Douluo Dragon King: Nine Dragons Break the Abyss

Chapter 21: Saint Craftsman Pan Heng
The old man clasped his fists and saluted towards Leng Yaozhu: "Greetings, Deputy Tower Master."

The other blacksmiths also saluted.

There is no need to explain Leng Yaozhu's identity and status in the Spirit Pagoda. With both strength and beauty, she is like a dazzling pearl.

Leng Yaozhu put Qiangu Qitian down and said with a smile:
"Pan Heng, you guys get up."

Pan Heng is the name of the blacksmith in front of him.

He is also the only seventh-level holy craftsman in the Spirit Pagoda who is qualified to become an eighth-level blacksmith.

The forging that Pan Heng had just performed was the skill that must be mastered in order to advance from level seven to level eight.

The standard for determining whether a forger is level eight is whether one can integrate one's own talents into the metal, giving the metal talents while giving it life and spirituality.

Just now, Pan Heng's first two steps were successful, but when it came to the most critical step of bestowing talent, the metal could not withstand the power bestowed by his martial soul, resulting in the death of the metal and the dissipation of spirituality, thus failing.

This is also a step that most seventh-level saint craftsmen find difficult to take.

"I wonder who this is?"

After Pan Heng paid his respects, his eyes stayed on Qiangu Qitian, like a pervert staring at a good woman, which made Qiangu Qitian feel a little scared.

Seeing the other party asking, Qiangu Qitian was not afraid of strangers: "Hello, Grandpa Pan, my name is Qiangu Qitian."

grandfather?

Pan Heng touched his head, as if he remembered something, and smiled bitterly.

Leng Yaozhu gently tapped Qiangu Qitian's head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Pan Heng is only fifty-three years old this year, how come he has become a grandfather?"

Qiangu Qitian was a little confused. No, uncle, you, you said you are only fifty-three years old? Isn't it said that a soul master with a high level can freeze his face?
Or would being a blacksmith cause oneself to age prematurely?
When I think about it, it seems to be true.

Forging is the profession that consumes the most energy and blood of the body, which is why high-level blacksmiths are so rare.

After all, a high-level blacksmith must also be a powerful soul master, and cultivation also requires a strong physique and blood.

Without extremely strong talent for martial arts cultivation, it is almost impossible to become a powerful blacksmith.

In the original novel, Tang Wulin's first blacksmith teacher was also limited in his blacksmithing level due to his lack of martial spirit talent, making it difficult to advance.

"Hahaha, it's okay, it's okay. I really don't look that young anymore."

Pan Heng didn't care about Qiangu Qitian's address to him and just smiled it off.

What’s more, more importantly, Qiangu Qitian’s surname is Qiangu, and it is the Qiangu together with Deputy Tower Master Leng.

What does this mean?
This means that the two most powerful families in the Spirit Pagoda are closely connected to this child who looks only six years old.

"Little friend, how did you know that my forging failed just now?"

Pan Heng squatted down and looked straight at Qiangu Qitian.

Qiangu Qitian explained: "Just now, when the uncle activated the spirituality of the metal, he did not control the changes in temperature and strength. Although the spirituality was activated, it is not a perfect piece of metal and cannot withstand the martial spirit power injected by the uncle."

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.

Everyone was amazed at how Qiangu Qitian knew so much.

In front of these blacksmiths, Qiangu Qitian did not intend to hide his incompetence.

The seventh-level blacksmith Pan Heng in front of him is a very suitable candidate to be an entry-level blacksmith master.

"You...how did you do that? Also, have you ever been exposed to exercise?"

Pan Heng was somewhat surprised and suspicious.

Qiangu Qitian shook his head: "No, as for how did you do it?"

Qiangu Qitian pointed to his eyes and said, "I can see it."

Pan Heng was speechless. He had been forging metal since he was seven years old, and now it had been forty-six years. When forging, he had only a vague sense of the metal.

It's not like he hasn't heard of talented blacksmiths who can keenly sense the state of metal during forging, but he has never heard of anyone who can do this with just their eyes without having any contact with the blacksmithing profession.

Genius, a well-deserved genius!

Pan Heng quickly made an evaluation in his mind.

His expression became extremely serious:

"Little brother, are you willing to learn forging? I am willing to be your guide."

When the other blacksmiths heard that Pan Heng wanted to accept a disciple, they were all shocked.

They have been with Pan Heng day and night, so they naturally know what kind of person he is.

To use a less favorable adjective, he is a lunatic.

A pure blacksmithing madman.

He spends more than three hundred and fifty days a year in the forge, so it is not an exaggeration to say that he regards the forge as his home.

Moreover, in order to break through from level seven to level eight, he has been in seclusion in this forging room for five consecutive months.

Qiangu Qitian was lucky enough to see the forging of the saint craftsman as soon as he arrived.

He was not interested in anything, the only thing he cared about was forging and the soul power training necessary for forging.

Pan Heng had never done such a laborious task as taking in disciples.

Once upon a time, Qiangu Zhangting, the grandson of the current tower master Qiangu Dongfeng, also wanted to learn forging and wanted to take this man as his teacher, but was directly rejected by him.

The reason is that I don’t know how to be a master.

Qiangu Qitian didn't expect it to be so smooth, and couldn't help asking: "Uncle, do you trust me so much? Aren't you afraid that I will talk nonsense?"

“Hahaha!” Pan Heng laughed and patted Qiangu Qitian on the shoulder with his big hand. “Good boy, even if you lied to me, I’ll admit it!”

"Okay, uncle, I promise you. But uncle, can you let me try?"

Qiangu Qitian blinked his big eyes and asked.

He wanted to try what it felt like to forge.

Seeing Pan Heng didn't say anything, he had to act coquettishly: "Okay, Master~"

……

Five minutes later, Qiangu Qitian was standing in front of a miniature forging table. Next to him, the forging teacher he had just met was taking out a piece of red-hot metal from the furnace beside him.

"This metal is called cycad iron. It is soft, ductile, and not very strong. It is very suitable as an entry-level metal for forging for the first time."

Putting the Yuntie in front and behind Qiangu Qitian, Pan Heng continued,

"When you first come into contact with forging, you don't have to worry about the result. You just need to keep hitting the piece of metal in front of you with the hammer in your hand."

Qiangu Qitian held in his hand a forging hammer that was slightly bigger than his fist. The hammer head was long and square, weighing about seven or eight pounds. The black surface of the hammer had a faint metallic luster.

At this moment, there were only him and Pan Heng in the forging room, and on one side, separated by a layer of glass, Leng Yaozhu and the other observing blacksmiths were all looking at Qiangu Qitian.

They all wanted to see how far this gifted young man could go.

Leng Yaozhu knew about Qiangu Qitian's martial spirit and his elemental power, and she felt a little bit of anticipation in her heart.

After all, her apprentice is talented and she feels a great sense of accomplishment as a teacher.

Inside the forging room, Qiangu Qitian looked at Yuntie in front of him, took a deep breath, and raised the forging hammer in his hand.

(End of this chapter)