The Next Stop: Eastsea City!

"Na'er..."

Early the next morning, when Tang Wulin woke up and saw that the bed beside him was empty, he could not help feeling sad.

Na'er had indeed left.

The only things she had left behind were a letter on the bed and a necklace strung with silver gemstones.

"Brother Wulin, Dad, Mom..."

"By the time you see this letter, I will have already left..."

"You'll keep your promise and miss Na'er very much, right... Don't forget me. Wait for me to come find you, Brother Wulin."

"..."

Looking at the contents of the letter in his hand, Tang Wulin's expression still fell despite having expected something like this to happen.

Na'er, the little girl who always called him Brother Wulin, had left just like that.

"Shrek Academy, huh..."

"I'll come find you, Na'er."

Slowly putting the necklace around his neck, Tang Wulin murmured.

According to the timeline, he would reunite with Na'er when he went to Shrek at the age of twelve. Three years—only three years.

"Na'er, I won't fall behind you in strength."

"I'll protect you."

Na'er's departure did not only make Tang Wulin sad. Tang Ziran and Lang Yue, as her parents, were also deeply upset.

The little girl they regarded as both a daughter and perhaps even a future daughter-in-law had long become part of their family. Her sudden departure not only made Lang Yue weep endlessly, but also left Tang Ziran heartbroken.

Their son heading to an intermediate soul master academy had originally been a wonderful thing, yet something like this had happened...

"Don't cry, honey..."

"Since Na'er was taken away by her family, she'll definitely receive better care. No one could possibly value her more than her own family."

"As for whether they can meet again, Wulin is so talented that he'll definitely be able to find her in the future! Didn't you always say Na'er was Wulin's future wife? Maybe someday they really will..."

Tang Ziran stepped forward and held Lang Yue, hurriedly trying to comfort her.

Yet he knew that these were only words of consolation. Douluo Continent was so vast—who knew where Na'er's home was?

Trying to find her would be like looking for a needle in the ocean.

But what if...

"Wulin has the Blue Silver Emperor as his Martial Soul, Innate Full Soul Power, absorbed a sword Soul Ring, and even reached level twenty at nine years old. What can't he do?"

"If he could bring Na'er back once before, he can bring her back a second time!"

Facing his wife beside him, he spoke seriously with an air of absolute confidence.

"I will."

Tang Wulin nodded, clenched his fists, and replied.

"Dad, Mom, I'm going to prepare for my trip to Eastsea City."

"And forge for a while."

After saying that, he did not stay any longer. Instead, he left the room and ran toward Mang Tian's Workshop.

"Ziran."

"We should also start providing Wulin with better resources."

"Wulin, you're here."

In the forging workshop, Mang Tian looked at the boy before him. A smile rested on his fierce face as he welcomed him.

"This time you've come to see me..."

"Will also be your last time in Aolai City, right?"

His face was filled with emotion as he could not help saying.

If he had once been astonished by Tang Wulin, then now he truly had no choice but to be convinced—

A nine-year-old Grand Soul Master, and a level twenty-three Grand Soul Master at that, was far stronger than he, a Soul Ancestor in his forties.

That alone would have been enough... but the key was that this kid's talent for forging was simply peerless!

His first attempt had already achieved Hundred Refinement with a single hammer strike. Now, after only three years on the path of forging, he had reached the fourth level of Blacksmith, and his refining of various metal materials had already attained Thousand Refinement.

Thousand Refinement meant striking a metal one thousand times to achieve the desired forging effect. Of course, for Tang Wulin, who possessed the Golden Dragon King's Bloodline, it was clearly impossible for it to take that long.

If his cultivation had not temporarily fallen short of the Soul Elder realm, then Spirit Refinement would likely have come naturally to him as well.

"That's right, Uncle Mang Tian. My next step is to study at the intermediate academy in Eastsea City. Of course, I won't abandon forging."

"Once I break through to Soul Elder, I'll try Spirit Refinement."

Tang Wulin adjusted his mood, smiled, and said.

"Alright."

"I believe you can definitely do it. Becoming a Fifth-Level Blacksmith will be no difficulty for you."

Mang Tian softly replied with a smile.

"Take your forging hammers, pack up, and head to Eastsea City."

"After you get there, go find Mu Chen, the president of the Blacksmith Association. That kid's strength and abilities far surpass mine, so you'll be able to learn better things from him."

"I also have a workshop there. You can complete your forging work there on ordinary days. Here's the key."

"When you have time, you're always welcome to come back to Aolai City and visit me."

As Mang Tian spoke, he took out a key from his Soul Guidance Device and handed it to Tang Wulin, his face full of approving smiles.

He had always been proud and aloof, and had never taken a disciple in his life. Tang Wulin was the first and only person he had taught, someone who could barely be considered his student.

Although they did not bear the title of master and disciple, he had indeed passed everything he had learned in his life on to Tang Wulin.

"You must seek Mu Chen's guidance often. It would be fine if you became his disciple too."

"As an Eighth-Level Saint Craftsman, he is far stronger than me."

Mang Tian said earnestly.

At the first four levels, which consisted only of Hundred Refinement and Thousand Refinement, he could teach very well. But once it came to the fifth level...

Having been unable to break through to the seventh level his entire life, he was utterly inferior to his old friend, the Eighth-Level Saint Craftsman. This was something he had no choice but to admit.

"I understand."

"Thank you, Uncle Mang Tian."

Tang Wulin casually lifted two hammers weighing several thousand jin each, bowed, and spoke respectfully.

He was deeply grateful that Mang Tian had been willing to lead an outsider like him, who possessed only a bit of talent and strength, into the profession of a Blacksmith.

Mang Tian: "..."

"A nine-year-old Fourth-Level Blacksmith."

"The second Divine Craftsman in all of Douluo Continent will probably emerge under my witness."

Mang Tian sighed emotionally, feeling exceptionally happy as he chuckled.

"It's just a pity that I have to hand such an excellent student over to that fellow Mu Chen..."

"But he is also the person I know who is best suited to nurture little Wulin."

Mang Tian chuckled.

Early the next morning, after packing his belongings, Tang Wulin boarded the Soul Guidance train to Eastsea City with his luggage.

"Eastsea Intermediate Academy..."

"Gu Yue, Xie Xie, Xu Xiaoyan, Teacher Wu Zhangkong, President Mu Chen, Mu Xi..."

"I'm here."

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