Chapter 13: The Golden Lotus Power Beyond This! Self-learning!

"The power of the first form of the Golden Lotus should be more than this," Wang Feng contemplated without glancing back at the excited bird. "I still don't have a soul ring. If I had one, the first form of the Golden Lotus would likely unlock additional abilities."

In other words, the current capabilities were inherent to the Golden Lotus itself. With a soul ring, other powers of the Golden Lotus would be unlocked, turning it into true soul skills.

"Indeed, very powerful," Wang Feng sensed the mysterious Blue Lotus Martial Soul within him. The first form of the Golden Lotus possessed terrifying healing abilities.

If the subsequent forms reached higher realms, such as the second, third, or fourth forms, what kind of abilities would they unveil? Wang Feng couldn't fathom.

Heading towards a small lake in the distance, Wang Feng intended to take a cold bath to cool his heated heart before continuing his training.

Unbeknownst to him, shortly after his departure, the excited bird let out a chirp, flapped its wings towards a thumb-sized twig, and effortlessly sliced it in two. Even though the twig was tiny, the fact that the bird severed it with just its wings indicated it had evolved into a genuine spirit beast.

Not just an ordinary spirit beast, it possessed intelligence. As Wang Feng left, the bird stood on a branch, blinking its eyes, observing him for a long time.

Unintentionally unleashing the full power of the first form of the Golden Lotus for the first time had far exceeded Wang Feng's expectations. It not only healed but also bestowed cultivation abilities and awakened intelligence.

Wang Feng reached the lake, took off his shirt, and dived in, swimming like a graceful fish. Despite enjoying the water, his mind was occupied with thoughts.

Realizing his enhanced physical qualities—strong defense, remarkable endurance, and increased strength—Wang Feng acknowledged that hunting soul beasts with just these abilities wouldn't suffice. The first form of the Golden Lotus lacked offensive capabilities, meaning he might have to rely on physical combat until the appearance of the second form at level twenty.

Considering the uncertainties, comprehending the mysterious humanoid martial soul without guidance seemed unrealistic. Wang Feng knew that mastering the chaotic cloak hammer method like Tang Hao could be an effective supplement to his physical training.

After ten laps in the lake, Wang Feng pondered, "I'll need some time for a soul ring, hunting soul beasts is not simple." He acknowledged the inadequacy of his strength without the offensive power of the first form of the Golden Lotus.

Continuing his reflections, he decided to intensify strength training. He contemplated, "Long-term weight training is essential, perhaps with restraints across the entire body, even during meals, sleep, and hydration."

Realizing the need for enhanced strength, he remembered the "Chaos Cloak Hammer Method." It was an incredibly potent hammer technique mentioned in the original work, known for its rebounding force that increased with each strike.

Wang Feng found it somewhat unscientific, resembling a perpetual motion machine. Theoretically, it could deliver strikes infinitely stronger. Tang Hao, with his Title Douluo strength, was said to unleash around 998 strikes.

But even if the power of eighty-one strikes increases geometrically, one can imagine how monstrous it becomes in the end...

However, when Wang Feng considered asking Tang Hao to teach him this unique skill, he decided against it. Tang San only learned this exclusive technique after awakening his Second Haotian Hammer Martial Soul, and Tang Hao reluctantly passed it on to him, being his biological son.

Considering this, Wang Feng thought it best not to ask for such a favor.

"But, I can try it on my own, right?" Wang Feng's eyes lit up. Could he not just follow this direction in practice? Utilizing the technique of borrowing force to enhance strength seemed to be a widely known skill. With his experiences as a transmigrator and the enhancements from the Meteor Tears, why couldn't he learn it on his own?

Thinking that borrowing force to enhance strength was a technique widespread in Huaxia, he believed that if Tang Hao could create such a hammer method, he, Wang Feng, could too. Why should he restrict himself to learning Tang Hao's Chaos Cloak Hammer method when he had a 'golden finger'?

Excited about the prospect, Wang Feng found his direction. He swung the log, jumped in exhilaration, and decided to borrow a hammer from Tang Hao's blacksmith shop.

"Wait, Uncle Hao, do you have larger original iron pieces here?" When Wang Feng arrived at Tang Hao's blacksmith shop, he saw Tang San working on original iron, with Tang Hao observing and offering guidance.

Having just finished his conversation with Old Jack, Tang Hao knew that his son Tang San had learned the basics of the Chaos Cloak Hammer Method. Seeing Wang Feng glance at Tang San, he inferred that Tang San had likely mastered it.

"How large do you want them?" Tang Hao asked Wang Feng. "Around fifty pounds each? Better get a few more."

Wang Feng intended to use the original iron to create refined weight-bearing armor for his training. After refining, the fifty-pound original iron might yield around twenty to thirty pounds, which would be suitable for his training.

"Sure." Tang Hao handed him several pieces of original iron. "What are you planning to do with these, kid?"

"Hehe, you'll find out later," Wang Feng replied, carrying four large pieces, totaling around two hundred pounds. With a wave and a smile, he left with the iron.

Tang San, curious about Wang Feng's intentions, commented, "Wang Feng seems to want to train himself... But, it's not easy to train with such weight. Besides, he doesn't know how to forge."

Observing Wang Feng's departure, Tang San pondered about his activities. Meanwhile, Tang Hao glanced at his son and thought, "Wang Feng might not know how to forge, but he's much more capable than you."

Using a hammer, Tang Hao could convert a small iron piece into original iron with a single powerful blow. His endurance was extraordinary, and Tang Hao wondered how many strikes Wang Feng had delivered.

"Seems like Wang Feng wants to fight that Master Su Yuntao in three months. I don't know what he's thinking," Tang San remarked with a smile.

"Oh?" Tang Hao was surprised. "This Su Yuntao you mentioned is a twenty-sixth-level Battle Soul Master, right? A six-year-old child wants to spar with a Battle Soul Master?"

"Yeah, that's why I find it somewhat unbelievable," Tang San admitted. "But it might be interesting. When the time comes, I'll let you know, and you can come watch."

"Good, I'll look forward to it," Tang Hao casually replied. Tang San, puzzled by his father's interest, agreed to update him on the situation.

"Alright, Xiao San, no need to forge now. Let me demonstrate the technique I just taught you once again. Pay attention to the positioning of my body..."

A few days later, Tang San wiped the sweat from his forehead, set down the hammer, and muttered, "The way Dad taught me to forge is incredible. I can only manage eight consecutive strikes, and that's already my limit... I wonder what Wang Feng has been up to these days."

Thinking about the intriguing forging technique he had learned, Tang San felt extremely excited.

"Let's go find out... He has been buying original iron from Dad's shop quite often lately. Is he trying to forge on his own?" Tang San, after finishing his training, headed directly to Wang Feng's house.

However, he was informed by Grandpa Jack that Wang Feng was not at home and usually returned late, laughing foolishly.

"Could it be that Wang Feng is in that small forest?" Tang San wondered, proceeding towards the small forest outside the village.

After walking a distance, the ground suddenly vibrated slightly. Listening carefully...

Clang!

Clang!!

Clang!!!

The familiar sound of hammering echoed. Tang San was taken aback and slowly walked towards the source of the sound.

Before long, he saw a familiar figure, sweating profusely while swinging a hammer, striking the fixed original iron.

Seeing this, Tang San was surprised and thought, "Wang Feng is really something. How can he forge with such heavy weight? Well, let's see what he's up to."

As Tang San watched, he froze!

*cough cough*...