In Douluo Continent, he tricked Xiao Wu into giving him a soul ring.

"Sigh, it seems I need to spend more time with him in the future. Such a promising talent shouldn't be wasted."

.........

Meanwhile, after spending an hour reading books on Soul Master theory in the academy library, Lan Si left Notting Academy.

Judging by the time, this should be the time when Tang San goes to the blacksmith shop to do odd jobs.

The largest blacksmith shop in Notting City is Otto Blacksmith Shop. The other blacksmith shops are small and insignificant, with very little business. Tang San would never go there, and they would never take him as an apprentice.

Lan Si simply went straight to Otto's blacksmith shop.

Before even entering the door, Lan Si felt a familiar wave of heat rushing towards her.

At the same time, a loud voice rang out from inside the door, "Little friend, what are you doing here? If you're making something, call your parents. Go out quickly, it's dangerous here."

"Has Tang San already arrived?" Lan Si smiled faintly and stepped inside.

Inside the blacksmith's shop, Tang San stood harmlessly in front of a dark-skinned, burly man. The man's gaze was drawn to Tang San, and he stopped what he was doing, looking at Tang San with some curiosity.

"Uncle, hello, I'm here to apply for an apprenticeship," Tang San said politely.

"Little kid, stop fooling around and go home. With your small frame, you probably can't even lift a hammer." The big man paused for a moment, looked Tang San up and down, and shook his head.

"Uncle, please let me try!" Tang San pleaded with a determined look in his eyes.

"I..." The burly man was about to refuse when a clear voice suddenly echoed in the hall: "Uncle Tom, he's my classmate, let him give it a try."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, almost all the blacksmiths, including the burly man, stopped what they were doing, their eyes lighting up instantly as they turned to Lan Si with friendly smiles.

"Ah Si, what brings you here? The boss just went out. He was overjoyed to hear you became a Soul Master and is celebrating with some friends over drinks." The burly man, known as Tom, smiled gently at Lan Si.

Lan Si smiled without saying a word, then turned to Tang San and asked with a smile, "Tang San, what made you decide to become an apprentice at the blacksmith shop?"

Tang San saw that Lan Si did not show any mockery towards him, and then explained, "I am a work-study student who needs to earn money to help support my family. My father happens to be a blacksmith, and I learned from him for a while before coming here."

Lan Si nodded as if she suddenly understood, and said to Tom, "Uncle Tom, let him give it a try. If it doesn't work out, it's not too late to refuse."

"But Ah Si, what if the boss asks..." Tom hesitated.

"I'll talk to Uncle Otto about it later," Lan Si said.

Since Lan Si had spoken, Tom couldn't refuse. He handed Tang San the thick, heavy forging hammer and said solemnly, "Then you can give it a try. But let me make this clear beforehand: this is all for Lan Si's sake. If you can't do it, I will refuse without hesitation."

"Thank you." Tang San replied, taking the forging hammer that was half a foot taller than him. He held it up horizontally, and Tom and the surrounding blacksmiths widened their eyes in amazement, exclaiming, "What strength!"

Tang San stared intently at the red-hot iron in the furnace, exhaled softly, and suddenly swung the casting hammer.

"drink!"

With his feet firmly planted on the ground, he exerted force through his calves, sending the power up his spine. His body rotated slightly, and the massive casting hammer swung diagonally through the air in a semi-circular arc before finally striking the piece of pig iron with tremendous force.

With a loud clang, the hammer rebounded, and Tang San used the momentum to quickly turn around. He swung the hammer again, and with another loud clang, the hammer landed heavily on the piece of pig iron.

Lan Si, standing to the side, watched intently, her eyes gleaming, not missing a single move by Tang San.

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One hammer blow, two hammer blows, three hammer blows... and so on.

After eighteen consecutive strikes, with a clang, the final strike was completed, and Tang San finally stopped, panting and sweating.

While the shape of the pig iron remained unchanged, it had shrunk in size.

