“Boss, for the extra money, please also make some easily breakable replacement parts for us—attack rings, weight rings, defense rings, that sort of thing.
Make extra of each.”
“In short, just use up a full gold soul coin’s worth of materials and labor.”
The owner took the still-warm gold coin, his face beaming: “You got it!
No problem!
Come back in three days to pick up your order!”
“Thank you, Boss!”
Wang Teng and Wang Sheng said in unison, turned, and walked out.
Behind them came the owner’s hearty voice: “Take care, you two!
Remember to come back in three days!”
Stepping out of the blacksmith shop, the afternoon sunlight was a bit dazzling.
Wang Sheng looked at his younger brother, who was about his own height, and couldn’t help asking again, “Little brother, can this really work?
One gold soul coin…
that’s everything we have.”
Wang Teng looked up, squinting toward the end of the street where Notting Academy stood, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth: “Big Brother, don’t worry.”
“Once these spinning tops reach the academy…
the real show is just beginning.”
At this moment, Wang Teng could already see those spinning metal tops colliding and whirling across the playground, students gathered around cheering, bets piling up on tables.
And he and his brother Wang Sheng would be the coolest bookmakers behind it all.
It would take three days to forge the spinning tops, so after leaving the blacksmith shop, Wang Teng and Wang Sheng headed straight back to the academy.
Over the next three days, the brothers continued their studies and life at Notting Academy.
Each morning, as usual, there were theory classes.
But Wang Teng didn’t follow the teacher’s pace—instead, he focused on studying the materials borrowed from Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang.
He devoured information on the characteristics, habits, and distributions of various soul beasts, flipping through the thick tome again and again, filling notebooks with dense annotations.
Every afternoon, without fail, came training and work.
Wang Teng would go to the garden by the playground—his assigned cleaning area as a work-study student, and also his chosen training ground.
In the afternoon, after sweeping the fallen leaves, Wang Teng would begin his high-intensity physical training.
Running, weight-bearing exercises, striking trees, repeatedly practicing various foundational movements…
He pushed himself until his clothes were soaked with sweat and his limbs trembled before stopping.
Hours of intense training left him exhausted every evening by the time he returned to the dormitory.
At night, Wang Teng continued his usual routine: first meditating, trying to sense and guide his soul power circulation, until his mind could no longer hold out, then collapsing into sleep.
The days passed in this state of extreme fulfillment (or perhaps extreme exhaustion).
Three days went by in a flash.
Besides his own cultivation, Wang Teng kept a close eye on the “winds” blowing through the academy.
Especially the dynamics between the work-study students’ big sister Xiao Wu and the regular students’ leader Xiao Chenyu.
Things developed much as he had anticipated.
Over these three days, Xiao Wu and Xiao Chenyu had fought three times, and each time ended in Xiao Chenyu’s crushing defeat.
By the end, Xiao Chenyu had even started avoiding Xiao Wu whenever possible.
This development only strengthened Wang Teng’s confidence in his “promote spinning tops, organize betting matches” plan.
At noon on the fourth day, as soon as the final class bell rang, Wang Teng didn’t even bother with lunch.
He grabbed Wang Sheng and rushed out of the academy, jogging all the way to the blacksmith shop.
“Boss!
Are our spinning tops ready?”
His clear voice carried in before he even entered.
He pushed aside the heavy curtain and strode in with a gust of wind.
Wang Sheng followed close behind.
“Haha, my young customers are here!”
The blacksmith owner emerged from the back room upon hearing their voices, his face wreathed in smiles.
“All the spinning tops you ordered are finished, just waiting for you to inspect them!”
He turned and, with some effort, hauled a heavy wooden box out from behind the counter.
The box was about half a meter square and thirty centimeters high, looking quite weighty.
“Thump!”
The box landed solidly on the floor before the brothers.
“Whew, this thing’s no light load.”
The owner straightened up, rubbing his back.
“You two probably can’t carry this back on your own, but don’t worry—I’ve already arranged for my apprentices to help you deliver it.”
As he spoke, he deftly flipped open the lid.
Instantly, a cold metallic gleam met Wang Teng’s eyes.
Neatly arranged inside the box were three colors of metal spinning tops—red, blue, and green—their colors distinct, gleaming enticingly in the forge’s firelight.
The red tops were shaped like birds with outstretched wings, their lines sleek and sharp—the “Blazing Phoenix Spinning Top.”
