“It’s done… it’s actually done! Hahahaha!” Saint Craftsman Mu Chen looked at the two pieces of metal on the table that were full of emotion and even breathing slightly on their own; his old face was flushed with excitement.
With these two materials, he, who had been suppressed by Divine Smith Zhen Hua his entire life, could finally hold his head high.
That’s right, this was his goal.
People have to fight for their pride while they’re alive; if the desire to show off isn’t satisfied, then what’s the point of living?
“Hmph, I can’t learn Heaven Forging, but can you learn this?” Saint Craftsman Mu Chen laughed foolishly.
“Uncle, what are you talking about?”
“Nothing, nothing…”
Realizing he had lost his composure, he hurriedly restrained his smile.
Just as Saint Craftsman Mu Chen was preparing to drag Mo Fan off for a grand celebration, his communicator suddenly rang.
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen answered subconsciously: “Chairman, that little guy you’ve been keeping an eye on, the one named Tang Wulin, came today to apply for the Level 3 Thousand Refinement Grandmaster assessment test.”
“Oh? This little guy has already reached this step?” Saint Craftsman Mu Chen calmed down from his extreme excitement, a flash of gratification appearing in his eyes.
A double joy!
First there was a monster like Mo Fan who defied all logic, and now there’s a normal forging genius like Tang Wulin; the forging World is about to flourish!
“Mo Fan, do you want to go take a look together? Come to think of it, this little guy is in the same school and same year as you, though his Soul Power is a bit lacking,” Saint Craftsman Mu Chen said.
“Oh?” Mo Fan was suddenly interested.
In the same year as him?
That would make him nine years old, right?
Mu Xi was 14 and had only barely completed Hundred Refinements; what would a nine-year-old Thousand Refinement look like without cheating?
“Then let’s go together.”
The assessment room was located on the third floor of the Blacksmiths Association.
Along the way, Saint Craftsman Mu Chen adjusted his breathing, regaining his usual dignity.
“This little guy’s Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, but he has innate divine force and extremely high comprehension in the path of forging. Even more rare is his steady temperament; he can endure loneliness,” Saint Craftsman Mu Chen introduced to Mo Fan beside him as they walked.
“When he came to the association to complete the Hundred Refinements test earlier, his performance was quite stunning. I didn’t expect that in just three short months, he would actually be applying for the Level 3 Thousand Refinement Grandmaster assessment.”
Speaking of this, Saint Craftsman Mu Chen patted Mo Fan on the shoulder and sighed: “Although he can’t compare to a freak like you, a nine-year-old Thousand Refinement Grandmaster is a one-of-a-kind existence in the history of the entire continent. Your generation really doesn’t leave any room for others to live.”
Pushing open the thick soundproof door of the assessment room, a wave of scorching metal energy rushed toward them.
Inside the spacious room, Cen Yue was standing to the side with his hands behind his back, while in front of the assessment table, a slim, black-haired youth stood straight and quiet.
It was none other than Tang Wulin.
“Chairman.” Seeing Saint Craftsman Mu Chen enter, Cen Yue immediately bowed slightly in greeting.
“Hello, Chairman.”
However, when Tang Wulin’s gaze swept over to Mo Fan behind Saint Craftsman Mu Chen, his clear, large eyes suddenly widened, and he froze in place instantly.
“Mo, Mo Fan classmate!” Tang Wulin exclaimed in shock.
He never expected to see this school’s Big Demon King, who had been missing for three months, here.
“Yo, it really seems we are schoolmates.”
Mo Fan sized up the youth in front of him.
For some reason, when he got close to him, he felt a wave of heat, and a sensation of his blood boiling.
“I heard you’re taking the Level 3 Thousand Refinement exam? Don’t be nervous, the uncle brought me here to join in the fun. Start your performance.”
“Yes.”
Tang Wulin took a deep breath and refocused his attention on the forging table in front of him.
The material he was using for his assessment today was Sinking Silver.
“Hoo…”
As a pair of Thousand Refinement Sinking Silver hammers came into his hands, the youth’s eyes instantly became focused.
As he exerted force with both arms, the Sinking Silver hammers smashed down ferociously!
