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　Naer jumped out of Lin Xuan's arms and pulled him to the other side.

　　Picking up trash is the most important thing in the world. My brother said that we should never forget our roots.

　　…

　　Mangtian Forging Room.

　　"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

　　Tang Wulin swung the metal hammer in his hand. As he continued to hammer on the pitch-black metal, bits of black impurities fell around the forging table.

　　"call!"

　　When the last hammer fell, Tang Wulin took a deep breath and wiped the sweat that kept rolling down his forehead.

　　Although the metal on the stage has shrunk a little, the overall color has become uniform.

　　"Although there are still some flaws, it can be considered as completing a hundred forgings."

　　"good!"

　　Mang Tian looked at Tang Wulin with an expressionless face, but he was actually very happy in his heart.

　　In just half a year, Tang Wulin completed the Hundred Forgings, which meant that he had truly entered the door of a blacksmith.

　　"Thank you for your praise, teacher! I just barely succeeded. I can't guarantee that I can do it next time."

　　Tang Wulin waved his hands. Luck did play a role this time. Of course, the main reason was that his soul power was too low, and he was completely relying on his physical strength to support the forging.

　　"Wulin, don't be so modest. When I was learning from my master, it took me three years to get started."

　　"Sometimes it's good to learn from that brat Lin Xuan. He can brag about anything."

　　Brother Long smiled and patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder. This junior brother is good in everything except that he is not very confident.

　　"Hey! Brother Long, I'm here."

　　Lin Xuan, who was squatting on the side eating, raised his head and rolled his eyes at Brother Long, saying unconvincedly.

　　"What do you mean by bragging? I have done everything. I am the most down-to-earth person."

　　"That's right! Brother is the best."

　　Na'er beside her chimed in.

　　The two siblings came to Mangtian and happened to see them having lunch, so they took the opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity.

　　"Hey~ No, it seems like you really are."

　　Brother Long was about to refute, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that Lin Xuan was really organized from childhood to adulthood.

　　Mang Tian glanced at Lin Xuan and his expression changed.

　　Lin Xuan also grew up under his care. When he was still a kid, he would secretly come to him to sell his forged scrap iron.

　　He has seen the character of this boy. Although he is sometimes cunning, he has a good personality and learns things quickly.

　　"Lin boy, do you want to try learning forging?"

　　Mangtian spoke.

　　The appearance of Tang Wulin made him taste the sweetness of accepting a disciple. His life as a sixth-level blacksmith had come to an end, so accepting a disciple was a way to fulfill his wish.

　　"Learn forging!"

　　Lin Xuan blinked and thought.

　　It seems really good!

　　In this era of advanced soul guide technology, it is still necessary to learn a second career, which is also an important source of economic income.

　　So, a moment later.

　　Lin Xuan listened carefully to what Mang Tian said about the precautions, then took the small hammer and knocked it confidently.

　　…

　　Half an hour later

　　"Bang!"

　　The forging hammer fell down weakly, and Lin Xuan lay on the ground, tired like a dog, panting.

　　"Brother is so stupid, he only knows how to show off!"

　　Naer squatted beside him and teased Lin Xuan's nose with the ends of her hair, while speaking with a gloating tone.

　　Lin Xuan rolled his eyes and said, "That's not what you said just now, girl." But he was too tired to talk.

　　As expected, not everyone is born with supernatural powers like Tang Wulin, and his small body is still a little fragile.

　　"Lin boy, if you really want to learn forging, you still need to exercise your body."

　　Mang Tian sighed secretly.

　　He had slightly anticipated this result. After all, he couldn't possibly run into two forging prodigies like Tang Wulin at once, right?

　　It's not just a matter of physical strength. Lin Xuan's performance this time is only slightly better than that of ordinary people. He is far from being a forging genius, let alone a master craftsman like Tang Wulin.

　　"Hey, Lin Xuan, aren't you just bragging?"

　　Brother Long laughed and said, someone just talked nonsense. If you don't know, you might think it was the reincarnation of the God of Forging.

　　"In fact, I think Brother Xuan is okay?"

　　Tang Wulin said weakly from the side.

　　Although the metal block on the table was crooked and far from reaching the threshold of a hundred forgings, some impurities had indeed been removed.

　　And Brother Xuan is already a soul master.

　　A strange look flashed in Tang Wulin's eyes. He was shocked by the spirit ring that Lin Xuan accidentally revealed when forging it just now. He is only level four now.

　　But Brother Xuan doesn't know everything.

　　Tang Wulin glanced at Lin Xuan who was lying on the ground, and felt a little happy. At least he was better than Brother Xuan in forging.

　　Humph! Vulgar!

　　Lin Xuan was not bothered by the insults from several people.

　　[Forging: Getting Started (1/100)]

　　He glanced at the extra line of words on the system panel and even wanted to laugh.

　　Ignorant people, accept the baptism of time travelers!

