Learning Forging? One Hammer, Hundred Refinement!

"This is my first Soul Skill."

"Let's call it Endless Renewal."

Tang Wulin smiled as he sensed the warmth within his body. After thinking for a moment, he said with a smile.

Clearly, he was extremely satisfied with this Soul Skill, which had absolutely nothing to do with the Control Department.

Endless Renewal—such an excellent Healing-type Soul Skill was undoubtedly the most suitable for the Blue Silver Emperor. It was especially countless times better than some so-called "Blue Silver Entanglement."

"Endless Renewal?"

"What an Endless Renewal..."

Seeing the radiance that continuously replenished energy and restored him without end, both Tang Ziran and the Spirit Transmission Master, Su Tao, could not help but sigh.

They had thought that taking the Blue Silver Grass down a support path rather than a control path was an extremely rash choice. After all, the Blue Silver Grass was the most widely recognized control-type Martial Soul.

Among them, Tang San, who had become the Sea God ten thousand years ago, possessed that very Martial Soul. In everyone's understanding, it was undoubtedly best suited for the Control Department.

Yet unexpectedly, this risky attempt actually... seemed surprisingly good? If he found a suitable partner in the future, it might even become a legendary tale.

"As expected of a genius with Innate Full Soul Power."

"Although the path you have taken differs from that of ordinary Blue Silver Grass Soul Masters, it is still a powerful path."

The Spirit Transmission Master could not help but say so.

"Thank you, but I'm not that impressive."

Tang Wulin merely smiled softly at those words.

Was the Blue Silver Emperor taking a different path really overturning convention...

Perhaps the strongest person among Blue Silver Emperors truly belonged to the Control Department, but saying that he was the most suitable direction for the development of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul system was incorrect.

How many Blue Silver Grass Soul Masters had ever been able to cultivate to a decent realm?

Even those with Innate Soul Power were few and far between, almost nonexistent. And becoming a powerful control-type Soul Master on top of that?

He felt that this attempt of his was perfectly normal. At the very least, in his opinion... it was countless times stronger than Blue Silver Entanglement.

At the same time, recalling the Golden Dragon King Soul Ring he had activated earlier, he immediately checked the first Soul Skill of his Golden Dragon King Martial Soul.

"Golden Dragon King's Power..."

"It grants the ability to control the Golden Dragon King's Bloodline. As expected of a first Soul Skill—it really is this useless."

A hint of disappointment appeared on Tang Wulin's face as he thought helplessly.

Golden Dragon King's Power—if it were for the protagonist of the original story, whose eighteen seals had to be broken one layer at a time with each becoming incomparably harder, it would surely have been something fantastical.

However, for someone like him, who already possessed the Golden Dragon King's Bloodline, there were only two words to describe it: That's it?

"I already have the complete Golden Dragon King's Bloodline."

"This so-called Golden Dragon King's Power is truly of no use at all. It's pretty underwhelming."

Tang Wulin chuckled to himself.

As the saying went, the well-fed did not know the hunger of the starving. At this moment, he stood in stark contrast to his former self.

"Son, I truly never expected this."

"You're an unmatched genius with Innate Full Soul Power. It would have been one thing if your Martial Soul was the Blue Silver Emperor, but you even became the first Healing-type Blue Silver Emperor Soul Master in history."

On their way back, Tang Ziran spoke with emotion.

Such a powerful genius, the second person in history to possess the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul, was actually his adopted son. It was truly hard to imagine.

"I'm not that impressive, but..."

"Dad, I have an idea."

As they passed a forging workshop with a giant hammer mounted above it, Tang Wulin suddenly stopped and slowly spoke.

"I want to become a Blacksmith."

It was a somewhat shabby storefront with no special decorations. Apart from the hammer-shaped sign, it looked like nothing more than a rundown room.

The storefront looked worn down, and the sign above it bore just five words: Mang Tian's Workshop.

"Son..."

"You want to learn forging?"

Tang Ziran froze at once upon hearing this, clearly not expecting such a development.

Forging? What was this about?

He had heard of talented young people learning forging, but someone like his son, with Innate Full Soul Power, learning forging... that was truly rare.

After all, learning an additional discipline required far more effort than simply cultivating Soul Power.

"Dad."

"I feel like I'm pretty strong. Forging isn't impossible for me! I won't delay my Soul Power cultivation."

Tang Wulin said seriously.

"This..."

"All right."

Tang Ziran naturally did not want to agree, but then he remembered that his son had even gone and become a support-type Soul Master...

Although Tang Wulin was still very young, it seemed that he would have a hard time changing his son's mind.

"Mang Tian's forging ability is one level higher than mine."

"If Wu Lin truly wants to learn, then it should be fine. If he becomes a high-level Blacksmith in the future and pairs it with formidable strength, that would be excellent."

"But why does Wu Lin suddenly want to learn forging? He doesn't seem to have known anything about it before."

