Chapter Eight Forging?
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Dragon King sets sail, Douluo shines brightly, Tang Sect forever!
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"Wait a moment." Tang Zi'ran called out to Tang Wulin.
"What's wrong, Dad"
Tang Zi Ran patted the chair beside her, "Come, sit down. Dad has something to discuss with you."
"Oh." Tang Wulin walked over and sat down beside his father, looking at his face with a hint of confusion.
Tang San said, "Son, I support your choice to become a soul master. But after I'm gone, you'll face many difficulties. These aren't just academic challenges, but also those within our family."
"Every time a Soul Master cultivates to an integer level of ten, they need a Soul Ring to complete the breakthrough. Long ago, Soul Rings could be obtained by hunting Soul Beasts. But after tens of thousands of years of research, it was discovered that Soul Spirits were more advantageous than Soul Rings. High-level Soul Spirits could even possess growth potential and could be artificially manufactured to a certain extent. A Soul Spirit is essentially the spiritual existence of a Soul Beast. Different levels of Soul Spirits can bestow one or more Soul Rings upon a Soul Master. As for ordinary people like us, there's only one way to obtain a Soul Spirit: purchase it from the Transmission Tower."
"Dad isn't very skilled and his wages are meager. He can barely support our family as it is, and now with Nari added, as you've seen, both of your appetites are enormous. So, until your soul power cultivation reaches level ten, Dad will struggle to save enough money to buy even the lowest-grade random spirit."
"There are two ways to obtain a soul spirit from the Spirit Pagoda. One is for students with particularly outstanding martial souls and fast cultivation speeds, who can obtain their first soul spirit for free. But it's obvious that your Blue Silver Grass doesn't have this free opportunity. Therefore, there's only one path left: purchase."
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! Soul masters need soul rings, and soul rings can come directly from soul beasts or be obtained by fusing soul spirits. Now that soul beasts are extremely rare, it is very difficult to obtain them. Then there's only the option of purchasing soul spirits.
A six-year-old child has a very vague concept of money. But the reality of the situation is already in front of him.
"Daddy, what should I do"
Tang Ziran chuckled wryly, "That's all my dad can do. I've been working hard these past few years to save up for you. But you also need to work hard yourself. Do you still remember your Uncle Mang"
"Remember! Didn't he come to our house before" Tang Wulin's mind flashed an image of a rather fierce-looking, tall middle-aged man.
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 an apprentice. Every two hours, for the first three months, it's about learning. After three months, if you can forge some simple things, you can also earn some money."
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Tang Wulin's eyes lit up. "I'm willing, Dad. When can I start"
Tang Zi Ran looked at him with a meaningful gaze, and said, "Forging is very hard work, can you really do it"
Tang Wulin nodded and said, "I can! I'll save up money to buy a soul ring myself."
Tang Zi'ran smiled, "Okay, then you go and try. If you can't stand it, we won't go."
"Okay. Dad, I'm going to meditate now."
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Tang Wulin returned to his room, but a drop of liquid fell onto Tang Ziran's shoulder. Tang Ziran turned his head and saw his wife, her eyes filled with tears.
"What did you do this for, Dance We could have saved up the money for his soul gem if we'd just been frugal. Why would you spend it on something else" Lan Yue choked back tears, but she had always obeyed her husband's wishes. But this time...
Tang San sighed softly, "It's really difficult for a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul to become a soul master. Forging is an art. Although Xiao Lin is young, this child has a strong personality. Forging is not only about forging metal, but also a process of tempering him. If he can truly persevere, he will not only have a way to make a living when he grows up, but he will also be able to temper his character. It would be beneficial for him in every way. You know our situation, I'm just afraid that... we... Of course, if Xiao Lin could get the recognition of Master Meng, that would be even better. His professional level is even higher than mine back then."
Early in the morning, after bidding farewell to his mother and Na'er, Tang Wulin excitedly went to school.
A night of meditation made him feel closer and closer to his Blue Silver Grass spirit, to the point where he even felt a special fondness for it.
The Soul Master class isn't about learning all kinds of soul master knowledge, but rather one specific piece of soul master knowledge, as well as one cultural lesson. Today, it was the cultural lesson's turn.
Tang Wulin was very intelligent, attentive in class, and even received praise from his teacher for his performance in cultural classes.
"Mom, how did you come to pick me up Where's Na’er" As soon as Tang Wulin stepped out of the school gates after class, he saw Lan Yue.
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Lang Yue's eyes showed a hint of pity, she quickly walked over and picked up her son.
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"Mommy, please put me down! I'm a big kid now. It's so embarrassing for my classmates to see this!"
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Lang Yue let out a "poof" of laughter, "How old are you You're still my son. Mom sent you to Uncle Mang. Do you really want to learn blacksmithing"
Tang Wulin nodded and said, "That's right! Dad is gone. A man has to 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 it. If it really doesn't work, mom will find a job too, and help you save money to buy a soul spirit."
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"No, I want to save money myself." Tang Wulin said resolutely.
Lang Yue forcefully held back her tears, planting kisses on her son's face repeatedly. "Alright, then let's go."
Ao Lai 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 storefront looked a bit dilapidated, with the sign above it reading "Mang Studio" in five bold characters.
As soon as I reached the door, a metallic smell hit me.
Lang Yue pressed the doorbell. It wasn't long before the door opened, and a middle-aged man walked out from inside.
The middle-aged man was tall and muscular, with dark skin and a thick beard that made him look rather menacing.
"Sister, brother has arrived." His voice was low and powerful, and Tang Wulin felt a ringing in his ears as he heard it.
"Uncle Mang," he greeted the uncle, whom he had met a few times, very politely.
"Hmm." Mang Mian nodded impassively, then said to Lang Yue, "Sister-in-law, go back first. I'll come pick him up in two hours."
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"Big Brother Mang, then it's a bother to you." Lang Yue was reluctant to look at her son, thinking about what to do, she finally gritted her teeth and endured.d they wouldn't feel anything special either. 。Many flying abyssal creatures have charged towards the fighter squadron, including abyssal bomb bees. 。But, three hundred Soul Conduit Fighters represen...