Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 80 Spirit Forging, and thus the scramble for it.

"A thousand refinements complete!" On the platform, the white-haired elder suddenly stood up, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "This quality is a first-grade thousand refinement! And it's a first-grade Starfall Gold thousand refinement! At nine years old, he really did it!"

The starlight of the Thousand Refinements First Grade had not yet dissipated, and the entire audience was still immersed in the shock of "the number one person with Thousand Refinements at the age of nine," but Su Qiu's movements did not stop at all.

His arm, which was pulling back the hammer, barely had any cushioning, and the soul power in his palm surged again.

The forging hammer, which was originally gleaming with gold, was now wrapped in a faint layer of starlight.

That was the stellar power overflowing from within the Starfall Gold, drawn by his soul power and perfectly fused with his own strength.

"He's not stopping yet?" A master craftsman on the platform exclaimed in shock, his finger pointing sharply at Su Qiu's forging table. "The thousand forgings are complete, what else is he going to do?"

The white-haired old man's pupils shrank suddenly, his cloudy eyes filled with disbelief: "Could it be... that he wants to attempt Spirit Forging?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Spirit forging represents a qualitative leap compared to the previous hundred or thousand forging techniques. It transcends the thousand forging realm, representing a process that deeply integrates the blacksmith's own soul power with the essence of the metal, imbuing the metal with spirituality.

The difficulty of breaking through from the first grade of the thousand-refinement to the spirit-refinement is even greater than starting from scratch to the first grade of the thousand-refinement!

Master Cen Yue chuckled as he watched everyone's expressions crumble, shaking his head and sighing, "Ignorant fools." In truth, he was secretly pleased.

He wasn't much better off back then.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

A crisp chirping sound replaced the previous dullness.

It was like jade beads falling onto a plate.

With each strike, the golden halo of starlight intensifies.

The stellar power within condensed into a stream, circulating repeatedly within the metal and tightly intertwining with Su Qiu's soul power.

The other blacksmiths had already stopped what they were doing and were all staring at Su Qiu in disbelief.

Tang Wulin, Mu Xi, and the others hastily finished their forging and turned their gazes toward them, ready to witness a historic moment.

They could feel that Su Qiu's aura was getting stronger and stronger.

That wasn't the pressure of soul power, but rather a special pressure generated by the resonance between the metal's spirituality and the blacksmith after it was awakened.

The air seemed to become thick and sticky.

The golden light of the falling stars grew brighter and brighter, and a layer of shimmering white luster gradually emerged on the dark black metal surface.

The silver patterns came to life, like a real galaxy surging within the metal.

A pure and powerful aura spread out, causing everyone present to feel a tremor in their hearts—it was the aura of spiritual awakening!

Su Qiu's face turned slightly pale. The soul power consumption of the Starfall Gold Spirit Forging far exceeded that of other metals, and he was also struggling to hold on.

"Ding--"

The long whistle resounded throughout the entire stadium.

The final hammer blow landed with a clear, jade-like sound, yet it seemed to contain the rhythm of heaven and earth.

In an instant, the aura of the falling stars surged to its peak, its unique light turning the entire arena into a silvery white.

The internal star patterns suddenly coalesced, transforming into a small silver star that floated in the very center of the metal, radiating a soft yet powerful spiritual light.

The Starfall Gold was no longer cold metal, but seemed to have come to life, trembling gently and resonating with Su Qiu's aura.

"Spirit Forging!"

On the platform, a master screamed incoherently, his voice cracking.

The white-haired old man trembled slightly with excitement, tears glistening in his cloudy eyes: "Spirit Forging! It really is Spirit Forging! A nine-year-old Spirit Forging Master! Never before in history! Never before!"

The entire stadium was deathly silent for a moment, then erupted into thunderous cheers.

All the spectators stood up, clapping and shouting wildly, their eyes filled with awe and admiration. Most of the spectators at the Soul Master competition were just there for the excitement.

The audience for forging competitions is different; there are very few people, but they are all people who understand and love forging.

The blacksmiths who had been "terrified" by Su Qiu stopped what they were doing, bowed to Su Qiu, and saluted.