Tang Ziran could not help but think suspiciously.

"Still."

"Getting that guy Mang Tian's approval won't be easy."

Tang Ziran looked at his son beside him and chuckled.

The next moment, he took Tang Wulin's hand and slowly pressed the doorbell.

"Who's there..."

"Hm?"

"Ziran, you brought Wu Lin here? How did it go? Did he absorb his Soul Ring smoothly?"

The man who opened the door was tall and powerfully built, with dark skin and a full beard that made him look especially fierce.

However, he wore a smile as he spoke with them. In particular, when he looked at Tang Wulin, his eyes were full of admiration for a genius.

As he spoke, he led the two of them into the workshop.

Just like the workshop's shabby exterior, its interior was equally rundown. Only a few scattered Mecha parts lay to one side, making the place look especially bare.

"So this is Uncle Mang Tian..."

"He could be called the man who influenced my former self's entire life."

Looking at the middle-aged man before him, whom he had met before, Tang Wulin immediately recalled the other's name and thought to himself.

Mang Tian, a Sixth-Level Forging Grandmaster.

He was also his former self's first forging teacher.

Limited by his own lack of strength, he remained a Sixth-Level Blacksmith for his entire life and was unable to provide any help later on.

But if he had not taken in the protagonist at the age of six, the protagonist likely would never have come into contact with forging in his life. Later, without the money to buy the medicinal ingredients needed to activate the Golden Dragon King's Bloodline, he would have died suddenly.

"Brother Mang Tian."

Tang Ziran looked at him with a smile and chuckled.

This man was his true confidant, someone who knew everything about him and whom he trusted more than anyone else.

"Just say what you need to say."

"I still have parts to make."

Mang Tian smiled and spoke.

Though he was talking to Tang Ziran, in truth, ever since they entered, his gaze had never left Tang Wulin.

"..."

"This guy..."

Seeing this, Tang Ziran could not help but feel both amused and helpless.

Ever since he had told Mang Tian about it yesterday, Mang Tian had been incredibly excited. At this moment, he was showing it without the slightest restraint.

However, when Tang Ziran remembered that he had come here precisely because of Wu Lin, that thought immediately vanished.

"Brother Mang Tian, I came here this time because of Wu Lin."

Tang Ziran said directly.

"Oh?"

"Wu Lin is looking for me?"

Mang Tian was stunned, clearly caught off guard.

It was not that he wanted to say it, but although his relationship with Tang Ziran was indeed excellent, he was not familiar with little Tang Wulin at all.

The boy was looking for him?

"Uncle Mang Tian, I want to learn forging."

Tang Wulin stepped forward and said directly.

"Hm?"

"You want to learn forging?"

Hearing that, Mang Tian immediately frowned in surprise.

Learn forging? You are a Soul Master genius with Innate Full Soul Power. Instead of cultivating properly, you want to learn forging?

"Ziran."

"You agreed to this?"

He then turned his astonished gaze toward Tang Ziran and asked.

"Yes."

Tang Ziran nodded in response.

"You..."

Mang Tian immediately felt his teeth itch with frustration, a feeling of resentment toward wasted potential rising in his heart.

The reason he had never been able to cross the threshold into becoming a Saint Craftsman, a Seventh-Level Blacksmith, was because his strength was too poor. He was only a Soul Ancestor, and his abilities were truly limited.

Here was a perfectly good Soul Master genius who should have been cultivating properly, yet he had come to learn forging at such a young age. How could this be allowed?

"Little Wu Lin."

"Come back once you become a Grand Soul Master. You're still young. Cultivating your Martial Soul and Soul Power should be your priority. As for a second profession, you can come back later—"

Mang Tian spoke earnestly. As he spoke, he looked toward Tang Ziran as if to say: The child doesn't understand, but don't you understand either?

Learning forging at six years old, and with Innate Full Soul Power at that.

He admitted that if Tang Wulin's forging talent was extraordinary, he might become an extremely famous figure in the forging world in the future. But that was almost impossible.

Bang—

Before he could finish, Tang Wulin silently picked up the hammer on the table and smashed it heavily onto a piece of forging material.

In an instant, a sound like a hammer striking the ground rang throughout the workshop. Then, the relatively rare material before them shrank to a fraction of its original size.

"This is..."

"Hundred-Forged Silver?"

Mang Tian was so shocked that he could barely speak.

One hammer, Hundred Refinement.

Yet Tang Wulin's expression remained calm, as though what had just happened were the simplest thing in the world.

That was because the moment he had entered the forging workshop, the system's sign-in notification had already sounded in his mind:

[Sign-in Location: Mang Tian's Workshop]

[Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: God Rank Blacksmith Talent]

[Sign-in Character: Mang Tian]

[Mang Tian, Sixth-Level Forging Grandmaster, Four-Ring Soul Ancestor...]

[Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: Some forging materials]