Douro Continent

Chapter 6 Useless Martial Soul and Innate Full Soul Power (Part 1)

Old Jack was clearly very patient with Tang San. In his heart, the most sensible child in the village was none other than Tang San. It was hard to imagine how such a father could have such an obedient son.

"Great Soul Master is a title for Soul Masters. Soul Masters are the noblest profession in the entire Douluo Continent. They can be powerful warriors or possess excellent support abilities. But regardless of the type of Soul Master, their levels are ranked according to the same titles."

"Soul Masters all possess their own Martial Soul Power, which is divided into ten titles based on its strength. Each title is further divided into ten levels. Those who have just entered the field are called Soul Warriors. Once a Martial Soul awakens, everyone becomes a Soul Warrior. If a Martial Soul can be cultivated, when the Soul Power reaches level eleven, one will advance to the next title, which is Soul Master. The Great Soul Master is the third title in the entire title sequence. Reaching the Great Soul Master realm means one is already a very powerful Soul Master. That's the overall structure of the ten titles."

"Soul Warrior, Soul Master, Great Soul Master, Soul Venerable, Soul Sect Master, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, and Titled Douluo. This is the origin of the name of our Douluo Continent. Legend has it that Titled Douluos who reach level ninety or higher can choose their own title; they are practically invincible!"

His eyes gleamed with pride. "A hundred years ago, our Holy Soul Village produced a Soul Saint with an eighth-rank title. That's extremely rare in the entire Notting City, and even in the entire Fasno Province."

Tang Hao, standing to the side, curled his lip and said, "Old Jack, that's just a legend."

As if his sore spot had been touched, Old Jack flew into a rage. "What do you mean by legend? Legends are based on facts. Tang Hao, you've been in this village for six years now. You should understand the status of that Soul Saint in our hearts. If I hear you insult the Soul Saint again, I'll expel you from the village. If it weren't for Xiao San, do you think I'd want to come to your doghouse?"

Tang Hao remained unperturbed, continuing to pound his farm tools as if he hadn't heard Jack's words.

Jack glared at him fiercely before turning to Tang San and saying, "You must never be as dejected as your father in the future. Okay, I'm leaving now. I'll come pick you up in three days."

After saying that, old Jack stormed out of the blacksmith shop.

"Dad," Tang San called out.

"Hmm?" Tang Hao glanced at him coldly. Seeing the chill in his father's eyes, Tang San had no choice but to swallow back what he wanted to say. He lowered his head and went back to his room to continue his 10,000 hammering sessions.

As night fell, after dinner, Tang Hao wiped his mouth and habitually headed outside. For him, this was routine—going out for a drink. The cheapest kind of ale.

"Dad, wait a minute." Tang San called out to Tang Hao before he could even clear the dishes.

"What are you doing?" Tang Hao glared at him impatiently. Although Tang Hao had never hit Tang San, for some reason, Tang San was naturally afraid of his father. Even having lived two lives, he couldn't change this feeling.

"I've finished forging those ten thousand times," Tang San said.

"Oh?" Tang Hao's eyes seemed to brighten a bit. "Let me see it."

"Okay." Tang San quickly ran back to his room, and soon he came out carrying a block of iron.

The iron block was entirely black. Although its shape was irregular, every cross-section appeared extremely smooth, with a dark gleam emanating from it. The entire iron block was about four times the size of the original iron lump, and Tang San only felt no strain when he used his Xuan Tian Gong to lift it.

Tang Hao grabbed the dark iron block and examined it closely. "Now do you understand what I'm saying?"

Tang San nodded. "Steel is forged through repeated tempering; even the worst quality metal can become high-quality through continuous forging and refining. Dad, is that the principle you're trying to teach me?"

Tang Hao noticed that his son seemed to have surprised him quite a bit these past few days. He handed the iron back to him, saying, "Then you can continue. Bring it back to me when you've forged it to the size of a fist." With that, he turned and walked out of the house.

As he originally said, he could teach Tang San forging techniques after forging that iron block ten thousand times, but now it seems he has gone back on his word. However, Tang San didn't care about that; he was only thinking about what Tang Hao had said.

"Fist-sized?" Could such a large iron block really be forged to the size of a fist? Although it was only a quarter of its original volume, Tang San knew very well that with continuous forging, the density of the iron block would increase, making it even more difficult to shrink in size. Forging it to the size of a fist was definitely not something that could be achieved with ten thousand more blows.

If steel is forged through a hundred refinements, then what is forged through ten thousand? A bright light flashed in Tang San's eyes. With a slight shift of his feet, he nimbly slipped into his room. Soon, the clanging sounds of hammering echoed once again in the blacksmith's shop.

Three days passed quickly. Every morning, Tang San would go to the mountaintop to do his routine exercises. After returning home, besides cooking, he would focus on forging. He was really working hard with that piece of pig iron. The speed of his hammering increased every day. His Mysterious Heaven Skill helped him quickly recover his strength, allowing him to maintain this continuous forging process.

"Little San, Grandpa's here to pick you up." Old Jack arrived at the blacksmith shop on time. Perhaps because he was annoyed with Tang Hao, he didn't even go inside this time, but just called out to Tang San from outside.

Tang San glanced at his father, who had just finished breakfast. Tang Hao said coldly, "Go. Don't delay making lunch."

(End of this chapter)