Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

"Buzzing..."

With continued communication, the blue-coated copper soon responded, with increasingly intense blue flames surging from it, and the soul power in the forging hammer was swallowed up by it as if it had disappeared into the sea.

As his soul power gradually dwindled, Feng Zaixing remained calm. He switched the hammer to his left hand, wielding both hammers with one hand, while his right hand, enveloped in crimson blood energy, landed on a corner of the blue-coated bronze, continuously imbuing it with spiritual power.

His movements were practiced and skillful, as if he had done them a thousand times, because he had been forging with the power of blood and qi from the very beginning, rather than with soul power.

Blue Pregnant Copper showed no discomfort; on the contrary, it changed even faster. The pale blue halo grew weaker and weaker, while a crimson-gold halo swirled around Feng Zaixing's twin hammers. The crimson represented blood and qi, and the gold represented soul power.

"Blood sacrifice!"

Withdrawing his right hand, Feng Zaixing forced out a mouthful of blood, which landed on the blue copper that had shrunk to less than one-tenth of its original size, before slamming down the final hammer blow!

"boom……"

A ball of crimson-gold flame shot into the sky, rising more than eight feet high, brimming with the pulse of life. Within the flame, tiny angels seemed to be soaring, fully enjoying the freedom of new life.

The next instant, the blue copper, brimming with life, miraculously melted into a liquid state, merging with the forging hammer and then silently flowing into Feng Zaixing's palm, making the pale-faced boy's complexion improve.

Na'er hurriedly handed over an energy drink, took out a handkerchief, and stood on tiptoe to wipe away the sweat from Feng Zaixing's face inch by inch. Her movements were very gentle and tender, and her eyes were full of heartache, just like when Feng Zaixing wiped away her tears when they first met.

"Brother..." Na'er's eyes and voice were filled with deep heartache.

Mu Ye remotely channeled a wisp of soul power, quickly helping Feng Zaixing recover.

"Don't worry, Na'er. When has your brother ever been in any trouble? It's just a minor issue."

Feng Zaixing snapped out of his reverie and chuckled, casting an expectant glance at Zhenhua. "Teacher?"

"With mind and spirit as one, you forge countless lives. The metal you personally imbued with life has fused with your forging hammer, elevating it to a spirit-forging grade hammer, and it has dissolved into your body."

Zhenhua's voice carried a sacred quality, solemn and excited, as he stared at Feng Zaixing and slowly said:

"Although I find this astounding, I must say it now: Zaixing, you have created a history that is probably unsurpassable by anyone else: the youngest Level 5 Blacksmith."

"Congratulations, you have truly entered the hall of blacksmiths and possessed your own spirituality."

Zhenhua sighed and said with some emotion, "You have mastered all the basic forging techniques. Next, you should focus your cultivation on soul power cultivation. You can spend three years consolidating this spiritual forging skill and naturally become a sixth-grade master craftsman."

"I've heard that starting from the Spirit Forging level, we blacksmiths have to begin experimenting with mixing different metals together in certain proportions to form higher-quality alloys, and the most important thing about alloys is the formula?"

Feng Zaixing's eyes darted around, and he smiled, "Top-tier battle armor is all built on an alloy foundation. I can't afford to fall behind in my craftsmanship. I'm about to head to Mingdu, so teacher, do you think you could give me some more support?"

Zhenhua rolled his eyes in annoyance and said speechlessly, "Many people in the association say you're too ambitious, and they're absolutely right. You've just finished one kind of spirit forging and you're already thinking about alloy forging? That's the domain of a level six blacksmith. You should break through to the third ring first."

"You've progressed too quickly; it's time for you to take a step back... Ha, I never thought I'd be worried about a forging genius breaking through to a higher realm so fast."

Zhenhua shook his head and mocked himself, but he had no choice. If he didn't suppress him, he felt that Feng Zaixing would dare to challenge the Saint Craftsman before the Seventh Ring, or even force his way into the Divine Craftsman.

If any hidden injuries are left, the consequences would be unimaginable, and neither he nor Muye might be able to handle it.

"Cultivation is not difficult. If I focus on breaking through the barrier, reaching the third ring will be a piece of cake."

Feng Zaixing rubbed his hands together, his face full of anticipation, and said, "So, Master, you've promised to give your disciple some alloy formulas?"

"Here you go, I only have so much stuff. If I don't give it to you, who else can I give it to? My token is in there, it gives me some face."

Zhenhua took out a turquoise spatial ring and tossed it to Feng Zaixing, clearly having come prepared in advance.

"But remember, once you arrive in Mingdu, do not easily reveal your forging skills. At least until you become a Soul Master, do not go to the Mingdu Forging Master Association."

Zhenhua said solemnly, "Our blacksmithing community has seen its status rise steadily since my appearance. Over the years, countless people have coveted our abilities and resources."

"The four top powers, the five major military families, and some ancient soul master families and sects are all watching us, sending their own trained blacksmiths into the association to collect intelligence. I don't know how many spies are lurking in Mingdu, but there are definitely many."

