Douluo: The Thousand-Faced Angel in the Dragon King

Chapter 37 Thousand Refinements, First Grade, Peak Fourth Level

The surrounding scenery rushed by, and Qian Mo felt as if his whole body was surrounded by a fiery energy, making it impossible for him to struggle. But in just a few breaths, he felt light on his feet and found himself in a forging room.

This was a huge, messy room with rows of metal shelves on either side. In the center of the room was a massive forging table, gleaming silver, clearly no ordinary item, but still far inferior to Zhenhua's.

Feng Wuyu pointed to the rare metals displayed on the shelf and said loudly, "You can choose any of the metals on the shelf. Do your best to forge the best work within your capabilities."

"Okay, Elder Feng." Qian Mo walked to the iron rack next to him as instructed, looked at the precious rare metals, and finally chose serpentine.

"Thorium, this is no easy task," Feng Wuyu muttered, arms crossed.

Qianmo opened the forging table, placed holy flames inside, and slowly burned the cerium. In his right hand, he held a forging hammer that was entirely silver and engraved with intricate and noble gold patterns.

He gently stroked the thorium with his left hand, closed his eyes slightly, and carefully felt the feedback that the thorium was actively providing, which made it very clear to him how to strike the first blow.

Qian Mo suddenly opened his eyes, which had turned golden, and swung his hammer down with his right hand, his aura instantly merging with the cerium.

"Holy crap!" Feng Wuyu exclaimed, his face full of shock.

A series of rapid, booming sounds rang out, the clanging and clattering of forging gradually blending into a melodious and wondrous symphony, which even Feng Wuyu couldn't help but be drawn into. This forging rhythm, perfectly in harmony with the metal, was undoubtedly the most beautiful music in the world of forging.

"Clang, clang, clang..." Accompanied by the rhythmic and continuous forging, and the baking of the holy flames below, the impurities on the serpentine began to disappear silently, while its volume slowly shrank.

The silver patterns became clearer and brighter, and gradually a golden luster began to shimmer on them.

As the final hammer fell, a deafening roar accompanied by a golden halo suddenly broke through the furnace's containment, illuminating the entire forge. Within the halo, an angelic phantom seemed to spread its wings and dance. This golden light shot skyward, rising more than three feet, before receding and merging back into the metal itself for a full ten seconds.

"A thousand forgings imbue it with spirit, reaching the first rank!" Feng Wuyu blurted out, his gaze fixed blankly on the gleaming silver on the forging platform, which seemed to be cheering.

Nine years old, a thousand-times-forged first-grade, peak fourth-level—can these words be put together? Is this world even real? Feng Wuyu grabbed his messy hair, his mind a complete mess.

Feng Wuyu originally thought that if Qian Mo could reach the level of a second-level blacksmith at his age, he would definitely be worthy of being the disciple of a master craftsman, but he did not expect Qian Mo to double his achievement.

Qianmo reached out and picked up the serpentine he had just forged, carefully examining the delicate and beautiful patterns on it. He said excitedly, "Not bad, top-grade first-class. This is my best work in a while."

Qianmo has only just entered the fourth level, and this time he forged a first-grade metal with a thousand refinements in one go, which was completely beyond his expectations.

Placing the silver ore in front of Feng Wuyu, Qian Mo boasted, "How about it, Elder Feng? Does my forging skill meet your standards?"

Feng Wuyu coughed tactically, trying to adopt the demeanor of a dignified elder, and said in a deep voice, "Not bad, exceeding my expectations. Don't be arrogant, stay humble and not complacent, and remember not to try spirit forging."

When he finished speaking, Feng Wuyu said with a serious expression and a solemn tone, "Your soul power and blood energy are too low right now. If you rashly attempt to break through to the Spirit Forging Realm, it will easily cause serious damage to your mind and spirit, jeopardizing your forging future."

"During this period, just take on two forging tasks every day to solidify your foundation and consolidate your fourth-level realm. Your primary task is to focus on breaking through to the third ring and find ways to improve your own Qi and Blood Power."

Qian Mo nodded in deep agreement. "My teacher also mentioned a similar issue. My forging skills have improved too quickly, but the higher the forging level, the more profound the foundation is required. So he also hopes that I can slow down and focus more on cultivating soul power, spiritual power, and blood power."

"It's good that you understand. The inner academy has teachers or elders who are proficient in these three aspects: soul power, spiritual power, and blood power. You can go and ask them for advice, but this will cost contribution points." Feng Wuyu slapped Qian Mo on the shoulder in a carefree manner and said enthusiastically.

"But don't worry, we blacksmiths are all big contributors to contribution points. The contribution points we earn from forging metal are the highest in the entire academy. If you join my Shrek Forging Association, you'll definitely earn countless contribution points every day."

"Okay, I understand," Qian Mo said, forcing a smile. After thinking for a moment, she decided to go along with Feng Wuyu's words.

"Um, senior, is there anything else? If not, I'll be going now?" Qianmo asked tentatively.

Feng Wuyu waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go. But you're not allowed to join any other associations while you're in the academy!"

"Understood!" Qianmo replied, pocketed the piece of thousand-refined silver, and left without looking back.

Upon exiting the building, Qianmo found herself on a high floor of the main teaching building of the outer college, with the Forging Association not far away.

Not being familiar with the main teaching building, it took me a while to find the stairs. After going down two floors, I ran into Gu Yuena who was going upstairs.

"Na'er, how did you find this place?" Qianmo asked in surprise.

Gu Yuena said irritably, "That strange red-haired old man took you away without saying a word. I had to ask around for a long time before I found out that he might have brought you here."

"You've had a long journey, go back now!" Qianmo took Gu Yuena's hand and started walking downstairs.

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As they walked, Qianmo vividly recounted to Gu Yuena what had just happened in the forging room.

After listening, Gu Yuena muttered discontentedly, "These teachers at Shrek Academy are all so strange."

Qian Mo shrugged and said helplessly, "Geniuses always have some quirks."

After Gu Yuena "tactfully" declined Qian Mo's offer to "stay together," the two strolled back to their small attic. They said goodnight to each other and went back to their attic to rest.

Qianmo arrived at the second floor of the attic, cleared out a spacious area, and took out an experimental table from his storage bracelet and placed it there.

The screen on the experimental platform lit up and quickly displayed the words "Connection successful".

The image of the intelligent butler Keisha was projected onto the experimental platform. She bowed slightly to Qian Mo and said reverently, "The sacred treasure trove of knowledge has been connected. Please give your instructions, Mr. Qian Mo."

Qian Mo sat at the lab table, leaning back in his chair, his hands clasped tightly together, and asked softly, "How is the second-generation battle armor project progressing?"

Keisha's ethereal voice rang out again, "After 27452 simulations of the core array in the Sacred Knowledge Treasury, we have successfully found the required core array model. Currently, Elder Kong and Mr. Hongchen are steadily advancing the second-generation battle armor project based on this."

(End of this chapter)