Douluo Continent: This Tang San is different

Chapter 75 Forging a spear? No way!

"Really not going to work?"

Yang Long said in a deep voice, "I want to forge a dragon-patterned spear just like my martial soul. It's not that I want Tang San to serve me, but rather I'm thinking about whether I can combine my martial soul with a real spear to increase the quality of my martial soul."

As a transmigrator, he naturally knew about battle armor. Although it was nowhere to be seen in this era, he felt that he could use his martial soul to refine a real spear, improve the quality of his martial soul, and then absorb it into his body.

If Tang San knew this idea, he would only say it was wishful thinking.

A martial spirit is a martial spirit, and metal is metal. The reason why battle armor can be absorbed into the body is because the metal used to forge battle armor must at least be soul-forged, possessing a faint spiritual light, and containing corresponding soul guidance patterns that can be used to circulate soul power and form soul guidance patterns.

Or it could be nurtured by divine power and become a semi-divine artifact.

It must be at least a four-character battle armor.

Yang Long could never have succeeded in forging a spear from ordinary, hundred-fold or thousand-fold forged metal without engraving closed soul-guiding patterns on it.

However, this method, which allows the martial spirit to be integrated with a real weapon, is likely to increase the soul master's understanding of the martial spirit and improve the speed of cultivation.

After all, this can be considered a kind of simulated cultivation environment, only it is extremely special.

Tang San can currently forge iron a thousand times, but Yang Long can't afford that price. Thousand-forged iron has one price, and a spear made of thousand-forged iron has another price.

Not to mention, rifles were contraband.

"This really won't work, sir."

Boss Li said with a hint of helplessness, "Judging from the customer's accent, he's not a local. He must have seen quite a few Soul Masters and commoners. Apart from the Knights and Soldiers of the Spirit Hall, the Heaven Dou Empire, and the Star Luo Empire, and people whose Spirit is a spear, who else carries a spear?"

"Perhaps a blacksmith shop can build it for you, as long as the price is right... but not our blacksmith shop. I have so many apprentices here, and I have to be responsible for them."

Yang Long was silent for a moment, then asked, "Are there any other blacksmith shops around here?"

"No, I'm the only one in Nottingham."

Boss Li said, "Guest, I suggest you have weapons like daggers and short swords made. They are very effective for hunting souls and self-defense. Long spears are indeed a bit difficult to use in the forest."

"Never mind then." Yang Long shook his head and looked at Tang San. "This young man looks quite young, but he must be the best blacksmith around here, right? What's your name? Could you forge a spear for me privately?"

"His name is Tang San. He's a student at Notting Academy. He's the best forger here. He's not an apprentice, but a customer. We really can't make spears." Boss Li introduced Tang San, and also reminded him not to be foolish and make prohibited weapons for money. If he got caught by the Spirit Hall and the City Lord's Mansion, he wouldn't be able to get out easily.

Yang Long ignored Boss Li and stared intently at Tang San.

"Another one." Tang San sighed inwardly and said, "I don't take on side jobs. It's a taboo in every industry. I can tell you don't have much experience in dealing with people. Even if you want me to do it, you should come to me privately after I leave, right? If you ask like that, even if I can do it, I can't. Otherwise, if you get into trouble, I'll be the first one people will blame."

Hearing Tang San say this, Boss Li breathed a sigh of relief, and the other apprentices also became happy.

Yang Long's lips twitched, unsure of what to say, so he could only reply, "My martial spirit is the Dragon Pattern Spear, so whether I wield a real spear or not doesn't matter, right?"

"It's related. Maintaining a martial soul requires consuming soul power, while a real gun can exist indefinitely and anyone can use it." Tang San shook his head. "The nature of the guns is different. Besides, if you accidentally lose the gun and someone else picks it up, I will still be implicated in the end."

"No, make it heavier for me, over 100 pounds, then others won't be able to use it. I'm quite strong." Yang Long had received medicinal baths since childhood, so he was quite strong.

"One hundred pounds, and even more?" Tang San shook his head. "I have to say, guest, you really have no concept of weight. Even if you have the strength of a thousand pounds, the most suitable weight for a weapon that you can hold for a long time is around ten pounds, or even less. The heaviest weight should not exceed twenty pounds."

"Otherwise, what's the use of just being able to lift it?"

"If you're looking to improve your weightlifting skills, dumbbells are a better choice."

The implication is that this is a real world, not a game; even if you have the strength of a thousand pounds, you cannot wield a weapon weighing a thousand pounds.

Even in the original story, Tang San's Trident of the Sea God only weighed 108 jin, but its power was actually the effect of a weight of 108,000 jin.

If someone has the strength to wield a weapon weighing a thousand pounds with great skill, then they should consider whether they are living in a dream woven by others.

"If you insist that I forge a long spear, and it weighs more than 100 jin, then even if you have the strength of a thousand jin, this spear will not be used for fighting, but for training. I think the heaviest weight you can handle is around 50 jin."

Tang San continued, "After all, a thousand jin of strength can only be used in an explosive state, not in a normal state, right?"

Yang Long had nothing to say, after all, Tang San's analysis was indeed very reasonable, and his own strength was not yet up to the level of a thousand jin. Without the support of his soul power, he could only lift an object weighing nearly nine hundred jin, which was not yet the true strength of a thousand jin of physical body.

If he were to actually wield a spear weighing a hundred pounds, it might indeed become a burden, just as Tang San analyzed.

While carrying heavy loads for training can be effective, if done in moderation, it can leave undetectable internal injuries, which would be counterproductive.

Within the clan, with Yang Wudi watching over him, there were no problems. But outside, he couldn't control the situation within his body, and he couldn't detect whether there were any hidden injuries.

"Okay, I need a 50-pound spear. Can you handle it?" Yang Long decided to listen to the "protagonist's" suggestion.

"No, didn't I say before? Spears are contraband." Tang San shook his head.

"The kind I use for practice, you can't even use it?" Yang Long felt that Tang San was playing a trick on him, and his tone became a bit harsh.

"That's acceptable, after all, we need to consider the commoner children whose spirit is a spear." Tang San changed the subject, "However, the guest must first go to the Spirit Hall to register, and then go to the City Lord's Mansion in Notting City to register with the City Lord and obtain a joint permission certificate, which means stamping two seals on your spirit certificate."

Yang Long was dumbfounded: "This is so complicated? A commoner Soul Master whose Martial Soul is a spear can get a stamp?"

"A stamp from the Spirit Hall is attainable, but a stamp from the City Lord's Mansion is not so certain; it requires bribery. For commoner children, they simply cannot even see the City Lord," Tang San sighed. "However, with a stamp from the Spirit Hall, commoner children can use wooden spears, which is sufficient for them who are still studying at the primary Soul Master Academy. And if they can become Soul Masters before graduation, then their talent is decent, and the City Lord will no longer make things difficult for them."

Yang Long: "..."

(End of this chapter)