Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

If Tang Wulin in the past could only passively accept everything that happened to him, then after learning about the existence of the Golden Dragon King's seal, he realized for the first time—

It's not that I'm without the potential to become stronger.

Those eighteen seals were like knives hanging over his head.

But it is also a path that lies before him.

The power of the Golden Dragon King can bring death, but it can also bring opportunities to change one's fate.

He has one week left.

The typhoon bought him a week.

He couldn't let the million federal dollars his father had earned by returning to the dangerous world just sit in his account. He wanted to use that money to survive and to become stronger.

Tang Wulin stopped and took out a soul-guided communicator from his storage ring, quickly dialing one of the few numbers recorded on it.

The communication was quickly established.

"Wu Lin?" A gentle voice came from the other side.

Tang Wulin didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "Master Cen, I'd like to take the Level 3 Blacksmith assessment. Is that possible now?"

On the other end of the communication was Cen Yue, a master forging craftsman.

"Now?" Cen Yue asked instinctively, "Isn't it getting a bit late... Wait, what did you just say?"

His voice was noticeably louder.

"A Level 3 Blacksmith Assessment?"

"Is it not okay?" Tang Wulin held the communicator and stopped walking.

A hint of disappointment flashed across his eyes.

The typhoon is coming tonight. If things don't go smoothly today, and it actually makes landfall, the association might not be able to conduct its assessments as scheduled. Then his plans will be delayed again.

My heart, which had been burning with passion, felt as if it had been blown by a cold wind.

On the other end of the soul communication, Cen Yue remained silent for a moment.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, Cen Yue was sitting in a restaurant.

He wasn't alone. Sitting opposite him was Mu Chen, the president of the East Sea City Blacksmith Association and a Saint-level blacksmith master. Beside Mu Chen sat his daughter, Mu Xi.

Mu Chen noticed the change in Cen Yue's expression and couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Who would make you make that face if they were taking the Level 3 exam?"

For the Blacksmiths' Association, having another master-level blacksmith is certainly a good thing. But the shock on Cen Yue's face was clearly not just because someone was going to take the Level 3 exam.

Cen Yue put down the communicator, his expression somewhat strange.

You'd never guess.

Mu Chen's eyes flickered slightly.

In fact, when Cen Yue said those words, a face that still looked childish appeared in his mind.

"That child?"

Cen Yue nodded.

"He said he wants to take the Level 3 Blacksmith exam now. But it's getting late, you see…"

A flicker of shock flashed in Mu Chen's eyes.

Even he couldn't remain truly calm when he heard the news.

Nine years old.

A level two blacksmith is already quite impressive.

What does being a Level 3 Blacksmith mean?

It means to forge a thousand times.

This means truly stepping into the realm of master forging.

Mu Chen took a deep breath, calmed himself, and said in a deep voice, "Tell him to come over now. The assessment can proceed."

"it is good."

Cen Yue picked up the soul-guided communicator again.

"Wu Lin, come on. The president has given special permission for you to take the test now."

On the other end of the communication, Tang Wulin's voice became noticeably louder.

"Okay! I'll be right there."

The communication was disconnected.

Mu Xi looked at her father, then at Cen Yue, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Dad, what are you talking about? It's so late, and someone is still here to take the Level 3 Blacksmith exam? Why are you all so surprised?"

Mu Chen sighed softly and reached out to pat his daughter's head.

"Xi Xi, there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. The person who will be taking the test tonight is Tang Wulin."

Mu Xi was stunned at first.

The next moment, she suddenly stood up as if she had been bounced up by something.

"impossible!"

Her voice rose several decibels.

"How old is he? How could he possibly pass Level 3? Level 3 requires a thousand repetitions!"

Mu Chen did not blame her for her loss of composure, but simply turned to look at Cen Yue.

"Let's settle the bill and head back to the association."

He slowly stood up, a serious look now in his eyes.

"Hearing is unreliable, seeing is believing."

"Tonight, we will witness this miracle ourselves."

