Douluo Dragon King: I Have an Minecraft Dimension

Because it's the weekend, the Tang brothers don't have to go to class.

Tang Ziran had already told Mang Tian about Tang Wulin's desire to learn forging over the phone yesterday, so she woke the two of them up early this morning.

"I absolutely have to go..."

Tang Heng yawned and said slowly.

After Tang Wulin fell asleep yesterday, he went directly to the MC plane and spent a week killing soul beasts on the primary spirit ascension platform.

I logged out of the game when it was almost dawn outside, but I was woken up before I could get any sleep.

Tang Ziran walked ahead and said irritably, "You and Na'er didn't come back until midnight yesterday. Your mother and I looked for you for ages, and when we found you both unconscious, we were so worried."

"Although you said you're fine, your mother and I are still worried. Uncle Mangtian is not only a blacksmith but also a powerful soul master. Let him check you out."

Tang Heng could only nod in agreement helplessly, and obediently followed his younger brother behind their father.

As luck would have it, he also wanted to buy some rare metals from Mangtian to see if he could forge them himself to make armor and weapons.

Aolai City wasn't very big, and Mangtian's studio wasn't too far from Tang Heng's family; it only took about ten minutes to walk there.

The storefront looked somewhat dilapidated, with a sign that read "Mangtian Studio." Even before entering, one could hear a series of "bang bang bang" sounds.

This is the sound that is made when metal is hammered.

The doorbell rang, and the noise inside stopped. Then the door opened, and a middle-aged man walked out.

The middle-aged man was tall, dark-skinned, and had a full beard, easily reminiscent of Zhang Fei from the new Three Kingdoms.

A sword of benevolence, a... cough cough, my mind wanders.

Tang Heng regained his composure and, together with his younger brother, politely bowed to the uncle he had met a few times before.

"Um, this is my younger son who wants to learn blacksmithing. This is my eldest son. He fainted by the roadside for no apparent reason yesterday, so could I trouble you, Brother Mang, to take a look at him?"

"Okay." Mang Tian nodded expressionlessly, then said to Tang Ziran, "Ziran, you go back first, and come pick up the two brothers in two hours."

"Brother Mangtian, then I'll have to trouble you." Tang Ziran looked at her sons with some reluctance, wanting to say something, but in the end she gritted her teeth and held back.

After Tang Ziran left, Tang Heng and his younger brother followed Mang Tian into the house.

The workshop was messy, with many metal parts and some minerals he didn't recognize, and a large forging table not far away.

Once inside, Mang Tian didn't immediately teach Tang Wulin what forging was. Instead, he had him take two hammers and strike a metal counter, seemingly to test his ability to learn forging.

"Release your martial spirit, and remember not to resist my soul power."

Mang Tian placed one hand on Tang Heng's shoulder, and four spirit rings—white, yellow, yellow, and purple—rose beneath his feet. A heavy hammer also appeared in his left hand; it was his spirit, the Earth Hammer.

Immediately afterwards, Mang Tian, ​​who had been expressionless just moments before, widened his eyes in an instant.

As Tang Heng released the Golden Dragon King Martial Soul, a terrifying aura instantly spread throughout the small studio.

Even Tang Wulin was somewhat affected, and he increased the force with which he struck the metal sphere.

The soul power that Mang Tian had just injected into Tang Heng's body was instantly swallowed up by a whirlpool, leaving not a drop. It even showed a tendency to plunder the soul power in Tang Heng's body through the soul power connection, which frightened Mang Tian so much that he immediately severed the connection.

"What kind of martial spirit is that? It's so domineering."

Mang Tian was still shaken. He was a four-ring Soul Master, yet he had almost fallen for a Soul Master's trick.

Tang Heng waved his golden dragon claw and said bluntly, "My martial soul is the Golden Dragon, and I only have full innate soul power."

"It's actually a Golden Dragon? That's a True Dragon Martial Soul, known as the ancestor of power! Are you interested in learning forging?" Mang Tian asked, leaning closer. His enthusiastic demeanor was a far cry from his previous cold and aloof appearance.

Forging may seem like an easy skill for anyone, but the further you go, the more you realize the importance of soul power and martial spirit to this path.

The reason why I have been unable to break through to the sixth level of blacksmithing is largely because my martial spirit is too weak.

If he had a better martial soul and innate soul power, perhaps everything would be different now.

Tang Heng looked conflicted. He had originally planned to choose a design as his secondary profession, but should he try forging instead?

After much hesitation, he nodded.

After all, I have my own MC dimension, so I have plenty of resources and time. Learning some forging won't hurt.

Who knows, maybe in the future I can use the rare metals I forge to make weapons and armor?

Mang Tian was overjoyed to see that Tang Heng agreed. He hadn't been this happy in a long time since he was trapped in the master craftsman level forging and moved to the small place of Aolai City.

On the other side, Tang Wulin also completed the initial test.

"Uncle Mang, I'm done." Tang Wulin walked over, put the hammer down, and then plopped down on the ground, panting heavily.

Mang Tian glanced at the clock on the wall. Had it been less than a few minutes since he finished?

The test he gave was essentially a way of politely declining.

He had a good relationship with Tang Ziran and couldn't refuse directly, but he really didn't want to teach a six-year-old child who, in his opinion, had no chance of mastering forging.

But everything happening before his eyes told him that he had underestimated the heroes of the world.

His gaze swept back and forth between Tang Wulin and Tang Heng, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Tang Ziran, your son truly has the makings of a master craftsman!

Tang Wulin shook his slightly sore arms, noticed his brother's gaze, and the two brothers smiled at each other.

Why was he able to complete the task assigned by Uncle Mang so quickly? It must be related to his brother helping him teach the low-level dragon beast inside him a lesson.

His older brother is the best to him!

"Ahem, Xiao Heng, go get the hammer that Wu Lin just used. You can choose any metal to forge, and I'll guide you from the side."

Because of Tang Heng's martial soul, Mang Tian was very confident in his power, so he only needed to observe Tang Heng's movements when forging metal, and then point out and correct them.

Tang Heng nodded, picked up the forging hammer hanging on the wall, and felt so light that he thought it was a toy.

Mangtian's studio has many rare metals, but Tang Heng doesn't recognize most of them. In the end, he chose a piece of sunken silver with excellent ductility from the original work.

"Heavy silver? That's quite difficult to forge. Actually, I'd recommend you..."

Before Mang Tian could finish speaking, Tang Heng had already raised his forging hammer high and, relying on the feel of using an anvil in Minecraft, slammed it down hard.

"clang!"

The crisp sound echoed throughout the studio, and others present could even feel a slight tremor in the ground.

Mang Tian's gaze fell on the dark silver under the forging hammer, where the originally dull silver now emitted a pale white silver luster.

"Forged in one hammer blow?! How is that possible!"