At this moment, they were filled with deep admiration.

A pair of excited eyes watched this scene from the shadows; it was Zhenhua who had secretly come.

"Good lad!" This was the second time he had watched Su Qiu complete the spirit forging, and this time it was Starfall Gold.

Zhenhua was incredibly excited at that moment, as if his disciple were there.

No, in Zhenhua's eyes, Su Qiu had been his disciple since birth.

"Hey, hey, that's my apprentice. I haven't even said anything yet. Why are you so agitated?" Mu Chen, who had also sneaked over from the side, patted Zhen Hua.

Zhenhua's eyes widened immediately, and his voice rose several decibels: "What do you mean, 'your disciple'? Su boy has always been my disciple!"

"Shameless!" Mu Chen got angry and poked Zhen Hua's chest. "Su Qiu came to ask me to be his master the day he awakened his martial soul at the age of six. What makes you think you can take him from me? Don't you understand the principle of first come, first served?"

"First come, first served, what the hell!" Zhenhua retorted, his spittle almost landing on Mu Chen's face. "Forging is all about inheritance!"

Do you understand the concept of "passing down traditions"?

"Young Su, if you follow me, you can watch the Heavenly Forging process now and prepare for your future attempt to become a Divine Craftsman!"

"What can you teach him? Do you even know Heavenly Forging? You noob!"

Mu Chen was so angry that he glared and reached out to grab Zhen Hua's beard: "Chao!"

"Hey! You dare pull my beard?" Zhenhua grabbed Mu Chen's wrist with his other hand, and the two of them instantly twisted into a tangled mess.

Mu Ye, who had come along to protect Zhenhua and also to check on Su Qiu, watched with amusement, showing no intention of stopping them.

Mu Chen didn't hold back either, grabbing Zhen Hua's sleeve with one hand and scratching his waist with the other, cursing, "You shameless old man! So what if you're a Heavenly Forging expert?"

"Hey! Tianduan is amazing!" Zhenhua said smugly, "Steamed buns, you disagree?"

The two pillars of the forging world are like children playing around here.

The sect leader of the Body Sect watched the show from the sidelines.

After the competition, Su Qiu completed his Spirit Forging, while Tang Wulin and Mu Xi both completed the Thousand Forging Second Grade.

Tang Wulin originally planned to try the first grade of the thousand-fold forging technique, but in order to finish watching Su Qiu's forging as soon as possible, he sped up the pace and finished with the second grade of the thousand-fold forging technique.

Duan Lao turned to look at Cen Yue, his tone filled with envy and resentment: "Little Yue, your East Sea Forging Masters Association really has some tricks up its sleeve! Mu Chen is really amazing, besides Su Qiu, he actually has two other thousand-forging masters of such a young age."

"According to the registration information, Su Qiu is only nine years old, right? Where did you find this monster?"

Cen Yue smiled and said, "It was just luck. Su Qiu has been taught by our president since he was a child, and he's also exceptionally talented."

Elder Duan's breathing became somewhat rapid, his gaze fixed on Cen Yue with a hint of doubt: "How come I've never heard of Mu Chen taking on a disciple? Have you heard of it?"

The masters from the Tianhai Forging Masters Association standing nearby shook their heads and echoed, "Never heard of it! How could there be no word about such a big event as President Mu taking on a disciple?"

Mu Chen and Su Qiu usually stay in Donghai City and keep a low profile. Before, no one outside Donghai City knew about Su Qiu.

From this moment on, Su Qiu is the imperial seal of the forging world!
Everyone wants it.

Mu Chen and Zhen Hua, who were hiding in the shadows, immediately stopped arguing and stared at the podium with hostile eyes. With their cultivation levels, they could hear the discussion on the stage clearly.

They said in unison, "Forget about Mu Chen (Zhen Hua), what kind of people do you think you are to try and steal my man?"

　Wuhu, let me think about how to torture Shrek Academy again later.
　　My Diary of a Failure: Today, I suddenly discovered in the editor's harem group that a foreigner published eighteen books in two months, totaling over two million words. I'm incredibly envious; they're practically living examples of hard work! And don't they have to go to work?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)