Chapter Eight Learning Blacksmithing?
ly snapped under the full-strength struggle of the injured human face demon spider. Or rather, in the instant before it broke, the gold on top of the blue silver grass disappeared. 。The restraint vani...The Dragon King is officially setting sail today, with the first chapter now available. Updates will be released at 7:00 AM, 12:00 PM, and 5:00 PM today, guaranteeing a minimum of four chapters. At 5:00 PM tonight, for every top spot on the charts (clicks, recommendations, new book list), an extra chapter will be added. If all three are ranked first, three additional chapters will be added, bringing the total to seven!
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"Wait a moment." Tang Zirang called out to Tang Wulin.
"What's wrong, Dad"
Tang Sanzang patted the chair beside him, "Come, sit down. Father has something to discuss with you."
"Oh." Tang Wulin walked over and sat beside his father, looking at his face with some confusion.
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Tang San said, "Son, I support your choice to become a Soul Master. But after I'm gone, you will face many difficulties. These are not just about learning, but also about our family."
"Every time a Soul Master cultivates to an integer level of ten, they need a Soul Ring to complete the breakthrough. In the distant past, Soul Rings could be obtained by hunting Soul Beasts. But after tens of thousands of years of research, it was found that Soul Spirits were more advantageous than Soul Rings. Higher-level Soul Spirits can even possess growth potential, and can be artificially manufactured to a certain extent. Soul Spirits are essentially the spiritual presence of Soul Beasts. Different levels of Soul Spirits can bestow one or more Soul Rings upon a Soul Master. As for ordinary people like us, there is only one way to obtain Soul Spirits, and that is to purchase them from the Spirit Transmission Tower."
"Dad isn't very skilled, and his wages are meager. He can barely support our family as it is, and now with Nali joining us, you see, both of you have big appetites. So, by the time your soul power cultivation reaches level ten, Dad will find it hard to save up enough money to buy even the lowest-grade random soul spirit for you."
There are two ways to obtain a Spirit from the Spirit Pagoda. One is that students with exceptionally outstanding martial souls and fast cultivation speeds can obtain their first Spirit for free. But obviously, your Blue Silver Grass doesn't have this free opportunity. So, there's only one path left: purchase it.
Tang Wulin listened to his father's words, and for a moment he was stunned. He had never really thought about this issue before. Yes! A soul master needs a soul ring, which can come directly from a soul beast or be obtained by fusing a soul spirit. Now that soul beasts are extremely rare, it is very difficult to obtain one. Then there is only the option of buying a soul spirit.
A six-year-old child has a very vague concept of money. But the reality problem is already in front of him.
"Daddy, what should I do"
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Tang Ziran chuckled bitterly, "That's all Dad can do. These past few years, I've been working hard to try and save up some money for you. But you also need to work hard yourself. Do you still remember your Uncle Mang"
"Remember! Wasn't he the one who came to our house before" Tang Wulin recalled an image of a somewhat ferocious, tall and burly middle-aged man in his mind.
Tang Ziran said, “Your Uncle Mang is an excellent blacksmith. Dad told him about our situation, and he can give you a chance to be his apprentice. Every two hours for the first three months, you'll be learning. After three months, if you can forge some simple things, you'll also earn some money.”
Tang Wulin's eyes lit up, "I'm willing, Dad, when can I start going"
Tang ZiRan looked at him with deep meaning in her eyes, and said: "Forging is a very hard thing, can you really do it"
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Tang Wulin nodded and said, “I can! I’ll buy a soul guide with my own money.”
Tang Zi-ran smiled, "Alright, then you go and try it. If you can't take it, we won't go."
"Okay. Dad, I'm going to meditate now."
Tang Wulin returned to his room, but a single drop of liquid fell onto Tang Ziran's shoulder. Tang Ziran turned his head and saw his tear-filled wife behind him.
"You're being so stubborn, why are you doing this We can save up some money if we tighten our belts, surely that would be enough to buy him a soul spirit." Lan Yue was choked with emotion, but she had never disobeyed her husband. But this time...
Tang San let out a soft sigh, "It's truly difficult for a Blue Silver Grass soul to become a Soul Master. Forging is an art. Although Xiao Lin is young, this child has a strong personality. Forging isn't just about shaping metal; it's also a process of tempering him. If he can truly persevere, not only will he have a means of livelihood when he grows up, but it will also temper his character. It would be beneficial for him in every way. You know our situation, I'm just afraid... one day, we... Of course, if Xiao Lin could gain recognition from Meng, that would be even better. His profession level is even higher than mine was back then."
Early that second morning, after bidding farewell to his mother and Na'er, Tang Wulin excitedly went to school.
A night of meditation made him feel increasingly close to his Blue Silver Grass spirit, to the point where he felt a special kind of fondness for it.
The Soul Master class wasn't just about learning Soul Master knowledge, but a mix of Soul Master knowledge and cultural classes. Today was a cultural class day.
Tang Wulin was very intelligent, he listened attentively in class and was praised by his teacher for his performance in cultural courses.
"Mom, how did you come to pick me up Where's Na’er" As soon as Tang Wulin left the school gate after class, he saw Lan Yue.
Lan Yue's eyes showed a trace of distress, she quickly walked over and picked up her son.
"Mom, please put me down! I'm a big kid now. It's embarrassing for my classmates to see this!"
Lang Yue let out a "pu chi" laugh. "You're my son, no matter how old you are. Mom sent you to Uncle Mang. Are you really going to learn forging"
Tang Wulin nodded and said, "That's right! Dad passed away, a man must be self-reliant. I have to earn money to buy soul spirits myself."
Lang Yue put down her son and squatted in front of him, saying: "Son, if you can't hold on, don't force yourself. If it really doesn't work, Mom will find a job too and save money to buy a soul spirit for you."
"No, I want to save my own money." Tang Wulin said firmly.
Lan Yue endured, refusing to let tears fall. She kissed her son's face again and again, "Alright, then let's go."
Aoci City wasn't large to begin with, and there was no need for transportation. Lang Yue led Tang Wulin for about twenty minutes, arriving at a small storefront.
The facade of the storefront looked a bit dilapidated, with the sign above reading "Mang Studio" in five bold characters.
As soon as I reached the door, a metallic scent hit me.
Lang Yue pressed the doorbell. After a short while, the door opened and a middle-aged man walked out.
The middle-aged man was tall and muscular, with dark skin and a rugged face full of stubble. He looked rather intimidating.
"My younger sister and brother are here." His voice was low and powerful, so deep that Tang Wulin could even feel a buzzing in his ears.
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"Uncle Mang," he politely greeted the uncle whom he had met a few times.
"Hmm." Mang Mian nodded expressionlessly, then said to Lang Yue, "Sister-in-law, go back first. I'll come get him in two hours."
"Brother Mang, then I'll trouble you." Lan Yue reluctantly looked at her son, thinking about it, she finally gritted her teeth and endured.idge directly struck the male's shoulder, knocking him to the ground. The icy sword tip pointed at his face, "Will you lend it" "Lend it."Another ten thousand.Ye Xinglan counted the money, put away th...