The teacher earnestly advised, "Although most blacksmiths are passionate about forging, there are also those with ulterior motives. Mingdu is not like Tiandou City. Even with my and Old Mu's prior arrangements, we must still be careful."

"Once you become a Soul Master, you can start making battle armor. At that time, you can inform a few people on a small scale, and there won't be any major problems. If it's not for you to go out and train, your battle armor can be made by Old Mu for you."

Makino stood to the side with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face, and said:

"Yes, Zaixing, you can find someone to make the first three-word battle armor yourself. As for the last four-word battle armor, I, your teacher, will take care of it. I'm not bragging, but my strength in the field of mecha manufacturing is on the same level as Zhenhua's strength in the field of forging."

"Other level nine mecha builders are at level nine because that's all they can achieve. I'm level nine because that's the current level," Makino said, puffing out his chest with pride.

"I will remember what my two teachers have said."

Feng Zaixing was filled with awe and bowed deeply.

He knew perfectly well that since he broke through to the second ring, Zhenhua and Muye had used their connections to make arrangements in Mingdu in advance. He would always remember this kindness of protecting him.

Na'er's beautiful eyes sparkled, and she jumped up, saying, "Me too! Me too! I'm learning to cook and design mecha with my teacher. In the future, I'm going to design the best battle armor in the world for my big brother!"

"Haha, then I truly have a worthy successor, hahahaha..."

Mu Ye burst into laughter, his eyes filled with joy. His proudest achievement was not the Body Sect's ultimate techniques, but his god-level mecha skills and culinary arts.

Now, the eldest disciple has mastered the innate secret techniques, the second disciple has mastered various schools of thought, and the third disciple has not only inherited some culinary skills, but is also learning his most prized mecha design and manufacturing concepts.

Na'er doesn't have a martial spirit, but that doesn't stop her from learning the vast amount of mecha design knowledge. At a young age, she is already a level three mecha designer. Although she is not as amazing as Feng Zaixing, she definitely deserves the title of a genius.

"It's a pity you can't cultivate, child." Mu Ye smiled bitterly to himself, not wanting to dampen Na'er's enthusiasm.

Na'er has high comprehension, strong mental strength, and considerable blood and qi power; if she had a martial soul, even a useless one, she would be a potential super Douluo, and at worst, she could undergo a second awakening.

In the past year and a half, Na'er has practiced the meditation method of the Body Sect and mastered it quickly, but without a martial soul, no matter how well she practices, it is useless.

Makino could only sigh in regret.

The difference between ordinary people and Soul Masters is too great, first of all in terms of lifespan and appearance. The thought of his youngest and most adorable disciple dying first after a hundred years makes him feel a little worried. His entire sect are people who value relationships.

Damn it, Na'er's family is a bunch of useless trash. Not only do they not want their daughter, they don't even have the ability to pass on their martial soul to her. A bunch of garbage!

……

Half a month later.

"Brother, brother, is this the train to Mingdu?"

In front of the giant Soul Guidance Station in Tiandou City, Na'er, like a lively little elf, held Feng Zaixing's slender hand, looked up, and asked sweetly.

"Yes, after taking the train and changing stations a few times, we'll arrive in Mingdu."

Feng Zaixing held Na'er's hand with one hand, gently touching her smooth, fair forehead with a warm smile.

He is 1.55 meters tall, which is exceptionally tall among his peers. His white outfit is spotless, and he looks energetic.

"Sure, Na'er is quite big from what I've heard. Would you like to walk with Na'er, brother?"

Na'er placed her hands in front of her, her bright purple eyes sparkling with hope, moving slightly.

She carefully lifted her cheek and tried to say, "Na'er knows that brother is very busy. Can you spend time with Na'er every month... no, every three months, just to go out with Na'er? Is that okay?"

"Three months is too long, of course it's once a month." Feng Zaixing shook his head and chuckled. Going to the Spirit Pagoda once a month would always give him time to spend with Xiao Na'er.

In fact, his lifestyle has always been very simple, just like the ascetics of ancient times, until Na'er appeared, and his life was no longer so monotonous.

"Yes, brother is the best!"

Na'er jumped up, revealing two dimples under her smile, looking sweet and lovely. Many travelers couldn't help but focus their attention on this pair of exceptionally good-looking siblings.

It's so pleasing to the eye, so beautiful! I really want to see it up close.

However, when everyone saw the two bald, burly men, Aruheng and Muye, who were over 2.5 meters tall, standing next to the two siblings, their impulse disappeared. The two bodyguards looked like ruthless people.

The crowds surged like a tide, bustling about, while the bright sunlight poured down, illuminating the view of the world.

Feng Zaixing looked at the people coming from all directions, and a few inexplicable smiles gradually appeared on his lips.

"There are quite a few people on this train who deserve attention. I hope I'm not a train killer."

"Mingdu, I've arrived."