Douro Continent

Chapter 162 The Blacksmith's Shop (Part 2)

In just three years—37, 38, and 39—he had already become a Great Soul Master? A Great Soul Master above level 20? He doesn't look more than fifteen years old now, and this year is 2643, which means he broke through to level 20 four years ago.

Now, Tie Xin was completely shocked. Even disregarding the fact that the child's Blue Silver Grass was a useless martial soul, judging from his soul power, he was definitely a genius—a genius far more outstanding than his two sons.

"Uncle Tie, have you finished reading?" Tang San asked politely.

Tie Xin silently handed the Soul Master's Notebook back to Tang San. He had already memorized the number on it and could look it up at any time.

"Tang San, I apologize for my previous rudeness," Tie Xin said solemnly.

Tang San smiled and shook his head. "It's nothing. It's not easy for you to run a business. If it were me, I might be even more worried than you, since I'm younger."

Tie Xin couldn't help but ask, "Could you tell me how old you are this year?"

Tang San didn't hide anything, "I'll be thirteen in a few months."

Tie Xin gasped. Not even thirteen years old, meaning he was only twelve, and four years ago, when he was eight, he had already become a Great Soul Master. Was this really true? Could it possibly be true?

"Great Soul Master Tang, I have one last request. Could you let me see your soul rings?" A twelve-year-old Great Soul Master was an absolute impossibility for Tie Xin. After all, there were only seven monsters in Shrek Academy, something ordinary people couldn't comprehend.

Tie Xin realized he had gone too far and seemed overly suspicious after saying those words. A slight look of surprise crossed his face.

Tang San didn't care. What he needed was a long-term, stable blacksmith shop. Gaining the trust of the other party was obviously extremely important. Tie Xin's words and actions gave people a sense of composure, and the scale of the blacksmith shop also satisfied him.

"Okay." Tang San slowly raised his left hand, and a blue light quietly surged within it.

Tie Xin stared intently at Tang San, waiting for the spirit ring to appear along with the martial spirit.

Perhaps a Soul Master's manual can be faked, but a Soul Ring is absolutely impossible to fake; it is the true symbol of a Soul Master's level.

Blue Silver Grass, shimmering with a bluish-purple hue, surged forth from Tang San's palm, spreading instantly and quickly covering the floor of the room after reaching the ground. At the same time, three beautiful spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, two yellow and one purple, pulsating rhythmically and clearly around his body.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, and everything in the room became fantastical.

Tie Xin stared wide-eyed at the spirit rings on Tang San's body, his hands trembling involuntarily.

"You, you..."

Tang San said, "I just obtained my third spirit ring and haven't had time to register with the Spirit Hall yet, so there's no record of me becoming a Spirit Master in my Spirit Master's Handbook."

Three? Were there really three? Tie Xin's heart trembled. Twelve years old, Soul Master, over level thirty, Blue Silver Grass—these words swirled in Tie Xin's mind. His brain was now blank, an indescribable feeling filling his chest.

Tie Xin felt pressure from Tang San, the kind of pressure that a high-level Soul Master exerts on a low-level Soul Master.

"Are you really only twelve years old?" Tie Xin asked with some difficulty.

Just then, the door opened, and a tall figure walked in from outside.

"Dad, I heard from the guys upstairs that a big deal has come in? Ah, this is..."

His tall figure suddenly froze. Under the pressure from the Blue Silver Grass, his martial soul was released immediately, and two yellow hundred-year soul rings rose from his feet.

"It's you." It was Tie Long who entered. When he saw Tang San, he exclaimed in surprise. His expression changed drastically when he saw the purple third spirit ring on Tang San's body.

Tie Xin, having seen some of the world, had recovered from her shock. "Ah Long, do you know Tang San, the Soul Master?"

Tie Long stared wide-eyed at Tang San's third spirit ring, and said somewhat dejectedly, "Dad, do you remember the last time our brothers and I lost to those two teenagers in the Soul Arena? It was Tang San and another girl, the 'Three-Five' duo. Tang San even stopped Xiao Wu from seriously injuring us back then. Tang San, you've already broken through level 30?"

Tang San withdrew his spirit, and the Blue Silver Grass and spirit rings disappeared simultaneously. He smiled and nodded at Tie Long, "Brother Tie, hello. When we fought in the Soul Arena last time, I was already level 29. A few days ago, by chance, I broke through to level 30."

