Douluo Dragon King: I Have an Minecraft Dimension

The East China Sea Forging Masters Association, top-level president's office.

Mu Chen lay comfortably on the octagonal chair, with top-quality tea beside him, enjoying the warm sunshine in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Cen Yue, who was sitting next to him giving a work report, suddenly let out a strange cry, which startled him so much that he almost spilled his tea.

"What happened? Why are you making such a fuss? How old are you? Can't you be a little more composed?"

Mu Chen took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tea stains off the corner of his clothes.

Cen Yue hesitated for a long time before speaking, "It was that kid Mang Tian who just sent me a message."

"Oh? Mang Tian actually took the initiative to contact you, that's really rare! That kid is quite capable, if it weren't for his martial soul being a bit lacking, he might already be a Seven-Star Saint Craftsman, right?"

Mu Chen said with a smile, he had some impression of this guy who was eccentric but very stubborn in forging.

He may not be particularly talented, but he is hardworking and has already surpassed many blacksmiths of his age.

"The news says he just took on apprentices in Aolai City. The younger one is probably a potential Saint Craftsman... The older one just awakened his Martial Soul at the age of six and has been forged a hundred times with a single hammer blow."

"Cough cough cough, really?"

Mu Chen abandoned his usual demeanor as a master craftsman and sat up directly next to Cen Yue.

Cen Yue opened the attachment, and a video slowly unfolded on the holographic projector in the office.

In the scene, a black-haired boy, who looks like he hasn't lost his childishness, is facing a piece of heavy silver with many impurities, and he is raising a forging hammer high above his head.

Seeing this rare metal, Mu Chen said irritably, "Sinking silver is inherently hard, and this piece hasn't even been heated to a high temperature. Plus, it has so many impurities. It's simply unsuitable for forging. Are you using this blank for the first time?"

Immediately afterward, as the forging hammer fell, Mu Chen swallowed his doubts.

They witnessed firsthand how the originally mottled silver shrank by a full third in volume after Tang Heng's hammer blow, and many impurities were removed.

If it weren't for the lack of the crucial metal sublimation property, Mu Chen felt that this slush silver would almost reach the level of a thousand forgings.

To possess such incredible strength at such a young age, what kind of extraordinary talent is this!

"His martial soul seems to be a golden dragon, a true dragon martial soul, and it also has innate full soul power. I just checked the information, and it seems to possess the attribute of ultimate power."

"Moreover, this child's mental strength is also very high. I obtained Tang Heng's mental strength test report from the Spirit Tower of Aolai City through internal channels. He was already at the mid-stage of the Spirit Realm when he was tested a few days ago, with a total of 251 points."

Upon hearing this, Mu Chen laughed heartily and said, "Hahaha, this child truly is a potential master craftsman!"

To become a master craftsman, exquisite forging skills are one requirement, but more importantly, one must have sufficient soul power and spiritual power to withstand the terrifying consumption during Heavenly Forging.

Otherwise, after so many years, their Blacksmith Association wouldn't only have Zhenhua as a master craftsman.

"Reply to Mang Tian and tell him I understand. Once this child completes the Thousand Refinements, I'll personally bring that old bastard Zhenhua to take him on as a disciple!"

Since Mu Chen had spoken, Cen Yue dared not delay and quickly replied to Mang Tian.

After Cen Yue left, Mu Chen lay down and continued drinking tea, but his mood was noticeably better than before.

......

After dropping the two brothers off at home, Lang Yue went out to buy groceries, saying she was going to cook a big meal to celebrate, leaving the three little ones at home.

Tang Wulin chose to work hard and applied the ointment before going to the small park outside to meditate and cultivate.

Tang Heng stayed inside and continued to write his "Great Love Immortal Venerable" with great effort.

This book was recently featured on the website's homepage and has already garnered a considerable number of readers.

