eloped his head, and corresponding metal rings clamped down, securing his limbs. 。There are two small keyboards in front of your hands, which can be used to perform some auxiliary controls by pressing...Four more updates complete! Tang Sect brothers and sisters, collect, recommend, all smash over here! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The higher the temperature, the better the ductility of silver.

A sudden burst of patience flared within him, yet Tang Wulin remained unrelenting. Blow after blow landed with force, warping the silver and sending sparks flying everywhere.

Every time his arms started to ache, a hot current would flow from his spine, instantly coursing through his limbs, dissolving the soreness in his arms. Tang Wulin also actively channeled soul power into his arms, maintaining his strength.

Gradually, the one-foot square silver started to change. The effect of a hundred times refining was gradually apparent.

To know, silver itself strength already very high, density extremely large, want to refine it, and produce the contraction effect is very not easy. And still need in do not destroy its own texture situation under.

Simply by being purified to such a near-perfect state in front of Tang Wulin, the value of this piece of silver would increase at least several times over.

Tang Wulin himself didn't know how many times he had hammered. Gradually, the roaring sound from the hammering disappeared. Before his eyes, the piece of silver seemed to be releasing a faint glimmer. Every hammer blow, it seemed to breathe once, in sync with Tang Wulin's breath. Tang Wulin's spine was already burning hot, hidden under his clothes, and gradually, pale golden lines appeared on his skin.

The man by the side, his attention wholly focused on that piece of silver, didn't notice the changes in his disciple.

A hint of gold in Tang Wulin's eyes brightened slightly. The Thousand Forged Steel Hammer in his hand seemed to have become a part of him. With every strike, the silver-colored metal would emit a comfortable hum.

Tang Wulin's eyes grew brighter and brighter, his hammer striking speed increasing rapidly. All of his strength was concentrated in the pair of thousand forged tungsten steel hammers.

The silver became increasingly solid, its volume gradually shrinking by five percent, ten percent, fifteen percent. At this point, its density seemed to have reached its limit, and it would no longer contract inward. However, with each hammer strike from Tang Wulin, the texture was subtly improved, making it more rational.

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The flames illuminated the entire forge, casting an eerie red glow. Tang Wulin, already drenched in sweat despite his usual stoic demeanor, stood beside Mang who also had beads of perspiration trickling down his forehead.

This is the feeling of a thousand forges.

As a master blacksmith of the highest rank, Mang could immediately sense the synergy between Tang Wulin's strikes and the Silver-Stained Steel.

This is a feeling that cannot be described, it can only be truly felt by those who have gone through thousands of temperings.

Originally, Meng Hao just wanted Tang Wulin to feel the Silver Sand first, gradually finding his way, and completing a thousand forgings before going to the intermediate academy. But he never expected that Tang Wulin would directly start the Thousand Forging process on his very first encounter with Silver Sand, and actually enter that state...

This is certainly because he has enough power, but more importantly, it's his wisdom! This child is destined to become a master.

The biggest regret of his life was not becoming a master blacksmith, but in Tang Wulin, he seemed to see hope.

Three hours had passed. Tang Wulin had never forged for such a long time in one go, and at such an intense level of intensity.

Three and a half hours passed, four o'clock!

Tang Ziran didn't know when he had already stood outside the forging room. His son hadn't returned for a long time, so he came looking for him. He just happened to see Tang Wulin sweating profusely.

That wonderful rhythm, the percussion like a symphony, and my son's focused expression.

This was the first time he saw his son forging like this, it was clearly a state of mastery! He was only nine years old! In just three short years, he had already reached such a level Tang Ziruan had seen countless blacksmith masters, but in Tang Wulin, he distinctly saw a flavor that those masters possessed.

Without disturbing him, Tang Ziran knew how important focus was to a blacksmith when they were fully immersed in their craft. Mang stood beside him, it was clear that his son was about to make a breakthrough in the field of smithing.

It was four and a half hours, Tang Wulin's face had already turned pale, the golden patterns on his body had disappeared when Tang Ziran arrived.

The feeling of tightness he had when he first came here resurfaced. His arms grew heavier and heavier, a clear sign of exhaustion. But he didn't stop, not even once. Every blow remained as evenly distributed as before, willpower fueling him, pushing him to continue his forging.

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We're almost there, we're almost there. We can't stop now, if we stop now, we might lose everything we've worked for.

Because there was an inexplicable connection between him and that piece of sunken silver, Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and continued to forge it.

Māng didn't know when he had already clenched his fists. At this moment, he was even more nervous than Tang Wulin.

If this child could succeed on their first attempt at forging a Thousand Forges, there is no doubt it would build immense confidence in them. This would be hugely beneficial for their future endeavors when they undertake the forging of Thousand Forges again. Their success rate would undoubtedly be far higher than that of other blacksmiths.

But, could he hold on It was almost five hours. For almost five hours of this torment, even he would have to pour all his energy into running his soul power just to keep going.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding..." The thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer, due to continuous hammering, had itself been heated by the furnace and was already somewhat red. If it weren't for the thousand forging that gave it its hardness, it would have long since been unable to withstand it.

Suddenly, the piece of silver vibrated slightly under Tang Wulin's hammering. Immediately afterward, a brilliant sliver of light suddenly broke through the fire's confinement, bathing the entire forge in silver.

Tang Wulin's twin hammers struck simultaneously, hammering heavily on it. In an instant, the silver light became even more unrestrained.

Mo rushed to Tang Wulin's side almost like lightning. He had a knife in his hand at some point, and with a swift motion, he slashed toward Tang Wulin's wrist.

A gush of fresh blood sprayed out, landing perfectly on the silver-plated piece.

Tang Zi'ran exclaimed in surprise. The next moment, Mang had already covered Tang Wulin's wrist wound with his hand, gazing intently at the piece of metal that shimmered with silver light, while simultaneously shutting off the fire.

Fresh blood fell amidst the gleam, emitting a series of "hiss" sounds, with smoke swirling around. The flames extinguished, revealing the metal's true form.

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It had shrunk another circle, the crimson fire on the silver fading with astonishing speed, and along with it, the shimmering silver light.

Before being forged, its dazzling silver had vanished, leaving it looking dull and unremarkable. However, upon closer inspection, a layer of fine, intricate patterns resembling the surging waves of the sea appeared on its surface. These lines seemed to be etched onto it, yet the material itself remained incredibly smooth.

Dull yet heavy, the silver appears coarse at first glance, but upon closer inspection, a profound depth emerges. It's a truly remarkable quality.

Just as forging steel can be challenging, the difficulty of forging different metals varies greatly. If forging tungsten steel is a difficulty level of one, then forging silver would be at least a five, or even an eight.

When Meng allowed Tang Wulin to try Qianjian and gave him this piece of silver, he didn't expect him to succeed in Qianjian at all. Instead, he wanted him to find the feeling of Qianjian through this metal that was not easy to break and had good enough quality.

But, for five whole hours, he succeeded.

That ashen hue, it is indeed, a thousand times forged silver!ts figure seemed very well-proportioned, each muscle seeming to be filled with explosive power. Its head was large, like that of a giant lion, but it had a demonic face. Compared to its body covered i...