I Pick Up Fragments on Douluo Continent: Chaotic Cape

"Yeah, I do need a batch of new arrowheads." Lu Feng answered casually.

Seeing Tang San's awkward demeanor, Lu Feng could not help finding it amusing. Tang San was a transmigrator, after all. How could he lack even this much psychological resilience?

Lu Feng ignored Tang San and turned to Tang Hao. "Say, Blacksmith Tang, you're supposedly our village's number one blacksmith. How did you still get taken in?"

"Hm?" Tang Hao was immediately confused.

"Lu Feng, what do you mean?"

Lu Feng took several broken arrows from his pocket and held them out before Tang Hao. "These are the arrowheads you made for me before, right? Take a look. Aren't these made from inferior materials?"

"The last time I ran into a wild boar, I shot it right in the head. Yet it was still alive and kicking, then charged straight at me."

As he spoke, Lu Feng pointed at the half pig head on the table. "There. That's it."

Hearing this, Tang Hao picked up Lu Feng's arrowhead and examined it carefully.

As one of the three great master craftsmen of the age, Tang Hao's forging skills were far inferior to those of the other two. To him, that title was more honorary than anything else.

However, that did not mean his forging skills were poor.

"This is scrap iron. Forget forging arrowheads with it—it isn't even good enough for farming tools." Tang Hao spoke slowly.

After saying that, Tang Hao glanced at Tang San.

Meeting Tang Hao's gaze, Tang San immediately felt as though he were sitting on pins and needles, his face flushing red at once.

Seeing this, Tang Hao immediately understood roughly what had happened.

With Tang San's forging skill, there was no way he could not recognize scrap iron. He had most likely deliberately cut corners on materials to make his little gadgets, passing off inferior goods as quality ones.

Looks like Little San still has a lot to learn. Tang Hao thought to himself.

"That damned Blacksmith Zhang actually dared sell me inferior materials. Hahaha, kid Feng, I misjudged this time. Later, I'll personally forge you a batch of fine arrowheads." Tang Hao said heartily.

"Come on, Little San, give me the hammer!"

As he spoke, Tang Hao walked over to the forge and took the hammer from Tang San's hand.

"Lu Feng, I won't charge you for this batch. Consider it compensation."

When Tang San saw his father apologizing on his behalf, his eyes immediately reddened. Having lived two lives, this was the first time he had felt a father's love so clearly.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A rapid series of hammer blows rang out.

As he forged, Tang Hao taught Tang San the techniques of blacksmithing, not avoiding Lu Feng despite him being an outsider.

After all, on Douluo Continent, blacksmiths held a rather low status.

"Little San, remember this. If a person wants to unleash all his strength, it must be the result of his calves and heart working together."

"Watch!" Tang Hao gave the forging hammer in his hand a slight push and let out a low shout.

His body turned halfway, his feet gripping the ground tightly. The two calves exposed beneath his tattered pant legs instantly tensed, and his whole body resembled a fierce tiger poised to strike.

His legs exerted force, his waist twisted back, and the forging hammer had already been drawn back through an invisible motion.

Clang!

With a deafening crash, the red-hot iron block caved in by nearly a third, its deformation extremely obvious.

"Nice!"

Watching Tang Hao's forging technique, Lu Feng could not help cheering as well.

This method of exerting force was not limited to forging. It could also be used in battle.

A string of light clusters flashed past:

Picked up Yellow Forging Skill Fragment ×1

Picked up Yellow Forging Skill Fragment ×1

Picked up Yellow Forging Skill Fragment ×1

With a thought, Lu Feng synthesized the Forging Skill. Thanks to Tang Hao's exquisite technique, the synthesized Forging Skill was directly Yellow Quality.

Lu Feng then broke down the surplus Forging fragments into Skill Light Points, saving them for future upgrades.

Fragments could not be upgraded before they were synthesized.

After synthesizing a complete cultivation method, skill, martial soul, or item, one could use fragments of the "same type" to upgrade it.

Cultivation methods could only be upgraded with Cultivation Light Points.

Martial souls could only be upgraded with Martial Soul Light Points.

Furthermore, higher-quality light points could upgrade lower-quality skills.

Back then, Lu Feng had spent a full hundred White Skill Light Points to upgrade Hunting from White Quality to Yellow Quality.

If Lu Feng wished, he could spend ten Yellow Skill Light Points right now to upgrade his White Quality Farming skill to Yellow Quality.

Perhaps because of Lu Feng's praise, Tang Hao grew more energized with every strike.

Just as the hammer rebounded from the counterforce, Tang Hao suddenly turned around, once again exerting force through his calves. He had already swung up the rebounding hammer, sending it in a circle through the air.

Clang! Another deafening crash rang out.

Not only was this strike incredibly fast, it was even more powerful than the first.

The hammer rebounded high into the air, Tang Hao's movements perfectly matching the hammer's rise.

Neither too early nor too late, just as the hammer was about to reach its highest point, Tang Hao's body drove the hammer through a full rotation before smashing it down again.

Lu Feng's eyes immediately lit up. This was clearly a method of borrowing force to exert force.

