“Mo Fan, you listen to me carefully!”
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen stared at him intensely, his eyes more serious than ever before: “Starting tomorrow—no, starting tonight! You must come to my private forging room every day and learn forging with me for two hours! Not a single minute less!”
“Huh?” Mo Fan’s expression changed, and he said with some resistance, “Uncle, two hours will really affect my cultivation. A single session of seclusion takes me at least ten days. Besides, I haven’t planned on taking you as a master yet…”
“Who said you absolutely have to take me as a master?!”
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen interrupted him directly: “It’s fine if you don’t take me as a master! I, Saint Craftsman Mu Chen, won’t take you as a disciple. You can just treat me as a lecturer at the academy. As long as you are willing to come, you can call me whatever you want, and I won’t ask for a single cent of tuition!”
If other Forgemasters heard this, their worldviews would probably be shattered.
A dignified Saint Craftsman and president of the Blacksmiths Association was actively begging a nine-year-old brat to accept his full teachings.
It had even reached the point of being humble enough to forgo the master-disciple relationship; this was simply magical.
But Saint Craftsman Mu Chen couldn’t care about the face of a Saint Craftsman right now.
He only knew that if he didn’t pull Mo Fan, this stubborn donkey, back onto the right path, he would wake up from anger even in his sleep.
“Besides, aren’t you trying to save money?”
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen snorted, waved his hand with the confidence of the wealthy, and pointed to the rack behind him filled with various rare ores: “As long as you come for two full hours every day, all the rare metals on this top floor will be provided to you for practice without limit! No matter how much you use, the Blacksmiths Association will reimburse it in full!”
“Is that true?!”
Mo Fan’s eyes lit up.
His dark face, which had previously been resisting overtime, instantly cleared up.
“A word once spoken cannot be retracted.” Saint Craftsman Mu Chen said helplessly, “I just hope you can put some heart into forging. In the entire World, there is only one Divine Craftsman to this day. The forging World really needs a genius.”
“Deal!”
Mo Fan agreed so decisively.
Free rare metals!
Unlimited supply!
He even had an eighth-level Saint Craftsman as a free, full-time bodyguard and mentor.
Only a fool would refuse.
“With that speed of changing your face, you wouldn’t go hungry if you became an actor.”
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen shook his head, unable to laugh or cry, and with a casual wave, summoned a Thousand Refinement refined steel hammer, pointing to the metal rack.
“Go pick a piece of metal you are most familiar with. I will teach you how to perform Thousand Refinement right now.”
Mo Fan put away his smile, walked over, and picked a piece of refined gold.
This stuff had the best Soul Power conductivity and moderate hardness, making it the top choice for practicing inscription.
“Refined gold is considered a high-grade item among rare metals and is extremely difficult to refine. Are you sure you want to choose this?” Saint Craftsman Mu Chen asked. Follow the newest chapters on novelping.com.
“Let’s go with this one.” Mo Fan nodded.
“Good.”
“So-called Thousand Refinement is by no means as simple as hammering a thousand times. Instead, it involves purification and compression through continuous forging, reducing its volume while increasing its density, until it sublimates!”
“This is Thousand Refinement!”
“Clang!!!!!”
As Saint Craftsman Mu Chen spoke, the Thousand Refinement refined steel hammer in his hand came down, striking the glowing refined gold squarely, causing it to deform immediately.
In order to teach Mo Fan effectively, he deliberately suppressed his strength and used the Thousand Refinement refined steel hammer.
Otherwise, with his strength, it would have reached Hundred Refinements in one or two hammers, and Thousand Refinement wouldn’t take long either.
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen explained while forging.
“The reason why Thousand Refinement metal can undergo a qualitative change is because it becomes tainted with the aura of Soul Power, thereby becoming extraordinary. Just like ordinary animals and plants, after being tainted with the aura of Soul Power for a long time, they will become Soul Beasts.”