　　However, physical exercise should be put on the agenda. What kind of exercise should he choose? Should he just do the third set of radio gymnastics?

　　Lin Xuan lay on the ground, his thoughts drifting far away.

　　Please give me some money and take care of my new book.

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Chapter 9: The Year of Kun

　　Spring goes and autumn comes, autumn goes and spring comes, back and forth two and a half times!

　　Aolai City is still the same Aolai City, but the people inside have ushered in new growth.

　　Mangtian Forging Studio.

　　"Bang!"

　　Lin Xuan struck the Zi Lan gold with one hammer after another. His movements were smooth and fluid, and it was a world of difference compared to the beginning!

　　As his last hammer fell, the purple gold on the stage burst into an extreme purple glow.

　　"The light overflows! Thousand Forgings, Second Grade!"

　　Mang Tian nodded calmly, picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip.

　　Isn't it just a nine-year-old Thousand Forging Level 2? Isn't that rare?

　　This is so fucking rare!

　　He had lived most of his life without ever hearing about...

　　Mang Tian's fingers holding the teacup turned white from being pinched, and he took sip after sip of the empty air in the cup.

　　He even wondered if he had saved the life of the goddess of luck in his previous life. He got two forging geniuses in one, and each one was more terrifying than the other!

　　More than two years ago, Lin Xuan was just mediocre, but his progress in the past two years is astonishing.

　　It's not like he hasn't seen geniuses before, but Mang Tian dared to swear to heaven that he had never seen anyone like Lin Xuan.

　　Tang Wulin is the kind of genius who is advancing triumphantly all the way, but Lin Xuan is not.

　　Lin Xuan is making progress bit by bit. Although the progress is not much and visible to the naked eye, it is effective every time.

　　You have to know that no one in the world can guarantee that they will gain something every time! This kind of stable progress is the most terrifying, and Lin Xuan is so stable that it even makes Mang Tian feel cold.

　　At first, Mang Tian even suspected that Lin Xuan was possessed by some old monster, but he carefully observed Lin Xuan's daily routine, which was just going to school, exercising, and practicing forging.

　　At most, this kid's exercise method is a bit strange, doing 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats and running 10 kilometers every day.

　　But even with such common training methods, Lin Xuan's physical strength improved by leaps and bounds, and he even surpassed Tang Wulin, who was born with supernatural powers.

　　What an exaggeration!

　　Mang Tian once secretly followed and did push-ups for half a year, only to find that it was not very useful. It was completely because this kid was different from others!

　　"Done! One hundred thousand in hand."

　　Lin Xuan collected the finished parts. There was a huge difference between a hundred forgings and a thousand forgings. The minimum starting price of a thousand forging material was one hundred thousand.

　　Although the mission was undertaken by Mang Tian, ​​a sixth-level blacksmith in Mang Tiantang was unwilling to compete with him for profit.

　　"Xiaoxuan, have you received the recommendation letter from your school?"

　　Mang Tian looked at Lin Xuan who was walking over and asked.

　　His two little disciples will be going to school in the second half of the year. He has no worries about Lin Xuan's talent for cultivation, but Tang Wulin is a little bit short of that.

　　"The principal told me to pick it up after the graduation ceremony next month. As for Wu Lin, he should have reached level 10 by then."

　　Lin Xuan walked to the edge of Mangtian and sat down, then skillfully poured himself a cup of tea.

　　A year ago, Lin Xuan had already asked the school to study at home.

　　If the Federation had not stipulated, for security reasons, that soul master classes cannot skip grades at the junior college level, he would have reported to East Sea College long ago.

　　"That's great! Xiaoxuan, what level are you now?"

　　Mang Tian looked at Lin Xuan curiously. This kid hasn't revealed his soul power level since last year.

　　"Level 19!"

　　Lin Xuan took a sip of tea and said lightly.

　　After two years, he finally mastered that crappy simple meditation method to level 20, which provided him with a 2% increase in practice.

　　Mang Tian nodded, not surprised by this. A year ago, Lin Xuan was already level 15. Although it was a bit fast to level 4 in one year, it was still reasonable.

　　"This is Wulin's salary for this month. You can give it to him later."

　　Mang Tian handed a small stack of federal coins to Lin Xuan, then looked at him with a mysterious smile.

　　"I have already done what you asked me to do before."

　　Mang Tian placed a yellow card on the table and slid it in front of Lin Xuan with a little force.

　　"Thank you, teacher!"

　　Lin Xuan was delighted when he heard this and quickly took the card.

　　It was unknown what material the yellow card was made of, but it felt delicate and smooth, and there were some ancient animal patterns painted on it, which was quite exquisite. But what made Lin Xuan even more excited were the big words in the center of the card.

　　"Primary Spiritual Ascension Platform!"

　　This is the admission ticket to the primary spirit-raising platform of the East China Sea Spirit Pagoda!

　　The price for entering the initial stage of the Spirit Ascension Platform is five hundred thousand, but what is even more precious is the admission quota.