Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

Tang Wulin soon discovered that there was a strangely designed area in the East Sea Academy cafeteria.

There are no chairs.

Everyone ate standing up.

At first, he felt a little uncomfortable, but after eating about ten buns, he suddenly realized that standing up made him eat more than sitting.

The steamed buns at the C-class food window were quite large, with thin skins and generous fillings; each bite was bursting with heat and the aroma of meat. Tang Wulin was already hungry, and now he ate with even more focus, holding a bun in his left hand and a bowl of soup in his right, barely stopping.

At first, Zhou Changxi stood to the side, eating along with a look of resentment.

But after eating twenty steamed buns, his complexion started to look off.

By the time he reached twenty-five, he was so full he could barely breathe.

Tang Wulin simply took a big gulp of soup and then reached for the next one.

People in the cafeteria gradually started looking this way.

It was the first day of registration for new students, and there were already a lot of people. When someone noticed two first-year students competing to see who could eat more, onlookers immediately gathered around. Eventually, even the cafeteria lady couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"How many are there now?"

"That was the forty-fifth, which has already broken the record."

"Wasn't the original record for the intermediate level forty-three?"

"There are forty-three. But look at him, he hasn't stopped at all."

"What's in this child's belly?"

The sounds are increasing.

Tang Wulin, however, acted as if he hadn't heard anything, simply taking a bite of bun and a sip of soup, eating very attentively. He never wasted energy talking while eating, nor did he look around; all his attention was focused on the bun in front of him.

It's delicious, and there's plenty to go around.

These two points are enough for him.

Zhou Changxi stood to the side, completely dumbfounded.

He originally thought he had a pretty big appetite for his age; after eating twenty steamed buns, even if he couldn't win, he wouldn't lose too badly. Who knew that Tang Wulin was far more than just a "big eater"?

That's something else now.

Yun Xiaoye stood to the side, pushed up her glasses, and looked very complicated.

"Now I understand." He looked at Zhou Changxi, his voice neither loud nor soft, "Why you couldn't beat him."

Zhou Changxi looked at him with a dark expression.

Yun Xiao added very sincerely, "You really can't eat either."

Zhou Changxi opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but when she saw Tang Wulin return with a new plate of steamed buns, she swallowed her words.

He admitted it.

I've completely accepted it.

"You win." Zhou Changxi let out a long breath, his whole body slumped down. "The dormitory cleaning is mine. I'll wash all the clothes I got dirty for you too."

Tang Wulin nodded, not even having time to say anything more, and only replied with an "Mm".

Then continue eating.

Ultimately, the intermediate-level canteen set a new record of eighty steamed buns, plus five large bowls of vegetable soup.

When Tang Wulin finally stopped, he felt much more comfortable. He wiped his mouth, let out a long breath, and felt that the stuffiness that had been pressing on his chest since he got out of the car had eased considerably.

After eating my fill, I definitely felt much better.

The crowd slowly dispersed, leaving behind a trail of murmurs.

"Eighty..."

"Is he really a freshman?"

"Is he a Soul Master or a Soul Beast?"

Tang Wulin ignored all of this and simply followed Yun Xiao and Zhou Changxi back.

When they returned to the dormitory, the room was almost tidied up. Although Zhou Changxi wasn't a very good person, he was a man of his word and took a broom and rag to clean up the sawdust and dust on the floor, even sweeping the broken glass aside and putting it away neatly. Tang Wulin washed his clothes and bedsheets and hung them to dry by the window.

With all three of them busy, the atmosphere in the dormitory was much more relaxed than before.

As I was tidying up, the door was pushed open.

Xie Xie is back.

The swelling on his face had subsided considerably, and the small wound on the corner of his mouth had been treated, but his expression remained cold. After entering the room, he glanced around and then tossed a paper package to Tang Wulin.

"for you."

Tang Wulin caught it, opened it, and saw that it contained a stack of Federal Currency.

His hand paused for a moment.

He wasn't unfamiliar with such a thick stack of money. But the last time, he had painstakingly saved it up little by little in Aolai City for three years before finally accumulating enough. And this money in front of him, Xie Xie had casually tossed it over.

That disparity made him feel very uncomfortable.

It wasn't jealousy, but a clear gap that couldn't be ignored.

He bent down to rewrap the money, then looked up at Xie Xie.

