Chapter 27: Focused Training

Hall, is it It's just that this statue seems to be her after she grew up, while the one I faced in the Spirit Hall was her younger version.She has many names. One thousand years ago, she was one of th...Recalling all this knowledge about Silver, Tang Wulin picked up his own pair of Thousand Forged Tungsten Steel Hammers from beside him.

The tungsten steel hammer felt cool and solid in his hand, invigorating Tang Wulin's spirit. The listlessness from the previous moments seemed to vanish instantly. In his mind, there was only one thought: Qian Dao.

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The thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer is jet black, but if you look closely, you can see faintly petal-like patterns on the hammerhead. This pattern is also unique to thousand-forged steel.

It took half an hour for the silver to reach a temperature suitable for forging in the furnace.

The silver ingot rose again, Tang Wulin spread his hands, the thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer shimmering in his grip. His eyes instantly focused. He raised his right hand, lightly striking the silver ingot with the hammer, producing a crisp "ding ding" sound.

This strike is called a test hammer. Before a blacksmith begins forging, they use this method to check the ductility of the metal being forged.

Watching him intently, Mang secretly nodded. The child’s aptitude was very high. Otherwise, it would be impossible to lay such a solid foundation in just three years. He was calm and collected, yet incredibly intelligent. Passing on his mantle to him was the most suitable choice.

Before him, the Qian Dao was undoubtedly a very important test. Through his observations of Tang Wulin before, Mang believed that he was capable of completing it, especially after his strength had increased, physical factors were no longer enough to hinder him from completing the Qian Dao.

He's only nine years old this year. If he could complete a thousand forges, he would probably create a record. Currently, the thousand forges record of the blacksmith association is held by a Saint-level blacksmith, at eleven years, three months, and two days.

Tang Wulin naturally didn't know what Meng was thinking. He was now completely focused, all his spirit on the silver in front of him.

The left hammer swung up, "clang!" it landed on the edge of the silver ingot, causing the entire ingot to vibrate slightly. The right hammer followed in a flash, striking the other side.

Although he has not performed a thousand forgings, he has produced too many hundred-forged metal parts. Regardless of what a thousand forgings are like, the first step is to complete a hundred forgings to refine this piece of metal and, in the process of a hundred forgings, to comprehend its characteristics.

Normally, Tang Wulin wouldn't have access to such high-level rare metals for forging. This was his first time trying to forge with silver as it had unique properties he needed to feel and understand before proceeding.

The double hammers swung up, starting a continuous hammering. He didn't use his full strength; the thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer raised by both arms was basically only using three to four percent of its power.

For a moment, sparks flew from the forge, the rhythmic hammering sounding like a lively percussion ensemble within the workshop.

Soon, the hundred hammer blows were finished. It wasn't like a thousand forgings meant just striking a thousand times. A hundred forgings weren't simply about striking a hundred times either. It was about removing impurities within the metal and strengthening its density without damaging its internal structure.

With a single hammer blow, Tang Wulin could feel the strength of this rare metal. Firstly, the hardness of the silver surpassed all the metals he had forged before. Moreover, it was incredibly elastic. With each hammer blow, the rebound force came instantly, as if the silver was resisting his power.

It was just as well that Tang Wulin hadn't used his full power to forge, for this allowed him the ample reserves to control the recoil of the casting hammer.

Ordinary metals would be crushed into a pit by an eighty-pound, forty-kilogram tungsten steel hammer, but even this silver, even when red hot, would only deform slightly. This rare metal with such strength, even if one wanted to refine it through a hundred forgings, it wouldn't be easy.

Three years of forging had long filled Tang Wulin with patience; he wasn't in a hurry at all. Such a good piece of rare metal, even if it couldn't be completed to a thousand forgings, a hundred forgings refinement was still necessary.

Just as one would guard a precious treasure, his hammering force did not increase but rather subtly retracted. Through constant striking, he aimed to discern the silver's inherent grain and texture, to sense its characteristics, gradually refining it step by step.

A smile gradually appeared on the usually stern face of Mang. This child is really clever. He was able to find his own rhythm without any hints from me.

When dealing with rare metals, one should treat them like a beloved woman. During the forging process, one should protect and nurture them instead of blindly hammering away. Rare metals may appear tough on the surface, but once their internal structure is damaged, their inherent properties will inevitably be affected to some extent.

Although hammering takes more time, it is undoubtedly the most secure method. Especially when unfamiliar with a rare metal, prolonged forging can also help to become more familiar with it, feeling the changes in its internal structure.

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Tang Wulin's training became more focused, his whole person gradually entering a strange state. Apart from the silver in front of him, there was nothing else. The simultaneous improvement of soul power and strength increased his physical strength and focus.

He himself didn't know that after enduring such pain, his mental strength had also increased to a certain extent.

Psychic power is not easily manifested below the Spiritual Enlightenment realm, but it is actually omnipresent. Even with great comprehension, one still needs sufficient spiritual support to sustain it.

The enhancement of Tang Wulin's mental power undoubtedly allowed him to be more focused during forging, and his focus time also became longer. His mental power was able to reach a value of thirty-eight in the Spirit Transmission Tower test, which itself was related to his dedicated three years of forging.

One time passed, and the silver-colored object only appeared to have slightly deformed, without much significant change.

Two hours passed, and the forging of the thousand-tempered tungsten steel hammer became more intense.

Tang Wulin's forehead was already covered in sweat. The intense focus and relentless training had left his body extremely weary, but his spirit was unusually exhilarated. Two hours hadn't yielded any significant results; he was still far from achieving a hundred temperings of purity. However, within those two hours, he gradually completed his communion with this piece of silver metal.

If you look closely, you'll find that on the silver surface, every corner has a concave shape. Each indentation is round and about an inch wide. Every corner of each indentation has been hammered countless times by a thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer.

Every bounce, every strike produced a sound, and the vibration of it during the strike itself, all told Tang Wulin about its characteristics.

"Bang!" The sound of the strike was noticeably stronger than before, causing Mang to raise an eyebrow.

Next, the deafening sound of hammering reverberated. Tang Wulin finally began to exert himself!

After two hours of careful feeling, he had grasped the nature of the metal. Now it was time for real forging.

With every swing, his body began to contort, starting from his leg muscles, the power flowing through his waist, then down his back and arms, culminating in the thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer falling. Every strike delivered over three hundred kilograms of force.

The furnace intensity button was below him. He tapped his left foot lightly, and the furnace fired up to maximum. Orange-red flames erupted from the mouths around the periphery, searing the already glowing crimson silver. completely isolating the energy withinCountless golden lights shot out, finally coming to a halt before the old dragon's right palm. 。It looked like a massive vortex, an immense swirl concealing who-...