Chapter 10

Sun Ang secretly sneered, not bothering to look at those gazes, and strode out of the dining hall. However, he knew that Sun Yun's promise would make his subsequent cultivation particularly difficult, as those people would surely use every means possible, both overt and covert.

There were only five or six days left until the year-end major exam. He dared not waste a moment and hurried to the water pond to cultivate again.

Not only had the Profound Yellow Qi Absorption Technique improved, but the Fire Ox Cannon Fist and the Blue Fish Transformation had also become increasingly proficient.

However, it was strange that although the qi in the waterfall pond was very rich, it still had not allowed Sun Ang to capture those auspicious cloud-shaped qi bubbles.

Over the past few days, he had relied on "Binge Eating" and his own hard cultivation to reach the peak of the Six Pulse Power, but he was stuck here.

Sun Ang himself understood that this was not a bottleneck, as he had only been at the Six Pulse Power for about ten days, and many people were stuck at this level for several months.

But he had no time.

On this day, after cultivating the Profound Yellow Qi Absorption Technique for three hours, Sun Ang opened his eyes and still failed to break through.

He couldn't help but frown and ponder, as he clearly felt that his accumulation was already sufficient. He should have broken through to the Seven Pulse Power, but he was just a little short.

He couldn't always rely on those extremely rare auspicious cloud-shaped qi bubbles, could he?

He shook his head, feeling that such simple cultivation would hardly improve him in the short term. "Perhaps, I should change my cultivation method and try to complete some tasks."

The Sun family had its own task system, which originated from the Six Ministries of the Dark Sea Seven Realms.

The Six Ministries of the Human Race in the Dark Sea Seven Realms were extremely powerful. The resources controlled by the dynasty far exceeded those of ordinary sects, martial academies, and noble families, which were the "national strength."

Within the Human Race, only the vast Holy Teachings could be compared to them.

Cultivation required resources, and the Six Ministries provided a large amount of resources, attracting many experts to join.

The Six Ministries had a complete task reward system, including tasks such as pursuit, investigation, and execution.

The task systems of major forces were mostly based on this model, and the Sun family was no exception.

In the ancestral land, there was a special Yanbo Pavilion for issuing tasks. Sun Ang had never been to the Yanbo Pavilion before, and upon entering, he found it to be quite lively.

Many less capable descendants wanted to earn resources for cultivation through family tasks and could only form teams to complete them. When Sun Ang appeared, several team leaders showed signs of joy and wanted to approach him, but then seemed to think of something, hesitated, and did not move forward.

Sun Ang sighed inwardly. His Six Pulse Power was already considered strong among ordinary disciples, and these teams all wanted to recruit him.

But they must have thought of Sun Yun's "reward." If they recruited him, they would have to be constantly wary of being betrayed, which would not be worth it.

Thinking of this, he hated Sun Yun even more.

On the surface, Sun Ang still walked calmly to the counter and explained his intentions.

The counter was similar to a pawnshop, with an old man in a thick cotton jacket sitting inside, listlessly pointing to the signs hanging outside: "Look for yourself. Just tell me which one you want to take."

Sun Ang looked at each one. The top three rows were the most popular and sought-after tasks, all of which involved hunting ferocious beasts and searching for materials in the wild.

However, because no one was willing to team up with Sun Ang, he could not complete these tasks alone.

In fact, in this situation, if someone was willing to team up with Sun Ang to complete a task, he would not dare to join, as who knew if they were really there to complete the family task or to claim Sun Yun's reward?

Further down were some simple tasks, even including tasks like dredging rivers. These tasks, which posed no danger, had very meager rewards, with the lowest one offering only two pounds of first-stage ferocious beast meat.

After looking around, Sun Ang finally chose a task: Forge weapons for ten days at the Proud Wind Hall.

This task did not seem difficult and did not limit the number of people who could take it. The reward was a third-stage heart method, which was quite good. However, the task description stated that although the difficulty was not high, the requirements were very strict.

Not only did one have to persist for ten days, but also forge ten qualified iron ingots each day, or receive no reward at all.

Sun Ang noted the number on the sign and returned to the counter: "Excuse me, I want to take task number forty-six."

The old man nodded and casually threw a sign: "Just take it to the Proud Wind Hall and explain your intentions."

The Proud Wind Hall was the place in the ancestral land responsible for forging weapons, managed by the only Artisan in the Sun family, Sun Ningyuan.

Artisans were a highly respected profession in the Dark Sea Seven Realms, divided into two categories: Alchemists and Artisans.

