Tang Wulin, you have already chosen your own death!

Forget about the tiny Sun Moon Empire... Douluo Continent.

Of course, this is just wishful thinking.

Ning Tian himself could sense the terrifying power of this technology.

Not to mention the elders of the Sea God Pavilion.

Ning Tian immediately returned to his sect and displayed his battle armor.

The next day, she brought a promise.

One billion gold soul coins!

If you don't have a concept of it.

A ten-thousand-year-old soul bone with true dragon bloodline, like the Golden Radiance, can be bought for one hundred yuan!

The Star Luo Empire's capital, Star Luo City, which is known as "never to fall," only generates 60 million gold soul coins in tax revenue per year.

This time, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School really went all in.

Their demand was not to buy the technology.

Instead, they hoped to establish a long-term cooperative relationship with Tang Wulin, and that, in addition to the internal consumption by Shrek Academy, any remaining shares of battle armor could be given to them first.

The cost of the battle armor is separate.

Tang Wulin's eyes were truly dazzled.

He naturally had no reason to refuse.

Under the witness of the Sea God Pavilion, the contract for ten billion gold soul coins was signed.

Tang Wulin's hands trembled slightly as he held the thin yet incredibly heavy parchment scroll.

He gasped.

This money is so easy to make!

Ning Tian's battle armor component, as the first shot, was naturally designed with great care.

The level of detail and effort required for a single component is no less than that for a two-character battle armor.

That's why the effect is so abnormal.

As it turns out, this meticulousness has brought astonishing rewards.

Qian Duoduo stared longingly at the piece of paper, his eyes reddening. He was a notorious miser, and seeing such a large sum of money made his eyes twitch.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School truly lives up to its reputation as the wealthiest sect on the continent; its ambition is truly remarkable.

The Sea God Pavilion convened that day, and the elders, especially those from the Martial Soul Department, were deeply shocked.

The usually peaceful Moon was shocked upon seeing the battle armor.

They all looked melancholy, deeply aware that they were truly getting old.

The approving glances said it all.

Poseidon Pavilion has listed "Battle Armor" technology as a top-priority strategic project.

What kind of bullshit extreme individual soldier plan is this? Let's take a break.

However, the Sea God Pavilion did not pressure Tang Wulin and Wu Changkong.

They understand the importance of a steady, long-term approach.

Tang Wulin's soul power cultivation is the primary goal.

As for the issue of trust and the origin of the battle armor... hahaha.

Shrek Academy doesn't trust Tang Wulin and Wu Changkong, but there are plenty of other Soul Master organizations that "trust" them.

Tang Wulin's willingness to reveal it is itself a form of trust.

After finishing all of this.

As the holiday approaches, I've gradually become more relaxed.

Tang Wulin decided to make a battle armor anyway.

Shrek Academy, Soul Guidance Zone, Forging Room.

Tang Wulin was shirtless, sweat trickling down his muscular back.

Before him, a fist-sized, translucent, pale gold metal floated on the forging table, emitting a pure white halo.

Glowing Iron is an extremely rare light-attribute metal. It is lightweight, has excellent energy conductivity, and is especially compatible with the light attribute.

It comes from an ancient city ruin called "Demacia".

In that legendary city-state, a witch of light appeared.

The people of Demacia were all killed by this witch who destroyed their nation, and the ancient city-state was lost.

Glowing Iron, on the other hand, is formed from the blood of the Witch of Light.

This is the main material for the core component of the one-word battle armor he prepared for Wang Dong.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Wulin focused his gaze, and the heavy silver hammer in his hand glowed with faint golden patterns.

"when!"

The hammer fell, its crisp sound carrying a strange rhythm.

The glow inside the iron ore ripples like water.

Hammer after hammer, not fast, but each strike landed precisely on the metal energy node.

Tang Wulin used his spiritual power to meticulously perceive the internal changes, guiding the metal to collapse and sublimate inward.