Tie Long said with a wry smile, "Compared to you, we brothers are simply useless. The guy up ahead said the person who brought the big business, could it be you?"

Tang San chuckled and said, "Of course it's me. I came here specifically to trouble you. I just didn't expect this to be your family's blacksmith shop."

Tie Xin sighed inwardly, his gaze towards Tang San completely changing. He might not fully understand what a twelve-year-old Soul Master represented, but even with his limited vision, he could see that Tang San's future was limitless. With a Soul Master like this, what was there to worry about?

"Tang San, Soul Master, I apologize for my previous doubts about you. Our cooperation is fine. Let's proceed as you previously stated."

Tang San secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally succeeding in completing the cooperation. This would give him more time to cultivate and create even more powerful hidden weapons.

"Uncle Tie, I'd also like to buy a set of blacksmith's tools from you, the best quality ones. Could you please have someone deliver it to the academy for me? I'll give you the address later."

Tie Xin readily agreed, "No problem. If you need anything in the future, just come to us as long as it's within our capabilities. Don't worry, I've assigned Tie Long and Tie Hu to be in charge of your order, so the quality is definitely not an issue. I trained those two guys myself, and their skills are the best in the shop."

Tang San said, "Then I'll have to trouble you two, Brother Tie."

After leaving the address of Shrek Academy and paying one hundred gold soul coins, Tang San left the blacksmith shop accompanied by the Tie family father and sons.

"Uncle Tie, Brother Tie, you don't need to deliver it. I'll leave the things to you. Once they're finished, have someone notify me at the academy so I can pick them up. Please also deliver the furnace as soon as possible. And those metal materials I just wrote down."

"Don't worry. I'll have these things delivered to the academy for you tomorrow. By the way, Tang San, Soul Master, does your academy still accept students? If my two good-for-nothing sons could go to your academy, I think their strength would increase even faster." Tie Xin had witnessed Tang San's strength firsthand, and the ability to cultivate a Soul Master like Tang San was absolutely enticing.

Tang San said, "I'm afraid that won't work. The academy has strict requirements and only accepts students who are twelve years old. Both of you brothers are already over the age limit."

Tie Long said, "Forget it, Dad. It's the same at Soto Advanced Soul Master Academy. We'll work hard and try to reach level 30 as soon as possible."

Ma Hongjun had already told Tang San not to wait for him when he left. After leaving the blacksmith shop, Tang San didn't linger in Soto City and returned directly to the academy. For him, the rest of the day would be spent entirely in cultivation. Tang San never considered himself a genius; he was simply blessed with the Xuan Tian Treasure Record, which granted him both innate full soul power and rapid improvement in acquired soul power—all results of cultivating the Xuan Tian Treasure Record. Therefore, he absolutely could not slack off.

The next morning, Tang San habitually climbed onto the roof to cultivate his Purple Demon Eye and breathe in the purple aura brought by the rising sun.

The sky was clear. Watching the rising orange-yellow orb and the distant sky painted golden, Tang San slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. His eyes shone with a purple light, and his spirit, energy, and vitality reached their peak almost simultaneously. He knew he had improved again. Since returning from the Star Dou Great Forest, he had only now fully recovered his original strength.

Although I have to get up early every day to cultivate, the actual cultivation time is not long. The purple aura that appears in the east with the rising sun can only last for a very short time.

It was time for breakfast, so Tang San got off the roof and went straight to the cafeteria.

Before even entering the cafeteria, Tang San could smell a mouthwatering aroma. The rich smell of meat was extremely tempting, and there seemed to be some other flavors mixed in with it.

Upon entering the cafeteria, Tang San was immediately struck by the scene before him. He was definitely one of the earliest students to arrive, yet there was already a busy figure inside.

He kept an eye on the pot on the fire, controlling the heat, and busily preparing various foods. He wore a white chef's hat, and a few beads of sweat clung to his stiff face. It was none other than the master chef. He was actually preparing breakfast for everyone himself.

"Teacher." Tang San stepped into the cafeteria.

The master looked up and saw Tang San. A gentle smile immediately appeared on his face. "You're never late."

Tang San quickly walked to the side, washed his hands, and then came to the master's side. "Let me help you." He knew that whatever the master was going to do, he would see it through to the end, and there was no possibility of him backing down halfway. So he neither asked the master why he wanted to make breakfast for everyone himself, nor did he stop him.

The master smiled and shook his head, "No need, I've already finished. Come, taste my cooking."

(End of this chapter)