Douluo Dragon King: Nine Dragons Break the Abyss

Chapter 20 Forging

Qiangu Qitian followed Leng Yaozhu to her office.

Leng Yaozhu's office is on the 30th floor of the Spiritual Tower headquarters building, which is not a special location.

After entering the office, the decoration I saw was not as luxurious as that of Qiangudongfeng’s office.

Just the price of the spiritual alloy used to make the desk for office is an astronomical figure.

The various decorations are antiques handed down from the imperial era 20,000 years ago, and each one is worth a fortune.

After leading Qiangu Qitian to sit on the sofa, Leng Yaoju walked into a bar next to the door.

This is one of the few things in this office that is not related to work.

Not long after, Leng Yaozhu came over with two cups.

The rich aroma of coffee mixed with milk filled the air. The cup that Leng Yaozhu handed to Qiangu Qitian was filled with milk.

In fact, Qiangu Qitian wanted to drink coffee, but it was obvious that Leng Yaoju would not let Qiangu Qitian, who was only six years old, drink coffee.

He picked up the milk and took a sip. The warm and fragrant milk flowed into his body along the esophagus. Qiangu Qitian squinted his eyes with some satisfaction.

Leng Yaozhu sat on the single sofa opposite Qiangu Qitian, with her legs crossed. Her beige high heels and exposed fair skin gave her a unique charm.

She picked up the coffee cup, stirred it gently with a spoon, and took a sip.

"Xiaotian, what did your grandpa bring you here for today?"

Qiangu Qitian put down the empty cup, wiped his mouth with a tissue and said, "See the teacher, and take a walk around the Spirit Pagoda."

Leng Yaozhu couldn't help but chuckle when she saw Qiangu Qitian's serious look:
"He's a little kid who's so smart and can fool people. I don't know how many little girls he'll deceive in the future."

"How could that be? I'm a good kid."

Qiangu Qitian saw that he was exposed, but he did not feel any shame. Instead, he stood up and walked to Leng Yaozhu, holding Leng Yaozhu's hands with both hands and said:

"Teacher, I don't know when grandpa will be back. Please take me to the Spirit Pagoda for a look."

When Leng Yaozhu saw Qiangu Qitian acting like a spoiled child, her heart softened. Thinking that there was nothing to do today, she agreed to Qiangu Qitian's request.

"Okay, but the Spirit Pagoda is too big. Is there anything you're interested in?"

Qiangu Qitian pondered for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Teacher, is there a blacksmith at the Spiritual Pagoda headquarters?"

"Of course, there is a floor in the Spirit Pagoda dedicated to forging, but there is no legendary ninth-level blacksmith. The highest-level blacksmith is a seventh-level blacksmith."

Among all the second professions, raising the level of a blacksmith is the most difficult.

Although top-notch professionals such as mecha designers and mecha repairers are rare, they are far less numerous than forgers, who only have one.

The reason why there are less than ten pieces of four-character battle armor in existence today is precisely because the heavenly forged metal is so rare.

"Then let's go there."

Qiangu Qitian possesses elemental affinity and the life perception of metal elements provided by his first soul ring. Both are tailor-made for blacksmiths.

Therefore, it is very necessary to understand it in advance.

The forging area of ​​the Spirit Transferring Tower is on the seventh floor of the building, and the walls here are thicker than those on other floors.

When the elevator door opened, I saw a closed heavy door.

Leng Yaozhu placed her ID card on the access control sensor, and after electronic identification, the door opened automatically.

Just by opening a crack, there was a clanging sound coming from inside. When the door was fully opened, what could be seen were independent "silver-white blocks", each with a door in front for entry and exit.

The forging rooms here are all designed independently. This is done to reduce interference between blacksmiths during forging, thereby reducing the failure rate.

The knocking sound that Qiangu Qitian heard came from the forging room numbered 7001 on the right hand side of the entrance, and its door was not closed.

Leng Yaozhu brought Qiangu Qitian in and found that there were already quite a few people standing inside.

Most of them were shirtless, but the strong muscles in their arms and their dark skin revealed their identities - blacksmiths.

Leng Yaozhu and Qiangu Qitian walked in and did not attract any attention. Everyone's attention was focused on the person who was forging at the forging table.

The man looked to be in his sixties. His hair and beard had not been groomed for a long time and were piled up in a mess. The white vest on his upper body was wet with sweat and stuck to his body.

His attention was entirely focused on the red metal on the forging table, and the forging hammer in his hand was swinging in constantly changing rhythms.

The black iron hammer, which was as big as three fists, was like a toy in the old man's hand. Sometimes he struck it quickly, six times a second, almost leaving an afterimage; sometimes he struck it with great force and heavy, using all his strength in every blow.

Qiangu Qitian also wanted to see how the blacksmith forged iron, but his height did not allow it. Even if he stood on tiptoe, he could only see the butt of a burly man.

Before he could ask Leng Yaozhu for help, Qiangu Qitian felt his body lighten and his vision instantly became much wider.

Leng Yaozhu is tall, with a figure of over 1.75 meters and wearing 6-7 centimeter high heels. Her height is as high as many male soul masters, or even higher.

Feeling the warmth coming from Leng Yaozhu's body at close range, Qiangu Qitian felt a little embarrassed.

However, his attention at this moment was on the blacksmith.

Before long, Qiangu Qitian could feel a wailing coming from the piece of metal that had already given birth to intelligence.

At this moment, the blacksmith was summoning his own martial spirit - the Flame Gorilla.

He was trying to integrate the fire attribute of his martial soul into the metal that had already given birth to intelligence.

A red light bloomed on the metal, emitting bursts of buzzing sounds unique to metal.

"Failed……"

At this moment, everyone was watching the changes of the metal with bated breath. Qiangu Qitian's words were so clear in the blacksmith's room where one could hear a pin drop.

People who were closer all looked sideways at Qiangu Qitian, while those who were farther away still focused on the piece of metal.

Soon, facts confirmed Qiangu Qitian's words.

The red metal calmed down after a violent tremor. The vitality that had been condensed dissipated in an instant, and the red light slowly dimmed.

Those who originally wanted to reprimand Qiangu Qitian for speaking nonsense also cast shocked glances at Qiangu Qitian.

After the forging was completed, Qiangu Qitian and Leng Yaozhu became the new focus.

Almost everyone here knows Leng Yaozhu, the deputy tower master, and they are all curious about the identity of the person in the deputy tower master's arms.

Of course, I am more curious about how this child, who looks only six years old, could see the forging failure in advance.

The old man who failed in forging was not discouraged, but just shook his head.

He didn't even have time to clean up the forging table, and he came impatiently to Qiangu Qitian and Leng Yaozhu.

Obviously, he was also very curious about how Qiangu Qitian knew that he had failed in forging.

(End of this chapter)