At the same time, a deep purple light cluster dropped down:

Picked up Purple Quality Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique Fragment ×1 (1/10)

"Put these away. The materials for this batch of arrowheads are all high-quality refined iron."

Tang Hao wrapped the arrowheads in burlap and handed them to Lu Feng.

"Blacksmith Tang truly lives up to being Holy Soul Village's Number One Blacksmith. Your skill is first-rate!"

As he spoke, Lu Feng gave Tang Hao a thumbs-up.

"Hahaha, get out of here! I've taken a huge loss this time." Tang Hao laughed loudly.

Lu Feng did not linger any longer. After thanking Tang Hao, he turned and left the blacksmith shop.

This trip had been truly fruitful!

However, he had not gone far when he suddenly heard Tang San crying out behind him.

Lu Feng turned back and saw that the blacksmith shop's door had somehow already been shut.

Chaotic Cape

"It isn't even raining." Lu Feng looked at the rising sun in confusion.

Whatever. Beating a child on a sunny day was as good a way as any to pass the time.

Over the following days, Lu Feng no longer went into the mountains to hunt. There were only three months left until Junior Academy began, and Lu Feng had no intention of wasting any time.

On Douluo Continent, all pursuits were lowly save for becoming a soul master. Lu Feng would not neglect the essential for the trivial.

Besides, Lu Feng had picked up quite a few Gold Soul Coin fragments over the years, more than a hundred in total. With his current wealth, it would not be excessive to call him the richest man in Holy Soul Village.

It was worth mentioning that Gold Soul Coins could not have their quality upgraded.

In a small grove.

Crack!

The Firewood Chopper in Lu Feng's hand came straight down, severing a thick tree branch with a single slash.

The branch was as thick as Lu Feng's waist. If it were an ordinary adult using a saw, it would probably take several minutes to cut through it.

"The Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique borrows force to amplify force. Every attack is a little stronger than the last. Even when used with a Firewood Chopper, its power has not weakened much. It truly deserves its Purple Quality!"

Lu Feng looked at the thick branch before him and secretly rejoiced.

The power of that slash should rival a soul master's first soul skill, right?

After wiping away his sweat, Lu Feng continued practicing his blade technique.

What Lu Feng did not know was that a pair of eyes was watching him closely from the shadows.

"One hundred eighty. One hundred ninety. Two hundred."

Tang Hao silently counted the number of times Lu Feng swung his blade.

A Firewood Chopper was several times lighter than a forging hammer, so naturally it was much easier to swing.

However, the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique emphasized momentum rather than raw strength. At its core, it relied on skillful force. No matter what weapon was used, it would eventually draw the enemy into one's own momentum.

As one side waned and the other waxed, the final strike would be fatal!

The prerequisite was stability!

Before the momentum could gather, one had to stand firm amid raging waves.

That was extremely difficult!

Just like forging, the force of every hammer strike rebounded onto the blacksmith. While tempering raw iron, one also tempered oneself.

Tang Hao was already a Title Douluo and had mastered the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique, so he naturally understood the difficulty involved.

"This kid actually managed to learn something from it!"

Over the past few days, Lu Feng had visited the blacksmith shop every so often to mooch off lessons. Tang Hao had long noticed something unusual.

However, he did not care much.

Chaotic Cape itself was a common hammer technique. Even the lowest-ranking blacksmiths knew its name, so there was nothing worth concealing.

Any ordinary soul master would understand its principle at a glance. Was it not simply borrowing force to exert force?

However, understanding the principle was one thing. Being able to learn it was another.

Moreover, among all martial souls on the continent, the Clear Sky Hammer ranked among the very best in terms of strength. It possessed a natural advantage when performing the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique.

The Clear Sky Sect was more than happy for everyone to learn Chaotic Cape, turning all battles into head-on clashes.

"Still, this kid's talent is even greater than Little San's!"

"Little San may possess innate divine strength and Innate Full Soul Power, but his control over his strength is too scattered. Every hammer strike wastes at least thirty percent of its power."

Tang Hao narrowed his eyes and carefully observed every detail of Lu Feng's movements.

He had only one evaluation for Lu Feng: stable!

The force behind every slash, his control over his body—everything was perfectly measured!

The farther he went, the more so it became!

"Most importantly, this kid learned it by secretly watching. He even learned it unconsciously."

The more Tang Hao watched, the more shocked he became.

This meant Lu Feng possessed unparalleled comprehension and control over every muscle in his body!

A natural blacksmith!

No, a natural soul master!

"Could it be because of his martial soul? Little San said Lu Feng's martial soul is his body, a Body Martial Soul."

Tang Hao's gaze flickered as his eyes fell on Lu Feng.

He seemed to see Lu Feng's heart beating.

Thump, thump, thump. Streams of blood surged forth, like a source of primal power.

His feet were rooted in the earth like tree roots. The force gushing from his heart seemed to transform into a current of energy, rising from the ground and growing through his calves.

It then passed into his thighs, flowed through his waist, spine, and arms, and finally gathered in the Firewood Chopper gripped in his hand.

Crack!

A near-perfect strike slashed into a tree trunk as thick as an adult's waist.