Forged in a single go!
Lin Mu stood beside him, dumbfounded.
A six-year-old who had picked up a hammer for the first time that very day had actually forged hundred refinement metal?
If word got out, the entire blacksmithing world would go mad!
Lu Guan let out a long breath and dismissed his martial soul.
His four extra arms retracted into his body, and his four eyes returned to an ordinary pair.
He set down his hammers, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and turned to Mu Chen.
"Thank you for your guidance."
Mu Chen looked at the hundred refinement pig iron on the forging table, then at Lu Guan, unprecedented fervor flaring in his eyes.
A genius?
No, this was a freak of nature!
Six hands forging in concert-with talent and comprehension like that, he had practically been born to forge!
Mu Chen drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his excitement.
"What's your name?"
"Lu Guan."
"Good, Lu Guan." Mu Chen stared at him. "I am Mu Chen, president of the Eastsea City Blacksmith Association. Would you be willing to become my disciple?"
Lin Mu sucked in a sharp breath beside them.
The president was taking a disciple?
Mu Chen was an eighth-rank Saint Craftsman, the highest authority in the Eastsea City Blacksmith Association.
And he was actually offering to take a disciple himself?
Lu Guan looked at Mu Chen, quickly running through the plot in his head.
Mu Chen, an eighth-rank Saint Craftsman and Zhen Hua's junior brother.
Becoming his disciple would not only grant him access to the finest forging resources, but also let him swagger unchallenged through Eastsea City.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Guan stepped back, cupped his fists, and bowed deeply.
"Your disciple, Lu Guan, greets you, Master."
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Crisp hammer blows echoed through the private forging room on the top floor.
Mu Chen stood to one side with his hands behind his back, watching the shirtless Lu Guan swing all six arms, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.
Over the past few days, he had felt as though a lifetime's knowledge of forging had been pinned to the ground and dragged through the dirt.
Other people relied on time and insight to forge; this kid relied purely on saturation bombardment!
Time flew.
In the blink of an eye, the school term began.
A sea of heads crowded outside the Eastsea Junior Soul Master Academy.
With a large bag slung over his shoulder, Lu Beixuan followed right behind Lu Guan, chattering incessantly.
"Son, don't cause trouble at school, but if someone bullies you, don't be afraid of trouble either! We Lus don't start trouble, but we don't fear it!"
"And that martial soul of yours... keep it tucked away most of the time. Don't keep letting it out. It's pretty scary."
Lu Guan picked at his ear.
"Dad, you've said that eight hundred times already. Head back. I can go in myself."
Lu Beixuan handed Lu Guan the bag, then pressed a stack of Federation currency into his hands.
"Take this. Buy whatever you want to eat. Don't let yourself go without. The clothes your mom specially altered for you are all in the bag. She left zippers under the arms and across the back so you can summon those extra hands and wings."
Warmth filled Lu Guan's heart. He nodded and walked through the academy gates with the bag on his back.
First year, Class One.
This was the elite class of the Eastsea Junior Soul Master Academy. Anyone admitted to it had innate soul power of at least level five.
Lu Guan casually chose a seat by the window in the back row.
Before long, a young male teacher wearing glasses entered.
He placed his teaching materials on the lectern and clapped his hands.
"Hello, everyone. I'm your homeroom teacher, Lin Feng."
"The fact that you're sitting in this classroom means you're all outstanding among your peers."
"This is our first lesson of the term, and we won't be covering theory."
Lin Feng pointed to the open space beside the lectern.
"Come up one at a time, introduce yourselves, and then release your martial souls so your teacher and classmates can get to know you."
The classroom immediately buzzed with excitement.
These children had only recently awakened their martial souls and were at an age when they loved showing off.
The first to go up was a little girl with a ponytail.
"My name is Su Ling. My martial soul is the Spirit Feather Bird, and my innate soul power is level six."
The little girl raised her hand, and the phantom of a small bird radiating white light appeared in her palm.
A chorus of gasps rose from below.
"Not bad. A promising seedling for the agility attack system." Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction. "Next."
