Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 185 Master Craftsman Zhenhua
"Haha, that's my new apprentice, not bad, right?"

Zhuo Shi laughed heartily. After learning that Tang Wulin was a blacksmith with considerable talent, and hearing that the master craftsman Zhen Hua happened to be in Tianhai City, he shamelessly went to invite him. Zhen Hua had nothing else to do, so he gave him face and came to take a look.

Zhenhua glanced at Zhuoshi, knowing that the people of Shrek Academy were unreasonable when they were protective of their own, and nodded in agreement, "A one-ring Soul Master who can fight a four-ring Soul Master head-on is a little monster."

Zhuo Shi grinned foolishly, showing no trace of the demeanor of a senior elder of the Sea God Pavilion.

Yu Tianliang was panting heavily in the arena. The more he fought Tang Wulin, the stronger the suppression of his martial soul became, and even a shadow appeared in his heart.

He looked at Gula with resentment in his eyes. If it weren't for this annoying gravity suppression, he would never be in such a sorry state.

The fourth spirit ring lit up, and lightning condensed into a giant blue dragon, instantly arriving above Tang Wulin's head.

Wu Changkong conjured ice crystals at his fingertips, but Shen Yi chuckled, "My senior brother's students said they should know there are always people more powerful than themselves. Let them solve this themselves."

Wu Changkong stopped his movements.

In the center of the arena, Gula used his third soul skill to create a rock sword and unleashed sword energy to block an attack for Tang Wulin.

Yu Tianliang's pupils suddenly contracted. He saw that with each step Gula took, lava-like scorch marks were left on the ground. When Gula stopped, the temperature in the entire stadium began to rise eerily, and the metal railings of the stands groaned under the weight.

"An ultimate martial soul, another genius. However, creating battle armor is very energy-consuming. After becoming a Soul Master, the cultivation speed of an ultimate martial soul slows down, so some things have to be sacrificed. It's a pity in this era."

Zhenhua said with a hint of regret.

Zhuo Shi shook his head: "That's not necessarily true. This kid is a disciple of Leng Yaozhu Dao, so he doesn't lack resources. His cultivation speed for the ultimate martial soul won't be much slower. Besides, he has twin martial souls."

Speaking of this, he felt a little regretful. In his opinion, Gula's blood and qi were abundant, and his unique beast spirit should have been able to inherit his ultimate skill, the Nine Forms of the Crimson Dragon, but unfortunately, he was not destined to inherit it.

"A disciple of Tianfeng?"

Zhenhua's heart stirred. The reason he came to Tianhai City was because of Leng Yaozhu's invitation. It was said that his disciple had unparalleled talent in forging. In order to avoid attracting attention, he asked Leng Yaozhu to meet him privately. Otherwise, he would not have come to Tianhai City out of curiosity.

Not far away, a middle-aged man stared intently at Gula and Tang Wulin as if he were looking at two rough gems.

In the arena, Gula plunged his longsword into the ground, and dark golden light, like a volcanic eruption, clung to the blade, revealing strange patterns.

Just as Yu Tianliang was about to unleash his soul skill, he suddenly froze, and the blue lightning dragon's head began to twist uncontrollably.

The invisible gravity field instantly merges with the sword soul, dealing damage to enemies within the field every second, and there is no way to resist it except by using soul skills such as etherealization and elementalization to dodge it.

Ye Xinglan stared blankly at Gula, lost in thought. Others who didn't practice swordsmanship couldn't tell, but she could feel that the attacks around her were infused with swordsmanship. However, this kind of formless and intangible attack was even more advanced than sword intent.

Is it...

Before anyone could think, gravity filled the entire arena, and unseen sword intent was constantly being released. Xu Lizhi was the first to leave the stage, followed by Ye Xinglan...

In the shadows of the audience, Zhuoshi stroked his fiery red beard and smiled at the burly middle-aged man beside him, "What do you think of this year's promising students, Brother Zhenhua? My disciple will send them all to the academy in the future."

Like Leng Yaozhu, although there were level eight master craftsmen in her own faction, it didn't matter who she learned from. Of course, she wanted to learn from the strongest master craftsman. She had a plan to have Zhenhua teach Tang Wulin forging.

The master craftsman Zhenhua's gaze, however, remained fixed on Gula. He recognized Gula's sword spirit, and the shock in his heart was beyond words.

"Not only is he a forging genius, but his comprehension is also extremely amazing. It would be impossible for Yun Ming to comprehend the gun spirit at his age, but he did it."

"If even a fraction of this aptitude were channeled into forging, he might become a master craftsman!"

Zhenhua was deeply shaken, finally understanding the true value of the extraordinary talent that Leng Yaozhu had mentioned when she sent someone to deliver the message.

If such a genius can't become a master craftsman, then who can?
Compared to Gula's extraordinary comprehension, Tang Wulin's superhuman strength and talent seemed less remarkable.

Zhenhua calmed down a bit and laughed heartily, "I knew you weren't just drinking my tea for nothing. You just want me to give your disciple some pointers, right? I'll be there for the forging competition finals."

One match, two favors—Zhenhua felt like he'd made a killing.

Zhuo Shi was overjoyed. His rival in the academy, Feng Wuyu, was an eighth-level blacksmith. He looked forward to the day when his disciple would become an eighth-level holy craftsman. What was Feng Wuyu's expression?
"Alright, alright, I brought a bottle of Dragon Blood Wine. Let's have a good drink together later."

Zhenhua glanced sideways at the turbid world. Dragon Blood Wine is brewed with the blood of dragon soul beasts that are over 50,000 years old. It is a sacred wine and is even rarer in this era.

But he only took it out after he agreed. That old guy…

The situation on the field is very clear. The Sword Soul Realm perfectly integrates sword intent and martial soul, which is equivalent to getting in touch with the origin of martial soul that can only be accessed by the true body of martial soul.

This is the premise of creating one's own unique skills. Every move contains the power of the martial soul's origin, making it no problem to defeat a group of Soul Venerables and Soul Sect Masters.

If he were to exert his full strength, with the support of his spiritual power at the Spirit Abyss Realm, he could briefly fight against Wu Changkong at his full strength using only his sword intent, without using telekinesis.

Gula slashed Yu Tianliang with his sword, then sheathed it and sighed, "Only my soul power and blood energy are lacking. Both of these require time to accumulate. Cheating is never as reliable as cultivating on my own. I should consider going back."

After mastering the sword spirit through his clone, Gula completely digested the spacetime energy within his body, allowing him to perform another spacetime traversal.

“All my past experiences are like returning to the anchor point of the original time and space, but this time and space cannot be abandoned. We must find a way to establish a stable and clear anchor point.”

"Experiencing things in less than a year is not a safe bet; it's best to use people as the anchor point."

Gula glanced at Gu Yue out of the corner of his eye. This Silver Dragon King had always lived on Douluo Star, making him a suitable anchor point.

Putting aside whether she would agree, Gula herself was a little worried.

Gula's alternative is Xu Xiaoyan, a girl in the original timeline with the same name and martial spirit. They established a certain connection through time and space, and she can serve as his anchor point.

However, Xu Xiaoyan is too weak, and any unexpected event could disrupt the anchor point he set.

Gula shook his head and said he would think about it again. This identity as a time-space operator was very valuable, and he would not give it up easily. He would rather be safe and stay for the time being than leave without making any preparations.

"East Sea Team wins."

Shen Yi announced the end of the competition. Despite her team's defeat, she was not disappointed at all. Instead, she was happy for her senior brother. He would definitely be worried about nurturing such a genius and would return to the academy with him.

(End of this chapter)