"Is that enough?"

"That's enough," Xie Xie said coldly. "I'll pay the compensation first. School starts tomorrow, and you'll come out with me after school."

Tang Wulin did not hesitate at all.

"it is good."

Xie Xie stared at him for a moment, probably not expecting him to agree so readily, and his expression turned even colder. He then turned and walked towards his bedside.

Yun Xiao couldn't help but say, "Xie Xie, that's enough. We'll all be sharing a dorm for many years to come."

Xie Xie paused for a moment and glanced back at him.

"This is between him and me."

After saying that, he lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

Yun Xiao ran into a snag, rubbed her nose, and didn't try to persuade her anymore.

Tang Wulin carefully put away the bag of money, but he was not at ease.

The issue of compensation has been resolved, but this money is ultimately not his own. Xie Xie's willingness to advance the money is one thing; how he will repay it later is another.

Moreover, he understands one thing more clearly than ever before—money is too important.

Whether it's cultivation, daily life, or finding Na'er in the future, money is indispensable.

Thinking about this, he felt even more strongly that he couldn't neglect forging.

"I'm going out this afternoon," Tang Wulin said, looking up at Yun Xiao. "There are no official classes today, so everything should be fine, right?"

"Of course it's okay." Yun Xiao nodded, "But remember to come back before lights out. Staying out all night on your first day of school will definitely get you punished."

Upon hearing the word "disciplinary action," Tang Wulin's heart tightened.

He's very sensitive to that word now.

It's not that I'm afraid of losing face, it's that I'm afraid of being fined.

"I will come back," he said.

After packing his things, Tang Wulin went to the academic affairs office to handle the compensation. Once he handed over the money, half the weight was lifted from his shoulders. At least the most troublesome matter was over for now.

After leaving the academic affairs office, he did not return to his dormitory, but went directly out of the college.

Before Mang Tian came to the East Sea, he said that once he arrived, he should go to two places first.

One is the Blacksmiths' Association of Donghai City.

The other is Mang Tian's own studio in Donghai City.

The workshop is usually empty, but the forging room is available for him to use. From now on, Mang Tian will come over every now and then to check on his progress and teach him new things.

As for the Blacksmiths' Association, that's an even more important step.

He has completed the thousand-fold forging and it's time for him to register for the blacksmith level.

Moreover, after registering, he can officially take on some jobs.

That's not just practice, it's also a way to make money.

Tang Wulin knew very well that he would have many expenses in Donghai City in the future. The living expenses his parents gave him would not be enough. Besides, he didn't want to keep asking for money.

Forging can make money.

He knew this a long time ago and had always remembered it.

Moreover, he's no longer the child who only knew how to swing a hammer when he first started learning forging. He has his first spirit ring, his martial spirit is complete, and he has mastered the Thousand Refinements technique. From now on, he must continue walking this path on his own.

Donghai City is very large.

The academy wasn't too far from the Blacksmith Association, but in Aolai City, it would be enough to cross most of the city. To save money, Tang Wulin didn't plan to take a car and walked there directly from the address.

We walked and asked for directions.

After walking for more than half an hour, he finally saw his destination.

It was a gray building, at least thirty stories high.

The building's facade is devoid of extravagant decorations, featuring only a striking, enormous hammer-shaped logo at the top. That logo alone is enough to identify what this place is.

Tang Wulin stood in front of the building, looked up for a while, and then walked in with his bag on his back.

The lobby on the first floor is very spacious.

Directly in front is a tall glass wall, and in the center of the glass wall is a huge golden hammer-shaped relief, several meters high, which makes the whole hall seem very stable.

Compared to Donghai Academy, this place has a completely different feel.

There were no students, no parents, and none of the usual chaos of new student registration. There weren't many people coming and going, and they spoke in hushed tones. The ground was clean, and the air carried a faint smell of metal and machine oil.

Two young women in gray business attire stood at the front desk.

Upon seeing a little boy carrying a bag walk in by himself, one of them paused for a moment, then smiled and spoke:

"Little brother, who are you looking for?"

Tang Wulin subconsciously felt a little nervous.

This place is different from the academy, and it's different from the studio in Aolai City. But remembering what Mang Tian had told him, he straightened up a bit and spoke honestly:

"Hello, sister. I'm here to have my blacksmith level assessed."