Chapter Seventeen: Five Years in the Blink of an Eye

"This...this is actually...the strongest continuous forging technique in blacksmithing, the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique." Upon seeing this, Tom was dumbfounded, his dark face flushed red with excitement.

Tom knew he could also hammer a piece of iron into Tang San's likeness, but it would take him most of the day. Tang San, however, used the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique and it only took him less than a quarter of an hour. How could Tom not be shocked?

Tang San was equally shocked and asked Tom what the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique was. Tom, of course, answered without hesitation.

After learning that his father, Tang Ritian, had taught him the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, Tang San had another conversation with Tom. They agreed that Tang San would come to work every afternoon for a month's wages of one silver soul coin before leaving.

"Haha, good lad, you've found a treasure for our blacksmith shop!" Watching Tang San's departing figure, Tom excitedly patted Lan Si's shoulder and laughed, "I'll talk to your Uncle Otto later, I think he'll be very happy."

Lan Si smiled, walked to the furnace, picked up the forging hammer that Tang San had used before, and turned to Tom, saying, "Uncle Tom, let me try it too!"

Seeing Lan Si easily lift the forging hammer, Tom looked surprised and asked, "Ah Si, are you also born with superhuman strength?"

Lan Si shook his head: "I am not born with superhuman strength. It is just a simple application of soul power. As long as soul power is used properly, it can exert several times or even ten times the strength of the physical body."

Tom suddenly realized, slapped his forehead, and chuckled, "Look at my brain, I almost forgot you're a Soul Master. Since you're interested in forging, be careful. Ask me anytime if you don't understand anything."

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Lan Si nodded slightly, closed his eyes, and recalled the scene when Tang San used the Chaotic Cloak. He took a deep breath, shouted, and swung the hammer fiercely.

"drink!"

With the same movement and the same force, Lan Si swung the forging hammer in a semi-circular arc in the air, finally striking the piece of pig iron that had shrunk by one size.

Clang... clang... the sound of metal striking metal continued incessantly.

After swinging the hammer for the thirteenth time, Lan Si could no longer hold on, and the hammer nearly flew out of his hand. Fortunately, Lan Si reacted quickly, preventing an accident.

"Hoo..." Lan Si exhaled a heavy breath, thinking to himself, the Chaotic Cloak is indeed not so easy to master. Thirteen hammer blows is already my limit. It seems I need to observe more in the future.

"Ah Si, just now you..." Tom swallowed hard and asked in a low voice when he saw Lan Si unleash her chaotic cloak.

Lan Si made a shushing gesture, chuckled, and whispered, "Uncle Tom, stealing someone's skills isn't something to be proud of. Please keep this a secret from me in the future."

Tom nodded emphatically, looking bewildered. He realized that he was beginning to lose sight of the child he had watched grow up.

Thus, secretly learning how to make a cloak from Otto's blacksmith shop became a part of Lan Si's daily life.

Every morning, Lan Si would get up early to do physical conditioning training and review his martial arts moves to enhance his close combat ability.

Classes will proceed as normal in the morning.

In the afternoon, I went to the blacksmith shop to observe Tang San forging, used the Chaotic Cloak technique, practiced afterwards, and learned to forge some gun parts myself. Then I went back to the dormitory to assemble them.

In the evening, I went to the library to read relevant theories about Soul Masters;

At night, he cultivates the Supreme Qiankun Technique and the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Technique to temper his soul power and improve his cultivation.

It can be said that Lan Si lives a very fulfilling life every day.

Even though Xiao Wu successfully obtained the title of Soul Master after losing to Lan Si, she still failed to become the top girl of Notting Academy as she had hoped. She also failed to gain the admiration of Xiao Chenyu and others.

In Xiao Chenyu's words, although they couldn't beat Xiao Wu, only the strongest were qualified to be the head of the academy.

Xiao Wu lost to Lan Si and could only play the role of second-in-command.