“Clang!!! Clang!!! Clang!!!”
Before he knew it, Hundred Refinements were achieved, and Thousand Refinement was already more than halfway done.
“Thousand Refinement is also known as Spiritual forging. Every Forgemaster has a different Martial Soul, different Soul Power attributes, and different insights into Thousand Refinement, but without exception, it is about awakening the life of the metal. With every hammer fall, Soul Power is imprinted into every microscopic particle of the metal through the forging hammer. When the metal breathes at a certain moment, that is the gateway to Thousand Refinement!”
“Hum!!!!”
A flash of bright golden radiance shot up into the sky!
Thousand Refinement refined gold, complete!
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen put away the forging hammer and pointed to another piece of crimson refined gold, his eyes full of expectation: “What I just demonstrated is the most basic method of Thousand Refinement. The internal structure of refined gold is complex, but your mental force is high, so there shouldn’t be any problem. Don’t rush; try a few hammers first to get a feel for it.”
“Uncle, then here I go.”
Mo Fan took a step to the forging table and gripped the Thousand Refinement refined steel hammer backhanded.
The moment his fingers touched the hammer handle, silver light lit up in his eyes, and a transparent silver star map quietly illuminated.
“Space Perception: Microscopic Investigation.”
“Hum!”
In the Spiritual dimension that no one could detect, a circle of hidden spatial ripples instantly enveloped the entire piece of refined gold.
With the assistance of this magic, the intricate metal molecular structure inside the refined gold, the free impurity nodes, and even the smallest texture cracks instantly transformed into a holographic 3D image in Mo Fan’s mind. This story is hosted at novelping dot com.
It was precisely because of this near-cheating method that his forging was so simple.
“Clang——!!”
The first hammer fell, the landing point incredibly precise, directly shattering the largest impurity inside the refined gold.
Immediately after, the dense sound of iron hammering connected into one piece.
Mo Fan didn’t need to perceive slowly like others; Space Perception was the best scanner, guiding his every hammer.
In just two minutes!
Under his extremely skilled hammer handling, the volume of the piece of refined gold suddenly shrank, and a layer of extremely pure bright golden luster appeared on the surface.
Hundred Refinements achieved!
“Good lad, this purification speed…” Saint Craftsman Mu Chen on the side was amazed.
This kind of efficiency was simply a monster.
However, after Hundred Refinements came the real test.
Mo Fan calmed his heart, his right arm creating heavy afterimages, bombarding the refined gold with a thunderous dong dong dong.
Two hundred hammers, four hundred hammers, six hundred hammers…
As the number of hammer strikes continued to stack up, the density of the refined gold had reached the absolute limit of Hundred Refinements, but the metal sublimation phenomenon that Saint Craftsman Mu Chen had anticipated was slow to appear.
“Not right, something is not right.” Mo Fan’s brows were tightly locked.
Although the force in his hands hadn’t been chaotic, he was muttering in his heart.
No matter how perfectly he used Space Magic to arrange the structure of this piece of metal, or how highly he compressed its density, it just didn’t have the feeling of breathing that Saint Craftsman Mu Chen had mentioned.
Without breathing, it couldn’t undergo a qualitative change, and this wasn’t Thousand Refinement.
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen’s originally fervent eyes gradually sank, and his brows twisted into a dead knot.
How could this be?
This kid’s forging was absolutely flawless; even the purity of his Hundred Refinements could be called shocking.
But why, when it came to the step of Thousand Refinement, was he completely unable to impart the slightest bit of spirituality to the metal?
Could it be… that he had unparalleled monstrous strength and technique, but was naturally lacking the aptitude to communicate with metal?
Seeing that Mo Fan had already struck nearly a thousand hammers, the refined gold was already faintly unable to withstand this pure brute force, showing signs of imminent collapse.
“Hoo…”
Just at the moment Saint Craftsman Mu Chen was about to open his mouth to call a stop, Mo Fan suddenly realized something.