“Dang!! Dang!! Dang!!”
The sound of metal colliding rang throughout the assessment room.
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen and Cen Yue’s eyes brightened simultaneously; this was the Overlapping Hammer technique!
But Mo Fan, who was standing behind, had no expression.
However, as Tang Wulin continued to swing the heavy hammers, a scorching wave of energy, which outsiders could not detect at all, kept sweeping toward Mo Fan.
That was not Soul Power, nor was it mental force; it was a form of blood energy so strong it reached the extreme, like that of a peerless great demon!
Mo Fan only felt the blood in his body instantly surge wildly like boiling water, and an inexplicable irritability and heat exploded from the depths of his bone marrow.
“What’s going on… this kid is definitely not right! Could he be a demon in human form?”
Mo Fan gritted his teeth tightly, his hands clenched in his pockets.
What shocked him even more was that while Tang Wulin was in the midst of extremely focused forging, a faint golden light was vaguely radiating from behind him.
Although the golden light was weak, it carried a supreme, heaven-defying pressure, as if it wanted to trample all the laws of the surroundings under its feet!
The violent momentum kept impacting Mo Fan’s perception.
Just when he felt he was about to be unable to suppress the rioting blood in his body.
“Weng!!”
On Mo Fan’s forehead, a faint sacred cyan mark lit up eerily!
A wave of pure, supremely sacred, cool energy instantly traveled through Mo Fan’s entire body, forcefully soothing that heat and violent blood pressure.
Mo Fan’s body shook violently, and a stormy sea was instantly stirred up in his eyes!
“little loach… no, the Sacred Totem Azure Dragon mark!”
Mo Fan pressed tightly against the soul-cultivating magic tool on his chest, his heart beating violently.
This was definitely not the effect of this spirit tool; it was the origin aura of that Azure Dragon from his past life, the sacred majesty of the head of totems!
It hadn’t disappeared; it had truly followed him across to this World of Martial Souls in some incomprehensible form!
Just as Mo Fan’s heart was in turmoil, Tang Wulin in front of the assessment table had already entered the final stage.
“Dang————!!”
The final hammer fell, and the original volume of the Sinking Silver had been compressed by a full third!
Yet there was no sign of it collapsing at all.
Thousand Refinement Sinking Silver, complete!
A nine-year-old Level 3 Thousand Refinement Grandmaster!
“Good! Good!” Saint Craftsman Mu Chen couldn’t help but clap and laugh, his eyes filled with ecstasy.
Tang Wulin wiped the sweat from his forehead; his face was a little pale.
Although he had successfully completed the assessment, his eyes revealed an undisguisable anxiety and urgency.
He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and bowed respectfully to Saint Craftsman Mu Chen: “Chairman… I came to take the Thousand Refinement Grandmaster exam today not only for the rating, but I actually have a presumptuous request. I would like to… apply for a loan from the association.”
“Oh, why are you in such a rush to use money?”
Subsequently, Tang Wulin stated that he needed to become stronger and required Century-old Ice Crystal Fruit, Century-old Red Flame Fruit, and Century-old Dragon-type blood.
After some questioning, Saint Craftsman Mu Chen, seeing that he was determined to get them, gave them to him directly.
“Thank you, Chairman!”
Tang Wulin took the box of spiritual items handed over by Cen Yue as if it were a precious treasure, thanking Saint Craftsman Mu Chen profusely once again.
With these, he would be able to attempt to break through the first Golden Dragon King seal tonight.
“Alright, Wulin. You just completed Thousand Refinement and have expended a lot of energy, go back and rest first,” Saint Craftsman Mu Chen said, smiling as he patted his shoulder.
“Yes, Chairman, then I’ll return to school first.” Tang Wulin held the box tightly, turned his head to look at Mo Fan, and asked somewhat awkwardly, “Mo Fan classmate… will you be participating in the class promotion tournament?”
“What is a class promotion tournament?”
Tang Wulin was stunned.
‘Damn, I met someone even dumber than me.’ He hurriedly said: “Nothing, it’s just a school competition; with Mo Fan classmate’s strength, you probably don’t need to participate.”
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