Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

Xie Xie's pride froze instantly, and his fists clenched tightly.

The last thing he wanted to talk about was his own face.

But Tang Wulin always manages to hit the nail on the head with a single sentence, and he says it all with such seriousness, as if he really cares.

Tang Wulin raised his hand and patted his shoulder.

"I have something to do tonight, I have to go out. How about tomorrow night, I'll play with you."

Xie Xie was about to lash out, but upon hearing this, he was taken aback.

This guy actually still remembers about fighting me again.

Tang Wulin had already turned and left.

After these encounters, he was no longer as averse to fighting as he had been at the beginning. Xie Xie put a lot of pressure on him, but precisely because of this pressure, he was able to learn something new from each fight. This morning's final battle made him realize for the first time that actual combat and training were not entirely separate.

After the midday classes ended early, Tang Wulin did not return to his dormitory, but went directly to the advanced department.

He stood outside the teaching building for a while, and then the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

Not long after, Liu Yuxin and several female classmates came out together.

"Senior Yuxin." Tang Wulin waved to her.

Liu Yuxin spotted him immediately, quickened her pace, and walked over with several companions.

A senior girl with almond-shaped eyes looked Tang Wulin up and down, smiling ambiguously.

"Yuxin, so this is your type? This junior is really good-looking. He'll definitely be a handsome guy when he grows up."

Liu Yuxin blushed and gave her a push in an annoyed manner.

"Don't talk nonsense." After saying that, she looked at Tang Wulin, her expression immediately softening. "Wulin, is there something you need?"

Tang Wulin handed over the soul-guided camera that he had been holding in his hand.

"Senior, I took some photos for you. But taking photos like this all the time doesn't feel right. Here, take them back."

Liu Yuxin was taken aback at first, then her face turned even redder, and she glared at him.

"Okay, okay, I got it." She took the camera, but there was no blame in her voice. "Thank you. How about I treat you to dinner?"

Tang Wulin quickly shook his head.

"No need, I'll eat at the intermediate level."

He spoke very quickly, even a little too seriously.

It wasn't that he didn't want to eat, but he knew his appetite all too well. Liu Yuxin was treating him, so she couldn't just offer him a free meal; it had to be at least a meal of the second rank. But if he really let him eat as much as he wanted, he was afraid he'd make his senior regret it.

Liu Yuxin was amused by his serious expression.

"Okay, we'll talk about it next time."

Tang Wulin thanked him and then ran away.

Once he was out of sight, the girl with almond-shaped eyes next to him immediately came up to him.

"Yuxin, what exactly did you let him film?"

Liu Yuxin, holding a camera, deliberately kept everyone in suspense.

"Wu Lin is a student in Teacher Wu Changkong's class."

Upon hearing this, the eyes of several girls lit up simultaneously.

"Open it quickly!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Liu Yuxin stopped teasing them and turned on the camera. The small screen lit up, and the continuous footage flipped through the images—it was exactly the series of actions Wu Changkong took: untying his belt, pulling it out, and then casually shaking it straight.

His movements were swift, his expression indifferent, and his profile was excessively sharp.

The older girls fell silent for a moment.

The next moment, the situation spiraled out of control.

"A meal of Class A! Yuxin, sell me these photos!"

"Two meals! Exclusive! I absolutely will not allow anyone to see my aloof and arrogant male god unbuckle his belt!"

"I'll pay for three meals!"

Liu Yuxin, holding the camera, laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

Tang Wulin was completely unaware of this.

He went back to the intermediate section for lunch and then continued teaching in the afternoon.

The meditation technique taught by Wu Changkong is significantly more complex than that taught in the elementary academy. The operational path is more detailed, and the rhythm requirements are stricter; even a slight lapse in concentration will cause it to break. However, once it is truly in operation, the flow of soul power is much smoother than before, and the speed of absorbing external energy is also significantly faster.

It is said that this meditation method is a simplified version passed down from Shrek Academy.

Wu Changkong didn't explain much; he simply stood in front of the podium, showing them the steps again and again. He could tell at a glance who was slow, who was confused, and who wasn't focused. His cold, piercing gaze was more effective than any prompting.

After an afternoon, the students in Class 5 had at least figured out the basics.

As soon as the school bell rang, Tang Wulin was the first to rush out of the classroom.

First, I went to the cafeteria to quickly finish dinner, and then I ran out of the college like the wind.

He has something more important to do today.

Go to the Blacksmiths' Guild, collect your Blacksmith Badge, and pick up a quest while you're there.

