Douluo: Dream Overlord

"Okay, please take a look, senior!"

Time summoned Bai Meng from the soul tool, and the old man nodded at the shimmering silver staff.

This long stick is exquisite in appearance, resembling a graceful dragon at first glance.

Judging from the material, he was certain, based on his discerning eye, that the material of this stick was of the highest quality.

And it was definitely made by a master forger.

The material should be rare high-quality steel, not some cheap, cheap iron used to make up the numbers.

Iron is lifeless and devoid of spirit, and the weapons forged from it are plain and unadorned, lacking any special effects.

Even ordinary iron, when forged by master blacksmiths, is only incredibly sharp, and the resulting weapons can only be equipped by the lowest-ranking soldiers of the empire.

The armor and weapons worn by the empire's main army were all made of fine steel.

High-strength steel is not only incredibly hard, but it also has the ability to absorb impact.

It can effectively resist the soul skill attacks of soul masters and lethal weapons such as meteor hammers and armor-shattering crossbows.

As a result, the strategically valuable fine steel was completely wiped out by the Heavenly Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, leaving very little fine steel available on the market.

With his years of experience and keen eye, the old man could tell the value and rarity of the stick.

Shi Guang then took out the spearhead and explained the design concept of the long staff and the material of the spearhead to the old man.

Hearing the old man nod repeatedly, Lingjian looked at the long staff in his hand with surprise.

"I never expected that the Dream God's weapon would be made of fine steel, with the spearhead and grip also forged from mithril."

As a direct descendant of her family, Lingjian was familiar with all sorts of rare treasures and the secrets of Soul Masters, so she naturally understood the value of the other party's weapon.

It can be said that fine steel is a scarce resource even within her family. Once someone in the family obtains fine steel, it will be immediately sent to the family treasury for strict guard.

Not to mention mithril, this special metal controlled by the royal families of various empires is not just rare, it's so rare that it's priceless and unavailable.

Even the Spirit Sword family, as the Wind Sword Sect among the four lower sects, only possessed enough mithril to forge just one assembly item.

Mithril, a special metallic product resulting from the mutation of silver, is forged by advanced Soul Master blacksmiths through blood sacrifice and hammering silver. It is classified into different grades based on its quality.

There are four levels: Common, Fine, Supreme, and Divine. The highest level is still unattainable by anyone on the continent.

It is said that mithril of divine quality can exert a powerful effect when placed on the weapons of the gods.

Mithril is easy to hammer, forge, and craft, and the resulting mithril possesses various inherent mithril talents.

Mithril possesses a wide variety of unique talents, which are randomly enchanted onto forged mithril.

Mithril also possesses excellent defensive and conductive properties, effectively transmitting a Soul Master's Soul Power and Soul Skills.

It is very useful whether it is used to make weapons or armor or for other purposes.

The most crucial aspect is the adaptability of mithril, which allows any Soul Master, including ordinary people, to use it and can be integrated into any weapon or item.

Its exceptional adaptability to warfare has made it a war resource firmly controlled by imperial families.

If someone in the Soul Master world were to discover mithril that had been scattered abroad, the news would spread and attract many Soul Masters, inevitably leading to a bloodbath.

"If I report the weapons that the Dream God possesses to the family, I'm afraid that family soul masters will immediately come to ambush and kill him."

After all, fine steel and mithril are both scarce resources, and I can receive a reward from the family for them.

Lingjian looked at Shiguang and shook his head to banish the dark thoughts that had surfaced in his mind.

"The Dream God was originally a teammate who helped me stabilize my mindset, how could I repay his kindness with enmity?"

As Lingjian thought about it, images of time encouraging her appeared in her mind.

For some reason, Lingjian's pretty face turned red, but fortunately, the mask concealed her unusual expression.

"Your weapons are so luxurious, both the fine steel and mithril are the envy of many..."

The old man shook his head and said, "If it were when I was young, I would definitely have been tempted to rob and kill you."

However, now that I'm this old, I've let go of everything, but others haven't. Don't easily reveal this in front of high-level Soul Masters in the future.

They might not be able to handle your rare weapon, and I can't guarantee what might happen then.

"I understand," Shi Guang nodded and said, "The reason I feel comfortable taking out this weapon is because you and the spirit sword are people I trust."

You are a senior with great understanding and righteousness; you would never do anything to betray or harm me.

Lingjian is my teammate. If I don't trust her, who else can I trust?

Upon hearing this, the old man showed a hint of surprise, and Lingjian blushed deeply.

"He said he trusts me." Lingjian thought shyly, "We've only just met today, yet he trusts me. That shows his extraordinary character."

Soul Masters generally admire the strong, especially girls like Ling Jian who grew up reading romance novels.

When faced with a boy like Shi Guang, who is exceptionally talented, powerful, and seemingly from a wealthy family, and is also shameless, his charm is undeniable.

Whether it was the comfort that time offered her in the arena, or the act of piercing a spear with a single shot and shattering a hard shield with a single punch, it was all deeply etched in the girl's heart.

In the passage of time, and in his every move, a seed called liking quietly took root and sprouted in the soil of his heart.

"You're quite the smooth talker, but what you said isn't wrong."

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Although you speak very nicely, strength has always been the only true measure of a Soul Master. I still need to see your strength before I consider whether I should teach you my staff technique."

"Then please take a closer look at my strength, senior."

Time holds Bai Meng in its hands, and faith connects with it through its hands. The whole person and Bai Meng seem to be merging into one, exuding an aura of pent-up energy.

Bai Meng, who had just killed a Soul Master, revealed her murderous intent under the nourishment of blood, adding a touch of killing intent to her imposing aura.

"Excellent! This is precisely the 'momentum' unique to club-type weapons!"

The old man looked at Shi Guang with surprise and said, "This kid is actually telling the truth. It's really not easy for someone so young to be able to gather such an aura!"

Moreover, I could feel the aura emanating from the staff; it was indeed the killing intent one would possess only after killing a Soul Master.

As Time wielded the long staff forward, a gust of air swept through the entire room, slightly lifting the old man's robes and the girl's cloak.

"Excellent! Truly remarkable!" the old man exclaimed repeatedly, then asked, "You're quite something, lad! No exaggeration, your talent is truly exceptional!"

"Young man! Would you be willing to become my disciple? I will impart all my staff skills to you!"

"This disciple is willing!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Guang bowed deeply to the old man without hesitation.

"Hahaha! That's really great! I never thought I'd be able to take on a disciple before I die."

The old man laughed heartily: "Even Heaven doesn't want my skills to be lost!"