Douluo Dragon King: Light and Darkness, Starting with the Punishment of Light

The Spirit Transmission Tower, the exclusive cultivation room for the deputy tower master.

This is one of the most heavily guarded areas in the entire Spirit Pagoda, and it is also Leng Yaozhu's private territory where she usually studies mechs and battle armor.

The training room was about half the size of a football field, with pale blue soul-guided energy barriers embedded in the four walls. Along one side of the wall, dozens of rare metals were neatly stacked—sunken silver, mithril, refined gold, and black iron…

Each one is quietly displayed in a specially made temperature-controlled cabinet.

The shelves next to him were filled with all kinds of forging tools, from the most basic iron hammer to the precise soul-guided engraving knife, everything was available.

In the center of the training room was a huge metal workbench, its surface engraved with intricate soul-guiding array patterns, with pale blue light slowly flowing within the patterns.

And at this moment, leaning against this control panel is a figure that could make any man's heart stop beating.

Leng Yaozhu leaned against the side of the table, her jade-like hand gently supporting her chin. Her plump, snow-white legs were casually crossed, and her graceful body was outlined in a breathtaking arc by this languid posture.

Today she wore a well-tailored, off-white long dress with the neckline slightly open.

Her long, crimson hair cascaded over her shoulders, with a few strands falling beside her face, making her stunningly beautiful face appear even whiter.

She looked down at the boy beside her who was concentrating on inscribing the soul guidance array, a faint smile playing on her crimson eyes.

"Your older sister told you to try to feel the essence of this portrayal, instead of just imitating it."

Zhou Wei was holding a carving knife, concentrating on outlining lines on the metal plate. Hearing this, his hand paused slightly, but he didn't look up.

Leng Yaozhu continued, "Although you said you wanted to learn forging, your sister is a level nine mecha designer and a level nine mecha maker."

There are very few people on the entire continent who can compare to me, and I wouldn't even go to them if they begged me to teach them.

Zhou Wei continued working, but a slight thought flickered in his mind.

This means that in the field of mecha and battle armor, Leng Yaozhu is one of the few people standing at the top of the pyramid.

With her personal guidance, I can avoid taking at least ten years of detours on this path.

and……

"Your battle armor will definitely have a high degree of compatibility with you by then, after all, you know yourself best." Leng Yaozhu's voice continued.

"That's true. My battle armor will be able to be continuously updated based on the evolution of the two little ones."

This is really exciting!

Zhou Wei's eyes lit up.

The battle armor is continuously updated based on the evolution levels of Dahl and Sarod.

This idea is brilliant!

The characteristic of a separated martial soul is its strong shape plasticity, and if the battle armor can also be adjusted accordingly.

Then his cooperation with the two little ones will be even more seamless.

In that very moment when he was lost in thought...

"Come on, give me your hand."

Leng Yaozhu suddenly got up from the table and went around to his back.

A faint floral fragrance wafted into my nose; it wasn't a strong perfume, but rather a delicate scent that seemed to emanate from deep within my skin.

Before Zhou Wei could react, a soft, warm hand covered his right hand.

Leng Yaozhu took his hand from behind, and gently placed her other hand on his shoulder, her whole body almost pressed against his back.

Her voice rang in my ears, warm and gentle: "Look at this one."

She held his hand, picked up the long, slender carving knife, and gently touched the metal plate with the tip of the knife.

"This stroke needs to be slower, and the output of soul power needs to be even, not fluctuating too much or too little."

Her hands were soft, her fingertips slightly cool, yet she steadily guided his hand, outlining strokes on the metal.

The two were so close that Zhou Wei could feel the rhythm of her breathing, smell the faint fragrance in her hair, and feel the slight vibration of her chest when she spoke.

"Here, the soul power should first flow from the palm, through the middle of the carving knife, and then gather at the tip." Her voice was soft and focused, her breath brushing against his ear. "Feel the texture inside the metal, follow its direction, don't force it."

Zhou Wei tried to concentrate, savoring the subtle tactile sensation of the carving knife cutting through the metal.

But the soft body behind him, the warm breath by his ear, and the fragrance of flowers lingering in his nose made his heart beat faster uncontrollably.

Her long, slender, and fair fingers were gently resting on the back of his hand, guiding him slowly.