Sun Ningyuan was a second-stage Artisan, specializing in weapons and armor. If someone could combine these two professions, they could create the most powerful treasures in the world: Alchemical Artifacts!

Although Sun Ningyuan was still far from this realm, being an Artisan was already enough to earn respect. So when Sun Ang saw a long queue outside the Proud Wind Hall, he smiled bitterly but was not surprised.

"Name? Level? Specialized technique?" A disciple of the Proud Wind Hall sat at the entrance, strictly reviewing each task-taker.

"Only Four Pulse Power? This level and you dare to come to the Proud Wind Hall? You probably can't even lift a hammer."

"Although you are at the Five Pulse Power, you practice the Falling Petal Finger, which is light and agile but lacks strength. Unqualified!"

In a blink, a large number of applicants were driven away. Although they were unhappy, they did not dare to offend the Proud Wind Hall and left in anger.

"Spit! It's just a blacksmith task, making it sound like selecting a prince. What's so great about it? I won't take it!"

It was Sun Ang's turn. His Six Pulse Power made him stand out, and even the Proud Wind Hall disciple was surprised: "Six Pulse Power? Fire Ox Cannon Fist and Blue Fish Transformation. Why are you not hunting ferocious beasts in the wild and wasting time here?"

When he saw Sun Ang's name, he immediately understood: "Oh, it's you."

Thus, Sun Ang smoothly passed the review and was led into the Proud Wind Hall with four other disciples.

The other four were all at the Five Pulse Power, and they looked at Sun Ang with eager eyes.

Although Sun Ang had once defeated the Five Pulse Power Sun Hai, Sun Hai had relied on Sun Ji to obtain many spirit pills to forcibly enhance his level.

These disciples who had entered the Five Pulse Power through their own strength looked down on Sun Hai and believed they could easily defeat him.

As for Sun Ang, he was previously known as a waste. To reach the Six Pulse Power in such a short time, there must have been some trick!

"From Three Pulse Power to Six Pulse Power in less than a month, what a genius." The disciple speaking was named Sun Xiu, seemingly praising, but his tone and eyes were full of ridicule.

Another disciple, Sun Ying, chimed in: "Hehe, why did it take half a year to enter the ancestral land and only improve one level, but suddenly improve three levels in twenty days? Are all geniuses like this?"

The third disciple, Sun Jue, sneered: "What are you jealous of? Who made you have a bad father who couldn't get you top-grade spirit pills? Envious? What's the use?"

"Hehe, why hide it? Do you think we're all fools? Taking spirit pills to forcibly enhance your level and pretend to be a genius to gain the family's attention, this bluff will eventually be exposed." The last one, Sun Liang, sneered.

Sun Ang understood that this was how he was "rumored" outside. He did not want to argue and did not need to. He had already taken the lead, and when he left them far behind, they would realize how ridiculous their self-righteousness was.

The leading Proud Wind Hall disciple glanced back at them but did not stop the four from ganging up on Sun Ang. Not only were these people suspicious, but the disciple himself was also somewhat doubtful.

"Alright, this is the place." The disciple led them to a courtyard entrance, and from dozens of feet away, they could feel the intense heat.

Inside the courtyard, there was a huge iron furnace in the center, with over a dozen disciples operating it carefully.

Sun Ang and the other four were led to a large house on the side, fully equipped. The disciple instructed: "This is the place. There's no technique to teach in blacksmithing.

Each of you must submit ten iron ingots per day, requiring at least eight folds and no cracks or impurities. Otherwise, it's不合格."

Then, he left the five of them.

The principle of folding and forging was simple: heat the iron until it is soft, fold it once, and hammer it into a block.

After eight folds, the iron's toughness and strength would be greatly enhanced.

It seemed simple, but it was actually very skillful, not as easy as the disciple said. A slight mistake could cause cracks, and it was easy to mix in impurities, which the disciple called "夹灰."

The five looked at each other, and the four disciples were eager to try.

Sun Ang, however, remained calm. He was examining the house. On the side near the iron furnace, there was a half-person-high fire window, through which a stream of fire was introduced to melt the iron.

The house had five sets of tools, including hammers, tongs, and anvils.

The hammer was only the size of a fist. Sun Ying sneered and grabbed it: "Are you worried we can't lift it?"

But before he finished speaking, he stumbled. The small hammer was too heavy for him to lift!

He looked surprised, took a deep breath, and mobilized his qi to cover his body. He grabbed the hammer again, feeling its weight, and slowly lifted it, even more surprised: "This hammer weighs at least nine thousand pounds!"

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