Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 261 Two Masters Compete for a Disciple
He felt a spatial pulling force originating from his bloodline. His handsome face remained expressionless, but a hint of understanding flashed in his emerald eyes.

He quickly put away all the forging tools, placed the semi-finished metal into his storage ring, and then straightened his collar.

"The next time I come back... will probably be a few years from now." Mu Yi sighed inwardly. The next second, his figure disappeared into the forging room like a bubble, leaving only a faint green light that slowly drifted away.

On the top floor of the association, the space rippled like water as Mu Yi gracefully stepped out from the void.

His signature thick green hair was neatly tied back with a silver ribbon, forming a smart ponytail that swayed gently with his movements. His status as a half-child of nature endowed him with an even more outstanding temperament, and his emerald eyes seemed to contain an endless forest.

Seeing Mu Ye's eager expression, Mu Yi immediately understood the purpose of his summons. He bowed slightly, his voice clear yet respectful: "Mu Yi greets Master."

Makino hummed in agreement, trying his best to put on a stern face and show the dignity of a teacher, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

He looked the young man up and down, becoming more and more satisfied—his upright and pine-like figure, his well-proportioned yet powerful muscle lines, and his eyes that contained a strong spiritual force—all of these were the perfect qualities of a cultivator of a physical martial soul.

"Wow, he really is a handsome man."

Mu Ye coughed to cover up his lapse in composure, and slammed his rough hand heavily on Mu Yi's shoulder with enough force to make an ordinary Soul Master kneel down.

But Mu Yi only swayed slightly before firmly bearing the weight, which made Mu Ye's eyes show even more admiration.

He couldn't help but look at Mu Yi and Gula again. If he hadn't known beforehand, he wouldn't have been able to tell that they were the same person.

The blacksmith's aura, forged through countless trials, is completely different from Gula's scholarly composure, yet they are strangely harmonious and unified.

Makino could only lament in his heart that Shrek Academy and the Spirit Pagoda had jointly created a little monster.

But now, this little monster belongs to his original sect!
“Starting today, you will train with me here,” Mu Ye announced without room for argument. “As for the sect… you can go back after you have mastered the Body Secret Technique.”

Gula reminded him at the right moment: "Senior Muye, Mu Yi is still a level six blacksmith. Once he breaks through to Soul King, he will be able to break through to level seven."

"Bullshit!" Mu Ye waved his hand to interrupt him. "The golden period for cultivating the main body martial soul is only a few years. What's the rush for forging? I'll personally teach him the real main body secret technique!"

"what?"

Zhenhua couldn't stand it anymore. He and Muye had a very close relationship and rarely kept secrets from each other. He witnessed Gula "betraying" his incarnation.

He walked out of the forging room, looked at Mu Yi, and turned to Gula: "No wonder your forging skills have improved so quickly. The two of you practicing together is really beyond the expectations of us old guys."

Zhenhua praised Gula, which cleared up his doubts, and then said to Muye in an annoyed tone, "Stop talking nonsense. Don't you understand what the children are thinking? The best path is to not interfere with forging and cultivation at the same time."

Because of his average combat strength, even after becoming a master craftsman, he still had to forge Heavenly Forged Metal for various forces, which caused him to suffer hidden injuries and a lot of grievances. Now, seeing a forging genius with amazing combat strength, he wanted to give him some guidance.

"Mu Yi, stay here and learn forging from me. You can use the secret techniques of your body to teach me when you have time."

"That's it."

"Row."

Mu Ye smiled and said, "I can't argue with you, so I'll do as you say. However, some of my cultivation cannot be interrupted, so Mu Yi must come with me to focus on cultivation."

Zhenhua nodded and agreed.

Mu Yi and Gula exchanged a glance, their minds in sync. After a moment of silence, Mu Yi nodded slightly: "This student obeys." Mu Ye's face immediately lit up with a smile, a childlike smugness appearing on his rugged face. He grabbed Mu Yi's shoulder, the force almost snapping him in two.

"Good! That's more like it! Let's go, let's set off now. I can't wait to see how far you can go in mastering the sect's secret techniques!"

Gula watched Makino excitedly dragging Muichi away, a slight smile playing on her lips. Although Makino was rough in his ways, he was indeed a rare and excellent teacher.

Just as the two were about to step out of the room, Mu Ye suddenly turned back, a sly glint in his eyes: "By the way, kid. Don't leave tonight, I'll come back and cook you a big meal."

"Then I'll wait and see."

Gula waved goodbye and looked at the master craftsman Zhenhua.

"Teacher, I also need your help to arrange an opponent. Anyone below level 55 will do."

"Okay, I'll arrange it for you later."

Zhenhua had no complaints. Shrek Academy's tradition was something that the major powers had long been accustomed to. They would do this every three years, just to put the face of the major powers on the ground for a while.

The Forging Association is a peace-loving organization and has not faced many challenges.

However, the Federation and the Spirit Pagoda always ended up making a fool of themselves. But Zhenhua disliked the two hypocritical forces and was happy to watch the show.

"Thank you, teacher."

Gula left the top floor and went to the battle room that Zhenhua had arranged for him.

The Forging Association didn't have a dedicated fighting area, so they temporarily cleared out a forging room for him to fight a young man.

The red-haired youth was just about to forge his weapon when the crimson-gold hammer in his hand shimmered with a liquid-like luster in the firelight. He flicked away the stray hairs damp with sweat from his forehead, revealing a thin line between his brows.

"Chen Yu, Level 5 Blacksmith, Martial Soul Crimson Gold Hammer."

As the words fell, five spirit rings—three purple and two black—rose from beneath his feet, and the hidden crimson-gold patterns on the hammer surface suddenly came to life, flowing slowly across the metal like magma.

Gula noticed the layers of calluses on the other man's hands—marks left from years of hammering metal. The young man's seemingly frail body contained a strength forged through countless trials.

"I heard you're a Shrek Academy student." Chen Yu flicked his wrist, and the 300-pound forging hammer spun lightly in his palm. "But although I focus on forging, my combat strength is also extraordinary."

The hammer suddenly stopped, the force of the blow causing the hem of his black robe to flutter. "I won't give up easily."

Gula's lips curled slightly. "Gula, a level 49 Battle Soul Master, please enlighten me."

"Just give it your all." Gula straightened up. "Otherwise, you'll have no more chances."

The Crimson Gold Hammer suddenly erupted with furnace-like high temperatures, and Chen Yu's first soul skill, "Heart of Molten Fire," was instantly activated.

His forward-moving posture resembled pushing an invisible forging platform, the trajectory of his hammer blows subtly echoing the association's secret "Thousand Forging" technique. Each strike carried the unique rhythm of metal shaping, the seemingly heavy hammerhead leaving orange-red afterimages in the air.

(End of this chapter)