The touch was as delicate as jade. Zhou Wei could feel the warmth of her palm and the just-right pressure when she applied a little force with her fingertips.

"Here..." Her voice suddenly drew closer, as if she were looking down at his progress, "Hmm, this is a good stroke."

A warm breath brushed against his earlobe.

Zhou Wei's fingers trembled slightly.

Leng Yaozhu immediately sensed it, stopped what she was doing, and looked down.

Although Zhou Wei's hand holding the carving knife was still moving, the force was noticeably lighter, and the lines were somewhat erratic.

"what?"

She turned her head to look at his profile.

The boy's ears turned slightly red, and although his gaze was still fixed on the metal plate, it was clearly unfocused.

Leng Yaozhu was taken aback for a moment.

She smiled slightly, loosened her grip on his hand, but did not pull away.

She reached out and pinched his cheek.

"Daydreaming in class!"

She gave him a sharp pinch, not too hard, but enough to bring Zhou Wei back to his senses.

"He deserves to be hit!"

Zhou Wei winced in pain, shrinking his neck, and a faint red mark appeared on his cheek where he had been pinched.

He turned his head awkwardly, only to meet Leng Yaozhu's crimson eyes, which seemed to be both smiling and not smiling.

"Sister, older sister..."

"What are you looking at?" Leng Yaozhu raised an eyebrow, released his face, took a step back, and crossed her arms over her chest. "I told you to concentrate on inscribing the soul guidance array, but you've completely lost your mind."

What could he say?

He said his mind was filled with the scent of flowers on her body and the fragrance around his ear?

Then I guess the other side of my face will get pinched too.

Leng Yaozhu couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at his embarrassed appearance.

She reached out and flicked his forehead: "Alright, stop spacing out."

You drew that stroke crookedly, start over.

As she spoke, she walked around behind him again, but instead of taking his hand, she stood beside him, pointing her fingertips at the patterns on the metal plate: "Here, let's start walking again from here."

Focus this time, or you'll get distracted again.

She paused, her tone laced with a hint of threat: "I'll make you carve this board a hundred times."

Zhou Wei quickly gripped the carving knife, took a deep breath, and focused all his attention on the metal plate in front of him.

Inside the meditation room, the subtle sound of a carving knife slicing through metal echoed gently in the quiet air.

Zhou Wei gradually got into the zone.

Those chaotic thoughts from before have faded away.

At this moment, his world consisted only of the carving knife in his hand and the piece of metal in front of him.

A knife.

Another cut.

Soul power flowed from the palm, slowly transmitting along the spine of the carving knife to the tip, and then being injected into the metal in an extremely subtle way.

Each strike of the knife felt like a silent conversation with the metal.

Feel its texture, listen to its echoes, and understand its resistance and acceptance.

Leng Yaozhu stood to the side, her grip on Zhou Wei's hand having already loosened without her realizing it.

Her gaze fell on the piece of metal, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

This little guy...

She silently took half a step back, no longer disturbing the conversation.

She looked at Zhou Wei's focused profile.

She suddenly remembered that when she first completed the core magic array independently, her teacher stood aside in the same way, watching silently.

That happened many years ago.

Time passed by, second by second.

Zhou Wei seemed to have entered some kind of wonderful state.

The rhythm of the carving knife was always vivid and lifelike, neither hurried nor slow, as if it had its own life.

Leng Yaozhu watched quietly, without saying a word.

This is an extremely rare state of being.

Many soul masters may not experience this even once in their entire lives.

And this was his first time.

"Clang—"

The final blow fell.

The crisp metallic vibrato echoed in the training room, like a distant chime.

The moment the carving knife stopped, Zhou Wei felt his entire soul tremble slightly.

It was as if something had finally become complete at that moment.

He held his breath and stared at the metal in front of him.

The final stroke of the pattern has been completed, and the entire core magic array is seamlessly spread across the metal surface.

The lines are as smooth as flowing clouds and water, and every turn is rounded and natural, without the slightest awkwardness.

then

The magic circle lit up.

At first, only a faint light appeared deep within the texture.

Immediately afterwards, the light spread rapidly along the lines of the pattern, one circle, two circles, three circles...

All the lines were lit up at the same moment, and the metal burst out with an amazing golden halo!