The most generous readers were, of course, the old readers from the previous book. Qingtian Yiqiang and his wife would tip him 10,000 to 20,000 Federal Dollars every two days. Tang Heng could earn over 100,000 Federal Dollars a month just from their donations.

Once the payment for this issue's article comes in, Tang Heng is planning to tell his father to stop going to work.

Mech repairmen do hard, low-paying jobs, and there's always the risk of exposure.

For a few hundred yuan a month, why risk your life?

Tang Heng sat in front of his laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard, producing a series of crisp sounds.

He transformed all the words that appeared in his mind into essence, determined to use the knowledge of the extraterrestrial demons to forcefully infuse the brains of the Douluo Federation people!

Na'er quietly walked behind him, her hands behind her back, and watched Tang Heng silently. She could tell that her brother was very serious, so she didn't want to disturb him.

After Tang Heng finished writing the last chapter of the day and closed his notebook, Na'er finally spoke:

"Brother, what exactly happened last night?"

"After your warm thing entered my body, Na'er felt so comfortable. I... I want to do it again..."

What kind of outrageous statement is this? Officer, I'm innocent!

Tang Heng cleared his throat and said softly, "It's okay, but remember not to say that again, especially when there are strangers around."

Na'er clutched her skirt, her round, fair toes curling slightly like a row of neat little pearls. Her face flushed as she said, "Okay, as long as it makes Na'er comfortable, I'll do anything you ask, brother."

???

It truly lives up to its reputation as half of a silver arowana.

Tang Heng sighed silently, then took Na'er's soft little hand in his.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but Na'er's hands seem softer and sweeter than yesterday.

"uh-huh--"

As soul power was injected, Na'er's toes clenched involuntarily, letting out a soft moan.

Yesterday's warm feeling was so comfortable, it felt like something my body had longed for had been regained.

Tang Heng also thought this cultivation method was quite good, and he was about to break through to level seventeen.

Moreover, he felt that the quality of the nine-colored soul power in the dantian vortex was higher than that of a single Dragon King Martial Soul, and it might be of great use in the future.

Na'er felt instantly comfortable all over, and her body went limp as she leaned on Tang Heng's shoulder, her little face flushed, as if it had been tinged with a rosy glow.

The soul power of the Golden and Silver Dragon Kings flowed between the two, and most of it was absorbed by Tang Heng's Nine-Colored Vortex.

Even so, with just a little bit of the Golden Dragon King's soul power flowing in, Na'er felt very comfortable.

Just as the two siblings were snuggling together, Tang Wulin, who had finished his meditation practice, returned.

"Brother and Na'er, what are you doing?"

Tang Wulin asked.

Na'er blushed and said softly, "Brother Heng and I were doing something comfortable..."

Hey! Girl, you can't say things like that.

Tang Heng quickly interrupted, explaining, "It's like how I helped you deal with the low-level dragon beast last time; it's a kind of cultivation method. We can do it too."

"Really? I want to come too!"

Tang Wulin changed into slippers and hugged Tang Heng's neck from behind on the left.

Well, it's gone from a double flight to a triple flight, that's not bad.

Because Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline is impure, and it is also sealed, the stimulation from injecting soul power may not be sufficient if he is not in a state of martial soul possession.

Since they were all family, there was nothing to hide. Tang Heng immediately switched to the Silver Dragon King Martial Soul, and his appearance and temperament underwent a dramatic transformation.

Na'er leaned closer, her nose brushing against Tang Heng's snow-white neck. She sniffed and said, "Hehe, Brother Heng has become Sister Heng, and he smells even better now~"

"Yes, I felt that too...it really feels good."

Tang Wulin also became dazed, golden light emanating from his body, and he subconsciously released his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

With Tang Wulin's addition, the circulation rate of the vortex in Tang Heng's dantian increased significantly, and the amount of nine-colored soul power being converted began to increase—one strand, two strands, three strands...

Looking at the two little ones nestled beside him, Tang Heng silently thought to himself:

"My sins, my sins."