Douluo: The Thousand-Faced Angel in Dragon King

Chapter 37: Thousand Forgings, Grade 1, Level 4 Peak
The surrounding scenery quickly passed by, and Qian Mo felt as if his entire body was enveloped by a fiery energy, making it impossible to struggle. But after just a few breaths, his body felt lighter, and when he landed on solid ground again, he had arrived at a forging room.

This is a huge room, which is in a mess. There are several rows of metal shelves on both sides. In the center of the room is a huge forging table, shining with silver light. It is obvious that it is not an ordinary item, but it is still far inferior to Zhenhua's.

Feng Wu Yu pointed to the rare metals on the shelf and said loudly, "You can choose any metal on the shelf. Do your best to forge the best work within your ability."

"Okay, Master Feng." Qian Mo walked to the iron rack next to him as he was told, looked at the precious rare metals, and finally chose thorium.

"Thorium, this is not easy." Feng Wu Yu crossed his arms and muttered.

Qian Mo opened the forging table, placed the holy flame in it and slowly burned the silver. In his right hand, he held a forging hammer that was completely silver and engraved with intricate and noble golden patterns.

He gently stroked the thorium with his left hand, closed his eyes slightly, and carefully felt the feedback provided by the thorium, which made him very clear about how to strike the first hammer.

Qian Mo suddenly opened his eyes, which had turned golden, and swung his hammer with his right hand, smashing it down hard. The aura of his whole body instantly merged with the thorium.

"Oh my god!" Feng Wu Yu screamed, his face full of shock.

A series of dense roars sounded, and the clanging sounds of forging gradually combined into a wonderful and pleasant symphony, and Feng Wuyu couldn't help but sink into it. This forging rhythm that perfectly matched the metal was definitely the most beautiful music in the forging world.

"Dang, dang, dang..." With the continuous rhythmic forging and the baking of the holy flame below, a layer of impurities on the thorium began to disappear silently, and its volume was slowly shrinking.

The silver lines became clearer and brighter, and gradually golden light flashed on them.

As the final hammer fell, a violent roar accompanied by a golden halo suddenly broke through the furnace's containment, illuminating the entire forging room. Within the halo, a phantom angel seemed to spread its wings and dance. This golden light shot up into the sky, soaring over three feet, and took more than ten seconds before retracting and merging into the metal itself.

"Thousands of forgings have spirits, the first level!" Feng Wu Yu blurted out, staring blankly at the silver on the forging table, who was shining brightly and seemed to be cheering.

Nine years old, Thousand Forgings, First Grade, Peak Level Four—can these words even be put together? Is this world still real? Feng Wuyu grabbed his messy hair, his head a mess.

Feng Wu Yu originally thought that if Qian Mo could reach the level of a second-level blacksmith at his age, he would definitely be worthy of being called a disciple of the master craftsman, but he didn't expect Qian Mo to double his level.

Qian Mo reached out and picked up the thorium he had just forged, carefully observing the delicate and beautiful patterns on it. He said excitedly, "Not bad, top-grade, this is my best work in recent times."

Qian Mo had just entered the fourth level, and this time he was able to forge a thousand-forged piece of metal in one go, which was completely beyond his expectations.

Placing the thorium in front of Feng Wuyu, Qian Mo said proudly, "How's it going, Master Feng? Do my forging skills meet your standards?"

Feng Wuyu coughed, trying to put on the dignified demeanor of an elder, and said in a deep voice, "Not bad, it exceeded my expectations. Don't be proud, be cautious, and remember not to attempt spiritual forging."

When he said the last sentence, Feng Wu Yu's face was serious, and his tone was solemn. "Your current soul power and blood are too low. If you rush into spiritual forging, it will easily cause your mind to be severely damaged, and it will affect your future in forging."

"During this period, you should just take on two forging tasks every day to strengthen your foundation and consolidate your fourth-level realm. Your primary task is to strive for the third ring with all your strength and find ways to improve your Qi and blood power."

Qian Mo nodded in agreement, "My teacher has also talked about a similar problem. I've made progress in forging too quickly, but the higher the forging level, the more profound the foundation required. So he also hopes that I will slow down and focus more on the cultivation of soul power, mental power, and blood power." "It's good that you understand. There are teachers or elders in the inner courtyard who are proficient in these three aspects of soul power, mental power, and blood power. You can go and ask for advice, but this will cost contribution points." Feng Wu Yu patted Qian Mo on the shoulder with a careless slap and said enthusiastically.

"But don't worry, our blacksmiths are all big contributors of contribution points. The contribution points we earn from forging metal are the highest in the entire academy. If you join our Shrek Forging Association, you will definitely earn countless contribution points every day."

"Okay, I understand," Qian Mo curled the corners of his mouth, thought about it and decided to continue with what Feng Wu Yu said.

"Um, senior, is there anything else? If not, I'll leave first." Qian Mo said tentatively.

Feng Wu Yu waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go. However, you are not allowed to join any other associations in the academy!"

"I understand!" Qian Mo responded, picked up the piece of thousand-forged silver, and left without looking back.

After going out, Qian Mo found himself on the upper floor of the main teaching building of the outer courtyard, and the Forging Association was not far away.

I was not familiar enough with the main teaching building, and it took me a long time to find the stairs. Just after going down two floors, I ran into Gu Yuena who was going upstairs.

"Na'er, how did you find this place?" Qian Mo said in surprise.

Gu Yuena said angrily, "That weird red-haired old man took you away without saying a word. I asked around for a long time before I found out that he might have brought you here."

"Thank you for your hard work, let's go back!" Qian Mo took Gu Yuena's hand and walked downstairs.

As the two walked, Qian Mo told Gu Yuena in vivid detail what had just happened in the forging room.

After listening to this, Gu Yuena muttered in dissatisfaction: "These teachers at Shrek Academy are really weirder than the other."

Qian Mo shrugged and said helplessly: "Genius, they always have some weird tempers."

The two of them strolled back to their own little attic. After Gu Yuena "euphemistically" rejected Qian Mo's offer to "live together", they said good night to each other and went back to their own little attic to rest.

Qian Mo came to the second floor of the attic, cleared out an open area, took out a laboratory table from the storage bracelet and placed it there.

The screen on the lab bench lit up and soon displayed the words "Connection successful."

The figure of the intelligent housekeeper Kaisha was projected on the experimental table. She bowed slightly to Qian Mo and said piously: "The sacred knowledge treasure house has been connected. Please give your instructions, Mr. Qian Mo."

Qian Mo sat in front of the experimental table, leaning back in his chair, clasping his fingers together, and asked softly, "How is the second-generation battle armor project going?"

Kaisha's ethereal voice rang out again, "After 27,452 simulated engravings of the core array in the Sacred Knowledge Treasury, we have successfully found the required core array model. Currently, Elder Kong and Mr. Hongchen are steadily advancing the second-generation battle armor plan based on this."

(End of this chapter)