This infuriated Xiao Wu, who challenged Lan Si every few days. Lan Si accepted all challenges, thinking that since he had a punching bag to increase his combat experience, he might as well use it.

The result was predictable: every time, Xiao Wu returned defeated and had to admit her status as the perennial runner-up.

A year later, when Notting Academy was on holiday, Xiao Wu went back to Holy Soul Village with Tang San, and the two became noticeably closer.

Lan Si knew that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, they would become siblings—the kind of siblings who were like brothers and sisters.

During this year, Yu Xiaogang approached Lan Si many times, subtly expressing his desire to take on a disciple, but Lan Si unsurprisingly brushed him off.

Just kidding, besides knowing more about different types of soul beasts, does this guy have any other outstanding qualities?

For such a trivial and insignificant benefit, to become the disciple of this hypocritical fellow is simply a sign of utter stupidity.

.........

Time flies, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Southeast of Notting City, at the border between the Kingdom of Barak and the Star Luo Empire, in a dense forest adjacent to the outer edge of the Star Dou Great Forest.

It was already night, and the night was dark and the wind was high.

Inside the dark, dense forest.

A young figure moved forward cautiously.

She looked to be only a teenager, and she wasn't carrying any luggage; she was a girl.

The girl had long, black hair cascading over her shoulders, fair skin, and an unusually voluptuous and voluptuous figure for her age. Her expression was slightly cold. Her black eyes were devoid of any life, clashing with her otherwise strikingly beautiful face. Her limbs were long and well-proportioned. Although she exuded an unsettling, deathly coldness, and rarely smiled, her smiles were genuine and unpretentious.

At this moment, she was cautiously observing her surroundings, moving forward on foot with a look of vigilance on her face.

The black-haired girl was surrounded by towering trees, some tens of meters tall.

Unbeknownst to her, four or five dark figures, taking advantage of the darkness, lay in ambush in the trees around her.

The camera then shifts to a voluptuous figure in black, possessing an even more voluptuous figure than the black-haired girl. The figure lightly touches her chest with her left hand, raises her right hand, and elegantly snaps her fingers, pointing her long, slender index finger at the black-haired girl.

Upon hearing the news, the other shadowy figures activated their martial spirits and launched an attack on the black-haired girl.

A support-type Soul Master with a violin-like martial soul held a violin bow, resting it on the zither, poised to unleash a melodious tune that could confuse the mind and create illusions, thus interfering with the black-haired girl's senses.

Three battle spirit masters with bow-wielding martial spirits drew their longbows and fired dozens of pale purple soul power arrows at the black-haired girl from all directions.

"Pfft pfft..."

The sound of air being torn apart from all around startled the black-haired girl. Two yellow spirit rings rose from her feet, and as she activated her martial spirit, she leaped up, jumping left and right, shifting and turning, flashing to the right front in an S-shape to narrowly avoid the arrows.

But before she could regain her footing, even more arrows swept in, blocking her escape route.

Helpless, the black-haired girl had no choice but to leap up on the spot, listen to the sound to locate the arrow, estimate its trajectory, and use the gaps between her limbs and body to dodge.

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As the saying goes, what is held for too long will eventually be lost, and human strength will eventually run out.

Faced with a barrage of arrows, the girl was soon covered in wounds.

Just then, another arrow shot towards her from the front. The girl leaned back, and the arrow grazed her nose. She caught the arrow, spun it horizontally in the air several times to dissipate its force, and then threw it in the direction from which it had come.

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"Ah..." With a scream, a masked man in black fell from a tree trunk, shot with an arrow.

Before the girl could even catch her breath, a mesmerizing zither melody suddenly echoed through the forest.

She felt a moment of disorientation, and suddenly, an arrow shot from behind. Unable to dodge in time, it pierced her right shoulder. She endured the pain, pulled out the arrow, and threw it away, killing another archer-type Soul Master.