Level Four Forging Master

His arms became two blurry black afterimages!

The Thousand-Forged Heavy Silver Hammers seemed weightless in his hands. Every swing carried the force of thunder, yet was as precise as the most sophisticated instrument!

Clang! Ding! Ding!

Clang! Ding! Ding!

Clang! Ding! Ding!

The dense, rhythmic triple hammer strikes were like a raging metal storm, instantly sweeping through the entire testing room!

The sounds were no longer monotonous pounding, but a symphony filled with power, rhythm, and the beauty of destruction!

Hammer shadows poured down upon the Heavy Silver ingot like a violent tempest!

Dazzling sparks burst forth in an endless stream like fireworks blooming during a festival!

With every hammer blow, the three overlapping shockwaves became invisible blades that pierced the metal's surface and struck straight at its core!

The Heavy Silver ingot underwent astonishing changes at a visible rate!

Gray-white impurities fell away like dust scattered by vibrations!

Under the violent yet precise hammering, the metal itself seemed to come alive, violently collapsing and condensing inward!

Its volume rapidly shrank!

Its dull gray-white color transformed at an astonishing speed into a pure, restrained silver-white, as though it contained the flowing radiance of a galaxy!

The light grew brighter and brighter!

Purer and purer!

The observation area fell deathly silent!

Only those soul-shaking triple hammer strikes remained!

Even the depths of President Mu Chen's warm, tranquil eyes were now stirred by raging waves!

For the first time, his usually impassive face revealed an unmistakable look of emotion!

He watched the small figure at the forging table, watched the rhythm of his hammer swings that seemed almost naturally attuned to the Dao, watched the terrifying power within him that seemed endless yet was controlled with perfect precision...

This was far more than mere technique!

This was talent!

A terrifying affinity for the essence of power, engraved into his bloodline!

This was...

The bearing of a Divine Craftsman!

Cen Yue clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. His breathing had long since become extremely heavy!

His cloudy old eyes shone with astonishing brightness as he stared unblinkingly at the small figure at the forging table and the metal undergoing its transformation!

It was as if he had witnessed the descent of the god of forging!

The other executives and evaluators stood with their mouths agape, their expressions completely replaced by utter shock and blank stupor!

A mere two hours!

When the final hammer fell heavily, carrying a smooth, unobstructed charm that seemed naturally attuned to the Dao!

"Bzzzz—!"

An incomparably clear, resonant tremor, like a dragon's roar through the nine heavens, suddenly erupted from the piece of metal that had shrunk to the size of a fist and now radiated dazzling silver light flowing like a liquid galaxy!

A pure, resilient, spiritual aura spread outward as though it were tangible!

The entire testing room seemed shrouded in holy light!

Thousand-Forged Heavy Silver!

Perfect quality!

Two hours!

Bai Lin slowly lowered his hammers and panted faintly, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

He reached out and gently stroked the Thousand-Forged Heavy Silver, which was as warm and lustrous as jade and radiated astonishing spirituality.

Its light illuminated his calm face, as well as the petrified figures in the observation area.

Cen Yue was the first to move.

He practically staggered toward the forging table, moving so quickly that he did not seem like an old man at all.

His callused hand trembled as he reached out and carefully lifted the Thousand-Forged Heavy Silver with its flowing radiance, as though cradling a priceless treasure.

It felt heavy in his hands, warm and smooth, yet carrying the coolness of metal.

Its pure spiritual fluctuations, flawless texture, and galaxy-like halo of light...

Every detail proclaimed that this was a masterpiece beyond perfection!

He abruptly raised his head and looked at Bai Lin. Those sharp old eyes were filled with incomparable excitement, shock, and an almost worshipful fervor!

His lips trembled. His voice had become hoarse and shaky under the immense emotional impact, yet it exploded through the silent testing room like thunder:

"Perfect..."

"Perfect Thousand Refinement!"

"Two hours!"

"Nine years old!"

He stared fixedly at Bai Lin, as though every word took all his strength:

"Tang Wulin!"

"Level two forging master!"

"No!"

"You..."

"You have directly passed..."

"The level three forging master evaluation!"

Boom!

Those words were like a final judgment, completely detonating the deathly silence!

The other executives and evaluators were shaken to the core, and their eyes toward Bai Lin were filled with awe!

However, just as the shock reached its peak, an even gentler voice slowly rang out, carrying supreme authority and a power that seemed able to see through everything. It drowned out all the commotion:

"Level three?"

President Mu Chen stepped forward slowly. His gaze was like the most precise measuring tool as it swept over the perfect Thousand-Forged Heavy Silver before settling on Bai Lin, as if it intended to see through every secret hidden in the depths of his soul.

His gentle eyes now gleamed with starlike brilliance.

"Cen Yue."

"Your judgment is still too conservative."

President Mu Chen looked at Bai Lin. His voice was calm, yet his words exploded like thunder in everyone's hearts:

"Such control over power, such rhythmic cadence, such spirituality in resonating with metal..."

"Cannot possibly be defined by a mere level three master."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present before finally settling on Bai Lin's clear yet profound eyes. Word by word, as though announcing the arrival of a new era, he declared:

"Tang Wulin."

"In my capacity as president of the Eastsea City Forging Masters Association, I announce..."

"You are directly granted..."

"Level four forging master certification!"

Level four master!

Nine years old!

The testing room fell into absolute silence!

Even the sound of breathing vanished!

Everyone, including Cen Yue, seemed to have been struck by an invisible giant hammer and was completely petrified.

President Mu Chen's announcement still seemed to echo through the room, while the gazes directed at Bai Lin...

Held not merely astonishment, but unbelievable fervor and an almost greedy scrutiny—

As though they were examining an unparalleled piece of uncut jade capable of shaking the entire forging world.

Feeling those gazes that seemed ready to set him aflame, Bai Lin instinctively lowered his head slightly. A trace of barely perceptible discomfort flashed through his pure eyes.

He was not accustomed to being the focus of such fervent attention.

The heated atmosphere involuntarily reminded him of the grave, meaningful conversation he had shared with Teacher Mang Tian before leaving Aolai City.

"Wulin, to be honest, your current forging level is already about the same as mine..."

"I have nothing left to teach you..."

"My presence will only limit your growth."

"So when you go to the Eastsea Forging Masters Association this time, there is no need to hold back. Give it everything you have."

"With your terrifying talent as a nine-year-old level four forging master, you will certainly draw the attention of those Saint Craftsmen. Even Divine Craftsmen may emerge to take you as their disciple."

"But the Federation's situation is unclear now..."