Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Those were all the inventory that Gu Chenyu had painstakingly built up over the years, in addition to fulfilling federal orders.

This output and dedication are simply astonishing.

Lu Jun's gaze fell on Gu Chenyu, carefully sensing him.

As expected, this former expert of the Spirit Pagoda now possessed a deep and profound aura, with his soul power fluctuations being smooth and restrained, clearly indicating that he had reached the level of a quasi-god.

This level of cultivation is far stronger than when he was the Dark Blood Demon of the Holy Spirit Cult in the original story.

This is truly a secure job in the Federation, enjoying top-tier resources provided by the government. With no distractions, one can focus on their profession, and their cultivation level will rise accordingly without any side effects. Their foundation is frighteningly solid.

Isn't this much better than the life of a demonic spirit master who hides and lives on the run, never knowing when he will live?

A wry smile crossed Lu Jun's mind.

Seemingly noticing Lu Jun's scrutiny, Gu Chenyu didn't look up, casually saying while controlling the fire in the furnace:

"What's wrong? You seem to have a lot of questions?"

"Oh, I'm just a little curious. Teacher's cultivation level has already reached the quasi-god level," Lu Jun exclaimed.

Among the original top leaders of the Holy Spirit Cult, it seems that Gu Chenyu, the Dark Blood Demon, is doing the best now.
Except for that guy Harosa.

"Cultivation level? It's nothing special, just a drop in the ocean. The more you forge and deal with these spiritual metals, the purer your soul power becomes, and breakthroughs are just a matter of course. There's nothing worth mentioning."

Lu Jun smiled and said, "Teacher is too modest. With your current foundation, plus the feedback and resonance from that warehouse of divine metal souls, if you wanted to, breaking through to the hundredth-level god realm would probably be a piece of cake, right?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Chenyu waved his hand, a rare, almost bland, satisfied smile appearing on his face.

"Hey, that's a wrong way of saying it."

His gaze swept gently over the various metals and forging tools in the room, and his voice deepened:
"I've long lost interest in those fighting, killing, and competitive realms. Things are fine as they are now."

"I'll be a master craftsman, listening to the hammer strikes and watching delicious food emerge from my hands. When I get tired of forging, I'll go home to spend time with my family, play with my children, teach them about materials, and tell them about the fun things that happen during forging..."

"Living a peaceful, ordinary life is better than anything else."

He turned to look at Lu Jun, a glint in his eyes:
"But you seem quite relaxed, even having the leisure to chat with an old man like me."

"If you can maintain this level of effortless energy over the next few days... then I'll really have to look at you in a new light."

Lu Jun raised an eyebrow, meeting the teacher's gaze, a confident smile curving his lips:

"What's so difficult about that? It's very simple."

He said it so casually, as if all he was going to do next was have a cup of tea and take a leisurely walk.

Gu Chenyu didn't reply, but gave him a meaningful look, turned around, took out the red-hot metal blank, and said in a deep voice:
"Then... let's begin."

……

For the next three days, in this top-tier forging room deep within the headquarters of the Heavenly Dou City Blacksmith Association, time passed with the ceaseless, rhythmic, and powerful sounds of hammering and the roar of the furnace flames. Lu Jun and Gu Chenyu, master and apprentice, once again demonstrated the terrifying forging synergy they had honed years ago.

One person wields the hammer, drawing upon the primal energy of heaven and earth to resonate with the metal, performing the most exquisite shaping and imbuing.

One person assists on the left, using extreme cold to precisely control every critical temperature point, stabilize energy, assist in quenching, and handle complex preparatory work.

Here, pieces of top-tier rare metals, enough to ignite bloody battles in the outside world, are melted, forged, quenched, and shaped, ultimately radiating divine brilliance. They are then forged into battle armor components that fit the characteristics of different martial souls, according to pre-designed blueprints.

Meanwhile, the entire Douluo Continent is operating with unprecedented efficiency.

With the precise coordinates provided by the newly appointed ruler of the plane, the Federal military launched a thunderous purification operation. The artillery fire of the Soul Guidance Legion and the sharpness of the powerful warriors precisely targeted the lurking abyss strongholds. Battles broke out in various places, but the overall situation was being rapidly cleared up.

The joint announcement issued by the Spirit Pagoda and the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a storm across the entire continent.

"Innate Soul Power Guarantee", "Public Disclosure of Advanced Cultivation Insights", "Battle Armor Popularization Plan"...

One revolutionary measure after another began to be implemented in an orderly manner, and the eyes of countless soul masters and commoners were turned to Mingdu and the academy that was about to begin teaching.

The entire continent was filled with a sense of urgency that a great war was imminent, as well as a vibrant energy of breaking down the old and establishing the new.

On the evening of the third day, the afterglow of the setting sun once again gilded the ancient city walls of Tiandou City.

At the headquarters of the Blacksmiths' Association, the alloy door to the Master Craftsman's Forge, which had been almost completely closed for the past three days, was gently pushed open from the outside.

A group of people filed in.

Leading the group was Tang Wutong, whose long, light blue hair cascaded down to her waist. She possessed an exquisite beauty, yet her expression carried a hint of barely perceptible restraint. Beside her stood Tang Wulin, whose aura was even more profound and deep than it had been three days prior, with faint phantom images of ocean waves emanating from him.

Behind the siblings were Yue Zhengyu, Xie Xie, Yuanen Yehui, Xu Xiaoyan, Wu Siduo, and Long Chen.

They all received the message and came here to meet.

However, when their gazes fell on the center of the forging room, they were all stunned for a moment, and then their expressions became quite interesting.

Beside the wide forging table, Gu Chenyu was carefully wiping a piece of arm armor that had just been assembled and was covered with flowing patterns. He was focused, and although his face showed obvious fatigue, he was still in good spirits and his eyes remained sharp as always.

And not far from him...

Lu Jun sat on the floor with his back against the cold metal wall.

His pristine white clothes were now covered in a mixture of metallic dust and sweat stains, making him look quite disheveled.

He tilted his head slightly back, his eyes closed, revealing clearly heavy dark circles under his eyes. His face was somewhat pale, and he exuded a sense of listlessness and exhaustion from being overworked. He was completely different from his usual aloof and composed demeanor, as if he had everything under control.

Hearing the noise, Gu Chenyu looked up, saw the person who came, and glanced at Lu Jun, who was almost collapsing beside him. He couldn't help but twitch his lips into a mischievous smile.

He gestured towards Lu Jun with the soft cloth he used to wipe his arm armor, his voice filled with undisguised smugness:
"Look at this. Still dare to say it's simple?"

Lu Jun didn't even bother to open his eyes, only letting out a few weak, almost groaning, indistinct syllables from his throat, filled with deep regret:
"I won't dare again... really... I'll never dare again..." (End of Chapter)