Special Effect of Forging Hammers

Still, since it concerned his first pair of forging hammers, Lin Yu was quite interested in challenging himself.

According to the established rules, the forging hammer made from one's first Thousand Refinements product possessed the best special effect. If he could also obtain an effect similar to Tang Wulin's Stacked Hammer, his path as a blacksmith would be much smoother in the future.

Lin Yu was fairly confident. After getting hit by a truck, he had not only survived but had somehow transmigrated to Douluo Continent and awakened with innate full soul power. That already put him far above the vast majority of his colleagues who had died in traffic accidents.

As a transmigrator, he had no cheat like a system, and his martial soul was ordinary. Surely he had to be given at least this much luck, right?

It would be downright unreasonable not to.

With that thought, Lin Yu picked up the pair of forging hammers Qi Feng had made for him. Over the past three years, he had become as familiar with them as his own arms. He spun the twin hammers once in his hands, making their faces collide in midair.

Seeing the sparks burst from the hammer faces, Qi Feng frowned slightly. He had always been old-fashioned about forging, and in his eyes, Lin Yu's meaningless display of flair was indeed a little too youthful and impetuous.

Back then, Lin Yu had once said, "If young people aren't impetuous, can they still be called young people?"

Qi Feng had chased him down three streets while beating him, driving Qi Feng's blood pressure up to his neck, where it nearly spilled out.

Later, Lin Qingye had stepped in with gifts to settle the matter. After that, Qi Feng did not raise any further objections about Lin Yu's forging habits. He merely raised his requirements for Lin Yu whenever he pulled off such flashy tricks.

In his words, "If you want to show off, you need strength to match. Anyone who shows off without strength doesn't deserve to be my disciple."

This method was far more effective than simply suppressing him. To save himself trouble, Lin Yu often dropped those habitual flourishes.

But this time, Qi Feng had demanded that he complete a Thousand Refinements Grade One forging on his very first attempt at Thousand Refinements. The difficulty had clearly been raised to the limit, so there was no need to worry about making things even harder.

After finishing the spin and returning his hands to their proper starting positions, Lin Yu raised his right hand and fiercely swung the first hammer.

Clang!

This strike was meant to test the metal's texture. After confirming its hardness, Lin Yu adjusted the strength in his arm and immediately swung the second and third hammers in succession...

With each strike, the furrow between Qi Feng's brows gradually eased.

Although Lin Yu's fondness for flashy moves at crucial moments displeased him somewhat, Lin Yu had indeed inherited the forging techniques of the Qi Sect. Beyond this point, there was little Qi Feng could teach him.

A master could lead one through the door, but cultivation depended on the individual. Just as his own master had been an eighth-level forging master, yet he himself had never reached the eighth level.

What came afterward depended more on personal insight. As a teacher, he could at most demonstrate a few more times.

Very soon, Lin Yu's Thousand Refinements entered its final stage, and Qi Feng began paying close attention to the movements of the last few strikes.

What the final result of Thousand Refinements would be like depended on the elevation and final sprint of these strikes.

This was especially true between Thousand Refinements Grade One and Thousand Refinements Grade Two. The earlier strikes merely laid the foundation; only the final three determined the grade.

Lin Yu had already completed Thousand Refinements steadily. It now depended on whether those final elevating strikes could push it into the realm of Thousand Refinements Grade One.

The instant the final hammer fell, golden light instantly filled the entire forging room. The gold only appeared for a brief moment before being followed by an intense green glow, along with a cloud of bluish-green vapor carrying a fishy-sweet scent that filled the room.

Without hesitation, Qi Feng immediately grabbed Lin Yu's wrist, drew a sharp dagger, and stabbed his arm. Blood flowed from Lin Yu's arm the next moment.

The blood dripped onto the Thousand Refinements Grade One metal, making the green glow grow even brighter. Then Qi Feng held Lin Yu's arm and began giving his forging hammers their final shaping.

As the saying went, strike while the iron was hot. The principle held true in both worlds.

Qi Feng only guided Lin Yu through one hammer strike before Lin Yu had already rallied his spirits and begun swinging the hammer himself again. Under the scorching heat, his wound quickly sealed shut.

Put plainly, it had been cauterized to hell.

Lin Yu did not care in the slightest. Instead, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked with satisfaction at the two forging hammers before him.

The hammerheads faced each other, their handles slanting slightly downward. They had been formed entirely in one piece. Once they cooled, they would become Lin Yu's forging hammers.

Qi Feng looked at Lin Yu, then pulled him over to a chair and handed him a cup of water. "Can you still drink by yourself?"

Lin Yu nodded and gripped the cup with trembling fingers. After downing the cup, half of it had spilled over himself, but he paid it no mind. His gaze remained fixed on the forging platform.

Qi Feng smiled and said to Lin Yu, "No rush. The cooling system in my forging room is older than I am, so it won't cool down anytime soon. Wait here a little longer. Your train is tomorrow anyway, isn't it?"

Lin Yu nodded and said to Qi Feng, "As long as I don't miss the final enrollment registration, it doesn't matter which day I take the train. Buying another ticket isn't difficult for me, and I'm not short on that little bit of money."

Qi Feng nodded and instructed Lin Yu, "All under heaven bustle for profit; all under heaven come and go for profit. Many soul masters fight over wealth, even staking their lives on it. It is already very good that you think this way."

While waiting for the forging hammers to cool, Lin Yu looked toward them. The gleaming gold had turned into a greenish gold, and dragon-like bloodstains could be seen on the hammer faces. They were clearly marks left by the blood Lin Yu had spilled earlier.

Qi Feng had also lost his usual restraint and rigidity. Stroking his beard, he said to Lin Yu, "A blacksmith's first pair of forging hammers often brings a good special effect. Hurry and test what special effect your pair has."

Lin Yu nodded. Qi Feng then picked up an ordinary piece of metal for him to test.

Lin Yu touched the hammer face, then once again spun the hammers and made their faces collide in midair before smashing one hammer down onto the metal ore in front of him.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

He had only struck once, yet three vibrations of different rhythms rang out. Qi Feng was immediately surprised. He knew the Stacked Hammer effect; those three sounds should have been identical. He immediately looked toward Lin Yu's hammers...