Douluo Continent, my martial soul is the Silver Dragon King.

Douluo Continent, Gengxin City of the Star Luo Empire.

A towering building, over thirty meters tall, stands majestically. Above the building hangs a dark iron plaque, blank except for two raised images: a hammer and a chisel.

On the top floor of a high-rise building, in a closed room, a shirtless boy is vigorously hammering a rectangular piece of metal that is red-hot from the heat of a fire, holding a forging hammer.

"Nine hundred and ninety-one, nine hundred and ninety-two, nine hundred and ninety-three..."

With each strike, the boy increased the force in his hand.

Sweat and sparks of fire mingled and swirled in the room.

When the boy counted to nine hundred and ninety-nine, his gaze suddenly sharpened, as if all his fatigue had vanished.

He swung his arm suddenly, and the heavy hammer, accompanied by a howling gale, slammed down onto the scorching metal—

"one thousand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling silver light suddenly broke through the constraints of the furnace fire, instantly turning the entire forging room into a silvery white.

A small knife had appeared in the boy's other hand without him noticing.

He quickly pricked his index finger, flicking a drop of blood precisely at the silver light.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

Blood dripped onto the silvery surface, wisps of smoke rose, and the flames died down, revealing the true form of the metal. The metal, which had once shone with silver light, had now turned into a plain, unadorned dark gray.

The boy, panting heavily, stared at the metal in front of him, sweat dripping down his firm and well-defined eight-pack abs.

A middle-aged man approached slowly, clapping his hands with approval on his face.

"Lu Chen, I never expected you to actually achieve the Thousand Refinements level!"

Lu Chen smiled wryly at the middle-aged man, "Uncle Silong, please don't tease me. It took me two years of hard work to barely reach the thousandth level of refinement. My talent is too ordinary."

Lu Chen picked up a towel to wipe his sweat and casually put on a thin jacket.

Si Long picked up the metal and examined it carefully, his satisfaction undisguised. "Lu Chen, I'm serious. When I was your age, I couldn't even hold a forging hammer properly!"

Lu Chen shook his head and did not reply.

The man in front of me, Uncle Silong, is one of the four true disciples of the master craftsman Lou Gao, and also a master blacksmith who is extremely rare among blacksmiths.

In the original novel, when Lou Gao left the Blacksmiths' Association, he did not hesitate to let Si Long succeed him as president.

It can be said that Master Silong's skill in forging is quite high. For such a person, praise should be taken with a grain of salt; becoming complacent because of it would be a grave mistake.

At this moment, Si Long played with the metal in his hand, repeatedly praising, "Excellent, excellent, excellent! I never expected that the blacksmithing industry would welcome another genius!"

However, before the exclamation had even faded, he seemed to remember something, and his expression darkened slightly. He shook his head, put down the metal, turned his gaze to Lu Chen, and his tone became serious:

"Tomorrow is your sixth birthday, and also the day your martial spirit awakens."

As a master blacksmith, I naturally hope you can focus on forging; after all, you are a rare forging genius.

However, as your uncle, I hope you will follow the path of a Soul Master.

After all, the status of blacksmiths on the Douluo Continent is ultimately too low. If they weren't still somewhat useful, they would probably have been suppressed by the Spirit Hall long ago.

Only by becoming a powerful Soul Master can you have a wider world to explore and earn true respect.

Si Long's gaze grew increasingly dim: "If one is merely a blacksmith, no matter how high one's soul power is, one is nothing more than fish on someone else's chopping board."

"Like me," Si Long said with a wry smile, mocking himself, "even though I'm a seven-ring Soul Saint, I'm still completely suppressed by that six-ring Bishop Miles."

"Therefore, Lu Chen, you must become a powerful Soul Master, not just a blacksmith."

Get some rest today, I'll go with you to awaken your martial spirit tomorrow.

After saying that, Si Long placed his hands heavily on Lu Chen's shoulders, his eyes burning with determination, as if he were placing all his hopes on him.

Lu Chen nodded seriously, "I understand, Uncle Silong."

The two chatted for a while, then Lu Chen waved to Si Long and left the studio.

After leaving the blacksmiths' association, Lu Chen took a stroll and easily turned into a hotel. The hotel owner greeted him with a smile, "Lu Chen, you're back?"

Lu Chen returned the nod and smile. The hotel owner and Uncle Si Long were old acquaintances. To make it easier for Lu Chen to go to the studio to learn forging, he spent most of his time staying at this hotel.

Lu Chen returned to his room, lay back on the bed, and finally showed a look of fatigue on his face.

He wasn't from Douluo Continent; he came from the distant planet Earth. Moreover, this wasn't his first time traveling through time.

He was originally a model youth on Earth, but because he slighted the Great Fortune Celestial Venerable, he was transported to Douluo Continent.

He initially arrived in the era of the Dragon King Legend. The familiar objects—elevators, trains, cars, televisions—made him feel right at home. He quickly integrated into that era, acquiring his own martial spirit and forming his own circle of friends.

Later, he became a Level 6 mecha designer, Level 6 mecha maker, and Level 6 mecha repairman, a master of all three, and was highly respected by the people.

Just when he thought he had escaped the Great Fortune Immortal and could enjoy the rest of his life in peace, a giant silver-white dragon descended from the sky, slamming him back to the Douluo Continent ten thousand years ago...

Thinking of this, Lu Chen gritted his teeth and threw a few punches in mid-air.

"Don't let me catch that dragon, or I'll definitely take its spirit ring and extract its spirit bone!"

Lu Chen sat up in bed and reached into the empty space beside the bed. Where his fingertips touched, a belt appeared out of thin air.

This is his soul-guided storage device, hidden within a level-one soul-guided device. Inside the storage device are his "masterpieces of soul-guided devices," and creating these exquisite soul-guided devices is not difficult for him.

In the Legend of the Dragon King, professions are divided into mecha designers, mecha makers, mecha repairmen, and blacksmiths. But fundamentally, the core lies in the two paths of blacksmith and soul master.

The reason he was able to achieve the trinity and progress simultaneously in his previous life was entirely due to his deep understanding of the essence of the Soul Master.

In this life, he was reborn in Gengxin City, a city where every household was engaged in blacksmithing and forging.

The blacksmiths of this era did not yet have their own unique insights, unlike the top blacksmiths in the Legend of the Dragon King, each of whom had their own unique skills and would not teach anyone but their disciples.

The blacksmiths of this generation are more united, exchanging their forging experiences and working together for the rise of the blacksmithing profession.

In this environment, it was much easier for him to learn forging.

With the knowledge he gained in his previous life, he finally reached the Thousand Refinement level at the age of six.

Reaching the level of 1000 refinements means that a One-Word Battle Armor could have appeared in the Douluo Continent 20,000 years ago!