The lighting inside the forging room fluctuated, and the brilliance of the glowing iron grew ever stronger.

It's now!

The final hammer blow came crashing down!

"Buzz!"

The Radiant Iron suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly intense light.

The entire room was bathed in pure white light.

Light it all up!

The metal emitted a cheerful hum, its surface shimmering with a liquid gold-like luster, and a vibrant spiritual energy spread outwards.

Creation of the Spirit Forge, complete!

But Tang Wulin did not stop.

A golden glint flashed in his eyes, and with his left hand, his fingers were like a knife. Without hesitation, he made a slash across the pulse on his right wrist!

laugh!

The blood seemed to come alive, transforming into a thin golden thread that shot precisely towards the radiant Spirit Forged Glowing Iron.

"Roar!"

A deep, resonant dragon's roar echoed.

The moment the golden blood came into contact with the radiant iron, an even more astonishing energy fluctuation erupted!

The Radiant Iron trembled violently, and pale golden dragon scale patterns appeared on its surface, adding a touch of domineering majesty to its luminous aura.

His spirituality surged, and he was faintly touching the threshold of "Soul Forging"!

Metal sublimation.

Tang Wulin's face turned deathly pale instantly.

The loss of his essence and blood caused severe dizziness, and his body swayed, about to fall.

Just then.

A pair of arms reached out and struggled to catch his body.

Tang Wulin's vision went black, and he felt himself fall into a soft and fragrant embrace.

It was even softer than my senior sister's motherly embrace.

"Tang Wulin! You...you're asking for it!"

Wang Dong's exasperated voice rang in my ears.

He pressed himself against Tang Wulin from behind.

The light blue short hair fell onto Tang Wulin's nose, tickling him.

"I'm fine," Tang Wulin said weakly.

"Shut up!"

Wang Dong's voice was fierce.

But she moved very carefully, trying to make him more comfortable.

"So much blood was lost..."

The words were harsh, but the heartache in her tone was so tender it was almost dripping with tears.

So even when Tang Wulin forged the battle armor for her, it wasn't like this!

Why is a blood sacrifice necessary this time?

Tang Wulin caught his breath and forced a smile.

He then directed Wang Dong to take out several black steamed buns from his storage soul tool.

Wang Dong hurriedly handed it to him.

Inside were several warm, dark-colored, specially made steamed buns.

Upon seeing these black steamed buns, Tang Wulin's face showed a look of nostalgia.

Back then, when Wu Changkong took him to the inner courtyard, his grandmaster Zhuoshi treated him to this meal of black steamed buns.

At that time, the old master was speechless after eating so much.

But as he thought about it, Tang Wulin's expression darkened.

After all, Zhuoshi had already perished in the disaster that led to Shrek's demise.

He shook his head, deciding not to think about it anymore.

He picked up the black steamed bun and wolfed it down into his mouth.

After swallowing the steamed bun, a warm and solid flow of qi and blood immediately spread from the stomach and quickly flowed to the limbs and bones.

Some color returned to his pale face.

Tang Wulin breathed a sigh of relief, feeling some of his strength returning.

He turned his head and looked at Wang Dong, whose cheeks were slightly flushed from nervousness, and felt a warmth in his heart for no reason.

"Thanks," he said softly. "It's really nothing. I'm healthy and recover quickly."

Seeing that his complexion had indeed improved, Wang Dong felt a little relieved, but he still couldn't hold back his words.

"What's so good about it! If you act like this again, I...I'm not going to take care of you anymore!"

Despite saying that, he didn't loosen his grip on Tang Wulin's hand at all.

At this time.

A barely audible hum came from the side.

Tang Wulin and Wang Dong turned their heads.

Wu Changkong stood to the side, dressed in white with a blue sword, his expression cold and stern.

But when he looked at Tang Wulin, a rare complex expression appeared in his dark green eyes.

With a strange feeling of "re-examining".

It felt like I was getting to know this student for the first time.

What should we do about Gu Yue?