……

When Tang Wulin arrived at the Forging Masters Association, it was already completely dark.

The association's doors were still open, but the lights in the hall were much dimmer than during the day, and the usual bustling atmosphere made it seem particularly empty.

It was indeed very late.

Moreover, with the typhoon approaching, it wasn't just Donghai College that received the weather forecast; most of the staff at the Forging Masters Association had already left in advance.

Tang Wulin walked into the lobby and, not seeing any reception staff, took the elevator directly to the third floor.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he saw a familiar face.

Cen Yue was standing there waiting for him.

"Master Cen," Tang Wulin hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, "I'm so sorry to trouble you so late."

He was much calmer now than when he had just rushed out of the academy. But as he spoke, a hint of shame still lingered on his face.

Cen Yue smiled and put his arm around Cen Yue's shoulder.

"It's nothing. Witnessing a miracle is worth it, no matter how late it is."

After he finished speaking, he didn't ask any more questions, but instead led Tang Wulin directly to the assessment forging room.

Tang Wulin was stunned for a moment as soon as he entered the forging room.

There is more than one reviewer waiting here.

Mu Chen was also there.

Mu Xi also stood to the side.

"President?" Tang Wulin quickly bowed. "Greetings, President."

Then, he nodded to Mu Xi.

"Hello, senior."

Since the minor incident caused by Mu Xi, she hadn't bothered Tang Wulin again. Upon seeing her again, Tang Wulin didn't have any particular thoughts.

But Mu Xi's gaze at him was almost spitting fire.

What makes this kid so special?

At only nine years old, he's already taking the Level 3 Blacksmith exam?

This is so absurd it's unacceptable.

Mu Chen looked at Tang Wulin and smiled, "Wulin, your breathing is a little unstable right now. I suggest you calm down before the assessment."

Tang Wulin's heart stirred, and he immediately nodded.

"Thank you for the reminder, Chairman. I'll make some adjustments first. Please wait a moment, everyone."

After saying that, he didn't delay. He sat down cross-legged on the spot, focusing his eyes on his nose, nose on his mouth, and mouth on his heart, and began to regulate his breathing.

Mu Xi stood to the side, watching him actually sit down and adjust himself immediately under such circumstances, and the resentment in her eyes faded a little.

At least, this composure is unlike that of an ordinary nine-year-old child.

Cen Yue looked at Mu Chen and lowered his voice, "Do you think he can succeed?"

Mu Chen smiled slightly and said in a low voice, "Although I have only met this child a few times, he is much more composed than his peers. He wouldn't have proposed the test if he wasn't confident."

"Besides, he was in such a hurry tonight, something must have happened."

Mu Chen's gaze fell on Tang Wulin.

"It's not too late to ask after the assessment is over."

He paused, then added, "Furthermore, I've been keeping an eye on the level two missions he's taken on recently. The difficulty is increasing, basically reaching the limit that a level two blacksmith can achieve. And the completion rate has been very stable."

Cen Yue smiled.

"It seems the president, like me, has been keeping an eye on this little guy."

Mu Chen did not deny it.

"He could very well be the most outstanding blacksmith to emerge from our Donghai City. As the guild leader, of course I need to keep an eye on him."

Tang Wulin did not actually enter a deep meditation.

He simply used his soul power to slowly adjust his breathing, allowing himself to gradually calm down from the series of shocks that had occurred that night.

My parents have moved away.

The Golden Dragon King's Seal.

Three students from Class One, two of whom had rings.

These things weighed heavily on my mind.

But as he sat in the forging room, as the surroundings quieted down again, and as he began to feel the familiar connection between his soul power and the Sinking Star Hammer, his heart finally calmed down.

Twenty minutes later, Tang Wulin opened his eyes again.

When he stood up, he was a completely different person from when he first arrived.

His breathing was no longer rapid.

His gaze returned to its peaceful state.

That calmness even made Mu Xi feel a little dazed.

Tang Wulin bowed to Muchen, Cen Yue, and the evaluator.

"President, Master Cen, Evaluation Master."

"I can begin."