang San exclaimed.

"Don't get distracted. Keep watching my next movements!" Tang Hao shouted. "Watch carefully, learn carefully, and remember it well!"

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

After a flurry of blows, a flawless block of iron without a trace of impurities emerged.

"Did you understand?" Tang Hao asked Tang San.

"Yes. There were eighty-one strikes in total, and every strike was stronger than the last."

Tang San nodded, looking at Tang Hao with immense admiration.

"Heh heh, sharp eyes." Tang Hao was somewhat surprised by Tang San's talent. "This is what I am going to teach you: the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.

"Swing the hammer eighty-one times, each strike stronger than the last, and you can shape an iron block into any form you desire. How much did you learn?"

"The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer?" Tang San muttered. There was actually such an exquisite hammer technique in this world. "I think I learned about seventy percent."

"Seventy percent?" Tang Hao stared at Tang San in shock. He had only demonstrated it once, yet Tang San had already grasped most of it?

"Little San, that won't do. Such a simple hammer technique, and you only learned seventy percent?" Lu Chen suddenly cut in from the side. "Isn't it just clang clang clang? As long as you get the rhythm right, it is easy to learn."

"What do you mean, clang clang clang?" Tang San asked in confusion.