Douluo Dragon King: I Have an Minecraft Dimension

Donghai City, Soul Guide Train Terminal.

With a whistle, the silver-white Soul Guidance Train slowly pulled into the station.

As the car door opened, a bustling crowd surged out, greeted by the salty, damp sea breeze characteristic of this coastal metropolis, mixed with a hint of metallic engine oil.

Tang Heng and his family, wearing masks and carrying large and small bags, disembarked from first class.

This was arranged by Mu Chen; not only were the seats comfortable and the service attentive, but most importantly, meals were provided free of charge.

Tang Wulin loved free things the most, and he would show off whenever he got a free lunch at the train restaurant.

Having already broken one of the seals, his appetite has increased considerably.

In the end, Tang Heng stepped in to stop Ou Doudou's rampage; it wouldn't be fun if he ate all the food in the food truck.

"Wow, so cool! Bro, look at that! Such a tall building!"

"Brother Heng, what's that?"

As soon as they stepped off the platform, Tang Wulin and Na'er were like country bumpkins entering a grand garden. The two siblings craned their necks, pointing at the towering metal skyscrapers that pierced the clouds in the distance, exclaiming in amazement.

What a joke! They're just two low-level dragon beasts who've never seen anything like it.

Tang Heng was a Shanghai native in his previous life, so the cityscape of Donghai City did not impress him. He even had the illusion of traveling back to his hometown.

Only the aircraft shuttling through the sky and the civilian mechs walking along the dedicated passageway told him that this was reality, and that he was still on Douluo Star.

"This is Donghai City. Will we get lost and not be able to find our way home when we go to school? It feels dozens of times bigger than Aolai City!"

Tang Wulin's eyes gleamed as he surveyed his surroundings.

Although Na'er seemed a little shy because of the large number of people, she was still hiding behind Tang Heng, secretly observing her surroundings.

It was as if they wanted to personally measure the splendor of human civilization.

"Don't worry, we live in the college dorms from Monday to Friday, and we can take the association's car home on weekends."

After the family exited the station, Tang Heng contacted Mu Chen via communicator. Mu Chen quickly agreed to drive over to pick them up and told them to wait a moment.

Just then, a flamboyant black Soul Guide sports car, with a piercing engine roar, drifted smoothly and came to a steady stop on the side of the road.

The jet-black car window slowly rolled down, revealing half of a cold and aloof young man's profile.

The boy had an arrogant expression and was wearing expensive designer sportswear. His gaze was fixed on the exit, as if he were looking for someone.

When he caught sight of Tang Wulin, who was looking around and happened to be blocking his view, he couldn't help but snort softly:

"Close the window, or the smell is coming in?"

"Young master, what does it taste like?"

"A poor, shabby smell."

Tang Heng was standing not far away, and with his soul power cultivation already at level 24, he naturally heard the arrogant young man's mockery.

Upon closer inspection, isn't this Xie Xie, one of the F4 from the East China Sea in the original novel, the two-dagger youth?

Just as Xie Xie was about to roll down the car window and instruct the driver to go to another station, an even deeper and heavier engine roar came from not far away.

A black, soul-guided car, over six meters long, came to a steady stop in front of Tang Heng's family.

If it were just a luxury car, Xie Xie probably wouldn't care much.

After all, this is Donghai City, the center of the coastal economic zone, where many prominent families and wealthy merchants live, and there are quite a few rich people here.

But being born into a wealthy family, he recognized the car's owner at a glance.

The official vehicle of the president of the East China Sea Forging Masters Association!

Before he could react, a burly, distinguished-looking middle-aged man got out of the car.

His silver-gray outfit was quite eye-catching, but what shocked Xie Xie even more was the badge on the middle-aged man's left chest.

The badge has a slightly raised hammer design on a gold background, with eight black stars on it.

Eight stars represent the eighth level of the profession, and the gold base with a hammer edge represents a blacksmith.

Given who the car's owner is, the name of the man from Central South China is almost obvious.

"Mu Chen, the Eight-Star Master Craftsman and President of the Donghai City Forging Association?!"

Mu Chen looked puzzled. How come he was recognized by a little kid just because he went out?

However, he ignored Xie Xie and walked straight to Tang Heng's family.

"Hello, I'm Mu Chen. Are you Mr. Tang Ziran?"

Tang Ziran nodded, grasped the hand Mu Chen extended, and spoke with a slight tremor: "President Mu, hello, I am Tang Ziran, and this is my wife Lang Yue. They are both my children."

After exchanging pleasantries, Mu Chen's gaze fell on Tang Heng. The more he looked at him, the more pleasing he became. The gleam in his eyes made Tang Heng shiver involuntarily.

It felt like I was being watched as I walked the streets of Chengdu.

"You must be tired from your long journey. Just leave your luggage to my subordinates. How about we go to Donghai Restaurant for a meal first?"

"Yes, thank you for your trouble, President Mu."

Mu Chen laughed and said, "Calling me 'Chairman' is too formal. Just call me Uncle Mu."

Tang Heng and his family got into Mu Chen's car, leaving Xie Xie stunned and still trying to figure out their identities.

Before leaving, the rear window slowly rolled down.

Tang Heng and Xie Xie locked eyes.

"Tch, country bumpkin."

The car window was then quickly closed, giving Xie Xie no chance to retort. The specially designed soul-guided car engine roared, leaving him only with exhaust fumes and his pent-up resentment.

......

After a satisfying meal, Tang Ziran and his wife took Na'er and went back to their new home first.

The Tang brothers were naturally taken back to the Forging Masters Association by Mu Chen.

Through his observations along the way, Mu Chen became increasingly satisfied with the Tang Heng brothers.

Putting aside his terrifying talent, his composure and calm demeanor in the face of an eight-star master craftsman already surpasses that of his peers by a great deal.

As soon as they entered the association's gate, a young girl spotted them, immediately dropped what she was doing, and ran over.

"dad!"

"Oh, Xiaoxi, you're here too."

The girl looked to be eleven or twelve years old, tall and slender, wearing an exquisite white blacksmith's uniform, with her long golden hair tied in a ponytail, giving her a capable and efficient appearance.

Hearing that shout, Tang Heng was certain that the girl in front of him was Mu Xi, Mu Chen's daughter.

"Let me introduce you, this is my daughter, Mu Xi," Mu Chen said. "She's currently taking the Level 2 Blacksmith exam. I heard that two little geniuses have come to Aolai City. I originally planned to meet you later, but I didn't expect this brat to be so impatient."

Mu Xi is very beautiful, although she is not as beautiful as Na'er.

She had an air of arrogance about her, and was scrutinizing the two brothers with a critical gaze.

"You're Tang Heng, the genius who forged a single weapon to the highest grade?"

"Um."

Mu Xi took a few steps closer, circled around Tang Heng, and then said, "He doesn't look that great, except he's fairly handsome."

Tang Heng could sense the provocation in Mu Xi's words. Perhaps it was because Mu Chen, that roughneck, praised her behind her back every day, which hurt the poor self-esteem of this genius girl.

He could understand this feeling very well; it was like how parents in a past life would always talk about how great the older brother next door was.

Even though he didn't have much interaction with that older brother, he still couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted.

"How dare you talk like that? Xiao Heng, aren't you going to conduct a blacksmith level assessment later? Show this little girl what it means to be outmatched and know that there are always people more skilled than you."

Tang Heng revealed a strange smile and silently took out a book with a durability of 3 enchantment from his backpack.

"Yes, President Mu, please provide me with a forging room now."