The blue tops had a fierce, tiger-like form—the “Blast Tiger Spinning Top.”
The green tops were heavy and solid, like armored warriors—the “Aurora Armor Spinning Top.”
These three types perfectly represented three different styles: endurance, attack, and defense.
Each type was further divided into three tiers.
The Basic models were plain but solidly made.
The Battle models had more refined details and a heavier feel.
The Premium models not only used superior materials but also featured delicate engraved patterns, with polished and inlaid decorations on key parts, giving them a luxurious appearance.
In addition, the box contained neatly arranged spare parts.
Attack rings of various shapes, weight rings of different masses, various tips…
Looking at these exquisite spinning tops, transformed from blueprints into reality, a wonderful sense of emotion welled up in Wang Teng’s heart.
He crouched down and gently ran his fingers over the cool metal surface—the familiar touch seemed to instantly transport him back to memories from another time and space.
“Wow…
these are the finished spinning tops!”
Wang Sheng crouched beside him, eyes shining with admiration.
“They’re beautiful!
These are definitely going to sell!”
Most of his earlier doubts had been dispelled by the quality of the finished products before him.
Now, Wang Sheng felt full of confidence.
“My young customers, are you satisfied?”
The owner stroked his beard, smiling warmly, a hint of pride in his voice.
“Excellent!”
Wang Teng stood up and praised sincerely.
“Even better than I imagined—perfect, in fact.”
“Haha, you flatter me.”
The owner waved his hand modestly, but the smile in his eyes deepened.
“Then please, Boss, have someone deliver this box to Notting Academy for us now.”
Wang Teng said, preparing to leave with Wang Sheng.
“Please wait a moment, young customer.”
The owner called them back.
Wang Teng turned, a puzzled look on his face: “Is there something else?”
The owner rubbed his hands together, looking somewhat embarrassed.
“Well…
I have an impertinent request.”
“Would you be willing to sell me the blueprints for these three types of spinning tops?”
“I’d like to sell them in cities beyond Notting City.”
The owner explained, a bit sheepishly.
Wang Teng raised an eyebrow and looked at Wang Sheng.
Wang Sheng was looking back at him, both brothers’ eyes filled with surprise and anticipation.
Who would have thought the blueprints would earn money before the spinning tops even started selling?
“Alright,” Wang Teng nodded.
“What price are you offering?”
The owner pondered for a moment, initially holding up three fingers.
But then he noticed that though the two brothers wore ordinary clothes, their eyes were clear and bright, their bearing composed and steady—far from ordinary children.
So he added two more fingers: “Well…
how about five gold soul coins?”
“Originally I was going to say three, but I’ll add two more—you’re worth it.”
The owner looked at Wang Teng and Wang Sheng.
Five gold soul coins!
Wang Sheng’s breath caught slightly as he struggled to keep his expression under control.
“Deal.”
Wang Teng agreed readily.
The owner’s face immediately broke into a delighted smile.
He quickly pulled out his coin pouch, carefully counted out five gleaming gold coins, and handed them to Wang Teng.
The gold coins felt heavy in his hand, carrying the characteristic coolness of metal.
Wang Teng put the coins away and said again, “Now, could you have your men help us carry this box to the academy?”
“Of course, of course!”
The owner nodded repeatedly and called into the back room, “A-Feng, A-Yang!
Come out and help deliver the goods for our customers!”
Two sturdy apprentices, seventeen or eighteen years old, emerged promptly.
They lifted the heavy wooden box with practiced ease and followed Wang Teng and Wang Sheng out of the blacksmith shop.
The group soon arrived at Notting Academy and stopped at a secluded corner beside the dormitory building.
“Just put it here.
Thanks for your trouble, you two.”
Wang Teng pointed to the spot beside the dormitory entrance steps.
“Got it!”
The two apprentices carefully set down the wooden box, said their goodbyes, and left.
Looking at the box filled with “hope,” Wang Teng and Wang Sheng exchanged a smile.
Their “spinning top plan” had truly begun.
At the entrance of Notting Academy’s dormitory.
A heavy wooden box rested beside the steps, with Wang Teng and Wang Sheng standing on either side.
Wang Sheng looked at the students coming and going and asked uncertainly, “Little brother, are we going to start selling right here?”
“How…
how do we even begin?”
Wang Teng smiled, his gaze sweeping across the dormitory area and quickly locking onto a familiar figure.