A chubby boy swaggered up to the lectern next.
"My name is Wang Daxiong! My martial soul is the Mighty Ironclad Bear! My innate soul power is level seven!"
The boy roared, his body growing taller as a thick layer of hardened skin appeared over its surface.
"Good! A power attack system martial soul with great potential." Lin Feng led the applause.
It was Lu Guan's turn.
Lu Guan stood and slowly walked to the front.
Every gaze in the class focused on him.
Lu Guan had handsome, delicate features, and swinging hammers to forge iron every day lately had made him considerably sturdier than other children his age. He looked full of vigor.
"My name is Lu Guan."
Lu Guan paused. "Innate full soul power."
The classroom instantly fell silent.
Without wasting words, Lu Guan directly activated the soul power within his body.
Dark red light rose from beneath his feet.
Immediately afterward, a yellow hundred-year soul ring appeared beneath him, pulsing slowly.
Then the flesh in the center of Lu Guan's forehead abruptly split open, and two dark, fathomless eyes snapped open.
Rrrip.
Lu Guan reached up and opened the concealed zippers beneath the arms of his shirt.
Four powerful arms burst out below his elbow joints, their dusky blue muscles knotted and bulging.
The back of his shirt was pushed open as well.
A pair of dark red bone wings unfurled, their edges razor-sharp and their surfaces covered in black markings.
Four eyes.
Six hands.
Two wings.
The war lord demon body was fully unleashed.
A savage, ferocious aura instantly swept through the entire classroom.
Several little girls in the front row immediately burst into tears with loud wails.
Wang Daxiong was so frightened that he fell flat on his backside, trembling all over.
Lin Feng stumbled back three steps, his back slamming into the blackboard as he instinctively summoned his own martial soul.
Lu Guan looked at the chaos below the lectern and sighed.
Just as expected.
He withdrew his soul power.
The bone wings retracted into his body, his four extra arms swiftly vanished, and the eyes on his forehead closed, restoring his ordinary human appearance.
Only the little girls' sobs remained in the classroom.
"Teacher, I'm done with my demonstration. Can I go back now?" Lu Guan asked.
Lin Feng swallowed and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Yes... go ahead."
Lu Guan returned to his seat and sat down.
The classmates around him immediately shuffled away, terrified of getting anywhere near him.
The lesson ended amid a strange atmosphere.
The moment the bell rang, Lin Feng fled the classroom as though making an escape.
Lu Guan sat in his seat, leafing through his textbook.
Bang!
A chubby hand slammed down on Lu Guan's desk.
Lu Guan raised his head.
It was Wang Daxiong, the boy whose martial soul was the Mighty Ironclad Bear.
Two little lackeys stood behind Wang Daxiong.
"Hey, innate full soul power." Wang Daxiong raised his chin, looking down at Lu Guan.
"Need something?" Lu Guan closed his book.
"What kind of lousy martial soul is that? You look like a monster. Ugly as hell!" Wang Daxiong mocked loudly.
His two lackeys immediately joined in.
"Yeah! You've got six hands. You're a monster, aren't you?"
"And wings too. So disgusting!"
The other students in the classroom turned to look as well, pointing and whispering about Lu Guan.
Lu Guan froze.
He genuinely froze.
A question mark slowly appeared over his forehead.
Wait.
Do these kids have paste for brains?
I made myself perfectly clear up there just now, didn't I?
Innate full soul power.
One-Ring Soul Master.
A hundred-year soul ring.
Put those three terms together, and you've got an invincible stat sheet that lets you swagger unchallenged through a junior academy.
This damn fatty is a level-seven rookie without even a soul ring. Where did he get the nerve to come provoke me?
And he's calling me a monster? Have you seen "749"? Do you even know what a monster is?
Looking at Wang Daxiong's arrogant, pudgy face, Lu Guan suddenly felt a surge of heartfelt respect.
Neither pity the weak nor fear the strong.
You know perfectly well that I have innate full soul power, yet you still bravely dare to bully me.
Fatty, I acknowledge your will of conquest!
Before you continue