Would You Like to Come Home with Me?

"Hundred Refinement..."

"Brother Ziran, tell me honestly—did you secretly teach Wu Lin forging long ago?"

"Did he keep using hammers even before awakening his Martial Soul? Otherwise, how could he be this strong?!"

Mang Tian forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart and looked toward the equally stunned Tang Ziran as he asked.

Hundred Refinement marked the boundary for becoming an official Blacksmith, vastly different from ordinary ironworkers. Yet no matter how he thought about it, he could not understand one thing.

A six-year-old becoming a First-Level Blacksmith was already shocking enough, yet he had achieved it with a single hammer strike????

"No."

"I'm sure this was Wu Lin's first time using a forging hammer..."

Tang Ziran's face was likewise filled with uncontrollable shock as he spoke.

At that moment, he was completely numb.

Besides his main profession, he had also practiced some forging, though his rank was not high. He had only barely reached the Fifth Level of Spirit Refinement.

He naturally understood forging. Hundred Refinement was the first stage for a Blacksmith, achieved by striking something a hundred times.

Of course, for powerful Blacksmiths, striking a hundred times was clearly unnecessary. Even a single strike could achieve Hundred Refinement, or even Thousand Refinement.

But Tang Wulin had not only never learned forging—before this, he had never even touched a forging hammer!

"Is this... scientific?"

For a moment, he could not help but wonder that.

"Uncle Mang Tian."

"Can I learn forging from you?"

Tang Wulin looked toward Mang Tian again, a smile on his face as he asked.

God Rank forging talent...

It looks like even if I don't put much effort into learning forging as my second profession, my level won't be worse than in the original story.

At the same time, he slowly lowered the hammer in his hand. After thinking for a moment, he could not help but think that.

With this talent, combined with the fact that he had achieved Hundred Refinement with a single strike just now, he felt that even if he learned nothing and simply brute-forced his way through it, he could still reach the Fifth or Sixth Level.

With such talent, along with the Golden Dragon King's ultimate strength, how could that possibly be a joke?

"Of course you can. Stay here, and I can teach you the knowledge you need. But don't call me Teacher."

"I wouldn't dare accept such a terrifying genius as my disciple."

The shock on Mang Tian's face was still difficult to calm as he spoke.

Six years old. One strike. Hundred Refinement.

Any one of those three terms was already astonishing, but when they came together, they were simply overwhelming.

"Brother Mang Tian, this...?"

Hearing that, Tang Ziran could not help but freeze for a moment.

Mang Tian's personality was exceptionally fiery and arrogant.

It made sense. A man who had become a Forging Grandmaster with the strength of a Soul Ancestor was no ordinary person. Getting him to acknowledge someone and take them as a disciple was already extremely difficult, and someone like his son was an unprecedented case.

But when he thought of Wu Lin's talent... suddenly, it seemed like there was nothing strange about it.

Regarding...

The fact that my genius son seemed to be an all-rounder in every aspect.

For a moment, Tang Ziran looked out the window and could not help but think that.

What was there that his son could not do?

Perhaps before he knew it, his son might even bring him a daughter-in-law!

"Impossible. Absolutely impossible."

"Wu Lin is only six years old. Impossible. At the very least, that shouldn't happen..."

A day later, Red Mountain Academy in Aolai City.

As Aolai City's first and only Soul Master academy, it naturally became Tang Wulin's temporary destination.

After handling the matters of entering the Soul Master academy, Tang Wulin calmly walked along the road home.

Three years at a junior Soul Master academy...

It feels like what they teach is basically common knowledge to me?

Tang Wulin could not help but think.

Based on his guess, they would normally study basic knowledge about the continent and meditate to cultivate.

For him, there was truly no need to learn much. As a transmigrator with a system, he had only one thing to say—

No one understood Douluo better than him.

If I calculate the timing...

Na'er should be appearing soon, right? I wonder what she'll be like...

Thinking of this, Tang Wulin could not help but fall into thought.

She's an adorable and powerful girl. In the future, her beauty will certainly be as breathtaking as in the original story.

Unfortunately, she was ultimately merged by that ridiculously brain-dead Third...

Tang Wulin sighed and could not help but think.

Gu Yue and Na'er, two perfectly good girlfriends, had to be merged together in such an absurd way. Even across the entire webnovel world, that was unbelievably outrageous.

But since I have a choice...

Sorry.

I want them both...

Tang Wulin gave a soft snort as he thought that.

Just as he needed to turn at a corner, several incomparably sleazy voices entered his ears.

"What a cute little sister."

"Little girl, do you want to come home with your big brothers?"

"So adorable, hehehehehehe—"

It was hard to imagine that even when faced with such a young and adorable girl, there would be disgusting people trying to lay their filthy hands on her.

In the direction the three hooligans were gradually approaching, a pretty and adorable little girl was quietly squatting by the roadside.

She had short silver hair that naturally reflected the sunlight, making it exceptionally beautiful. Her large eyes were like two clear purple crystals.

Her face was somewhat dirty at the moment, but even so, it did nothing to diminish her extraordinary beauty. It was hard to imagine just how stunning she would become in the future.

But at that moment, she was only a six-year-old girl, alone and helpless, even about to be targeted by evildoers.

"Little girl, do you want to come home with your big brother?"

The leader of the hooligans looked at the little girl with a malicious grin and spoke.

"..."

The little girl said nothing. She only shook her head forcefully.

"Aiya, you're so dirty. How about big brother takes you somewhere to get nice and clean?"

"I'll even buy you something tasty..."

"Get lost."

The hooligan had just wanted to continue speaking, but in the next moment, Tang Wulin had already jogged over to their side.

At that moment, a yellow Soul Ring gleamed beneath his feet, while the Blue Silver Emperor, carrying a faint pressure of energy, appeared in his palm.

"Holy shit, a Soul Master."

Seeing that, the hooligans instantly froze before hurriedly scattering, unable to stop themselves from blurting it out.

They were already trying to abduct a little girl, so they clearly possessed neither strength nor ability. How could they dare oppose a Soul Master? They immediately fled the area.

"Hello, my name is Tang Wulin."

Seeing everything before him, Tang Wulin immediately withdrew his Soul Skill and turned his gaze toward the little girl, his eyes shining as he spoke.

"My name is..."

"Na'er."

Na'er's innocent face looked somewhat blank. Looking at the boy who was slightly older than her, she slowly spoke.

For some reason, she felt something different about him, a feeling she had never experienced before.

"Where is your home?"

"I don't have a home."

Na'er shook her head blankly as she spoke.

"Then, Na'er."

"Would you like to come home with me?"

Tang Wulin smiled as he extended one hand toward her.

"I..."

Na'er's adorable face inexplicably turned a little red. Looking at the hand he had extended, she slowly reached out her own hand as well and softly said.

"I would."