Saving money has never been something he can put off.

He's already got a ten-year-old soul spirit, but the road ahead is long. Better soul spirits, better materials, even the occasional premium meal—all of these cost money. Especially premium meals; he still remembers the warm, comforting feeling he had this morning.

I wish I could eat this often in the future.

Thinking of this, Tang Wulin quickened his pace even further.

Just as Tang Wulin reached a short distance from the academy gate, a black soul-guided car sped towards him, its speed exuding an aura that commanded respect. Tang Wulin instinctively stopped and stepped aside.

"Get out of the way."

A clear female voice suddenly came from behind me.

Tang Wulin turned around and saw a blonde girl frowning at him. She was young, but her expression was cold, as if she was naturally impatient.

Tang Wulin didn't argue with her and moved aside.

The girl walked quickly past him. The black soul-guided car had already come to a stop, and the driver got out to open the door for her. The girl sat in the back seat, the driver closed the door, got in, and the car quickly drove off again.

Tang Wulin watched the car leave in that direction, and naturally, he wasn't completely unmoved.

I definitely feel envious.

Donghai City is different from Aolai City. The soul-guided cars, exquisite school uniforms, expensive food, and these children who seem to lack nothing all remind him that there are inherent differences between people.

But he wasn't jealous.

Wealth doesn't fall from the sky. What others can do, you might be able to do forever. Besides, he already has the hammer and the path.

With this thought in mind, Tang Wulin walked with increasingly lighter steps toward the Forging Masters Association.

……

Mu Xi has been in a bad mood these past two days.

It's exceptionally bad.

Originally, the day before yesterday should have been a very happy day for her. She had successfully completed the hundred-fold refining of rare metals and passed all the assessments, officially becoming a level-two blacksmith.

A level-two blacksmith in his early thirteens.

This is already excellent enough.

That was indeed what she originally thought.

From a very young age, her favorite thing to do was stand by and watch her father forge metal. The fire, the metal, the falling hammer, the echo—she was mesmerized and could never get enough of it.

Her father initially disagreed with her studying.

The reason is simple: forging is too arduous and tiring, and girls may not be suited for this path.

But Mu Xi refused to give up.

From the age of five, she kept pestering her father for a small hammer. At first, Mu Chen thought she was just a child looking for something new, so he actually made her a pair of very light little hammers. But after she got the hammers, instead of playing with them for a couple of days and then throwing them away, she imitated her father's movements day after day.

Two years.

Two whole years.

Mu Chen then took it seriously and began to formally teach her.

Mu Xi inherited her father's martial spirit, giving her excellent innate conditions, coupled with her own hard work. To prevent her from ruining her physique, Mu Chen even prepared a lot of medicinal herbs to nourish her body. Developing strength without losing shape is much more difficult than teaching an ordinary apprentice.

But Mu Xi pulled through.

At the age of eleven, she became a first-class blacksmith.

She passed the Level 2 assessment just after turning thirteen.

Before that, she always remembered what her father had said—that at the same age, he might not have been as good as she was now.

Mu Xi knew, of course, that there was an element of encouragement in her father's words.

But she also knew that she was indeed not bad.

However, right after she passed the test, she heard another piece of news.

Shortly before her, someone else had also passed the Level 2 Forging Master exam.

Moreover, the other party is only nine years old.

Nine years old.

When Mu Xi first heard this number, she even wondered if the reviewer had made a mistake.

A nine-year-old level-two blacksmith?

This doesn't seem real at all.

But it just so happens to be true.

What bothered her even more was that although the evaluator didn't say anything explicitly, she understood the look in his eyes. It wasn't just simple surprise, but a kind of respect that only appears when one truly witnesses a higher level of talent.

In other words, in their eyes, that nine-year-old was even better than themselves.

On what grounds?

Mu Xi had been holding this grudge in her heart.

She wasn't afraid of others being stronger. But she couldn't accept that the achievements she had worked so hard for over the years, the results she had finally obtained, were overshadowed by a nine-year-old child she had never even met.

Today, that person will come to the association to collect the badge.

She has made up her mind.

She wanted to see for herself what kind of person this so-called nine-year-old level-two blacksmith was.

Does it have three heads and six arms?

Are you born different from others?

Or is it just a title that some master in the association deliberately created out of favoritism?

Mu Xi raised her head and looked at the logo of the Forging Masters Association hanging high outside the gray building, her lips unconsciously tightening slightly.

She'd like to see—

What right does that guy who made me depressed for two whole days have?