“As for the beginning!” he said lightly, “We start with getting Xiao Wu to ‘play’ with them.”
With that, Wang Teng raised his hand and waved vigorously toward the opposite side of the dormitory, raising his voice: “Xiao Wu!
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I’ve got something fun!”
Wang Sheng turned to look—it was indeed Xiao Wu walking over from the playground.
Hearing the call, Xiao Wu paused for a moment, then puffed out her cheeks and hurried over in a huff.
“Wang Teng!”
Xiao Wu stopped, hands on her hips, her big eyes glaring at him.
“Where did you run off to this afternoon?”
“I had to sweep all the leaves in the garden by myself!
All of it—that huge area!”
She looked like an angry hedgehog, waiting for Wang Teng to explain himself.
“Haha, my bad, my bad.”
Wang Teng quickly offered an apologetic smile.
“Big Brother and I just went into town to pick up some custom toys—we lost track of time.”
“As an apology, how about I give you one to play with?”
He crouched down and opened the wooden box at his feet.
The lid lifted to reveal neatly arranged metal spinning tops in various colors, gleaming dazzlingly in the sunlight.
Wang Teng took out a Premium edition of the “Blast Tiger.”
The blue metal spinning top was engraved with fine tiger stripes, with sparkling decorations on key parts—exceptionally delicate.
“Wow!
So many spinning tops!
They’re beautiful!”
Xiao Wu’s attention was captured, her anger instantly forgotten.
She took the spinning top Wang Teng handed her, stroking its cool metal surface with delight, then crouched down, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at the treasure trove in the box.
“Big Sister Xiao Wu, want to have a spinning top battle?”
Wang Teng proposed, simultaneously pulling out a specially made circular wooden tray from the box.
The tray had raised edges and a sunken center, forming a shallow concave surface—precisely a “battle arena” for spinning top matches.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Xiao Wu nodded eagerly, but then fiddled with the spinning top in her hand and asked impatiently, “But how do you play with this?”
There were spinning tops on the Douluo Continent too.
But those were all wooden—spun with whips—not metal tops like Wang Teng’s.
So Xiao Wu didn’t quite know how to use them.
“Here, I’ll teach you.”
Wang Teng said, taking out a green “Aurora Armor” spinning top and fitting it onto the ripcord of the corresponding launcher.
To set the mood, he mimicked the anime from his memories and called out dramatically.
“Aurora Armor Spinning Top, launch!”
“Whoosh—hum—”
The green top shot out spinning as the cord was pulled, landing steadily in the center of the battle arena.
As a defense-type spinning top, “Aurora Armor” quickly settled into a stable rotation, emitting a low, continuous hum as it held the center position.
“Me too!
Me too!”
Xiao Wu watched eagerly, itching to try.
“Big Sister Xiao Wu, this one is called ‘Blast Tiger.'”
Wang Sheng reminded her from the side.
“Alright!”
Xiao Wu imitated Wang Teng’s movements, fitting the blue spinning top onto the launcher.
Taking a deep breath, she shouted with effort: “Blast Tiger Spinning Top, go!”
A blue streak shot out.
The moment “Blast Tiger” entered the arena, it displayed its attack-type nature.
It didn’t circle the edges—instead, it charged straight toward the “Aurora Armor” at the center.
“Clang!
Clang!
Clang!”
The fierce collision of metal against metal produced crisp, rhythmic sounds.
The two spinning tops clashed fiercely, sending up tiny sparks.
“Blast Tiger” continuously charged forward, while “Aurora Armor” held the center tenaciously.
Each collision caused the spinning tops’ trajectories to shift slightly.
“Alright!
Hit it!
Hit it!”
Xiao Wu watched excitedly, clenching her fists and cheering loudly.
It was lunch break, around twelve-thirty, and many students were returning to the dormitory after eating.
Xiao Wu was already a “celebrity” at the academy.
Her shouting and intense concentration quickly drew attention.
Curious students gathered in twos and threes.
“Big Sister Xiao Wu, what are you guys playing?”
A well-dressed student from the crowd leaned in to ask, his face full of curiosity.
Wang Teng nudged Wang Sheng with his elbow.
Understanding the signal, Wang Sheng stood up, cleared his throat, and explained to the onlookers: “Everyone, this is called a ‘Blast Spinning Top.’ It’s a specially custom-made metal battle toy.”