Chapter 11

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The term "innate divine strength" naturally has different standards when applied to people of different ages.

A six-year-old child being able to swing a pair of iron hammers and complete a thousand strikes absolutely deserves this term.

However, Mang Tian did not call a stop. He just silently watched Tang Wulin continue hammering.

His movements were direct and powerful, but he did not use any techniques to dissipate or neutralize force. The counter-shock from hammering undoubtedly made his arms bear the brunt.

Fifty times, eighty times, a hundred times.

Sweat poured out again, the pain was even more intense than before, his arms felt scorching hot, and even his scalp started to throb from overexertion. But Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and continued hammering.

At one hundred and fifty strikes, his body began to wobble, his arms felt swollen and not his own, his vision blurred, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

I can keep going, I can pass the test. I'm a man, persistence is victory.

When Mang Tian finally called a stop, Tang Wulin himself didn't know how many times he had swung the hammer. If not for Mang Tian holding him up, he would have fallen to the ground.

Taking the hammer from his hands, Mang Tian clearly saw that Tang Wulin's palms were chafed raw from the hammer's handle, and his arms were swollen.

This fierce-looking blacksmith was finally moved, not just by Tang Wulin's innate divine strength, but more so by his persistence.

Strength can be trained later, but a determined character in a six-year-old child is truly rare and precious.

"You've raised a good child. I'll take him. Come at this time every day. Apply this ointment to his arms when you get home." When Lang Yue came to pick up Tang Wulin, she saw a much gentler-looking Mang Tian and the ointment he handed over.

For the next hour, Tang Wulin rested, his spirit recovered, but his arms were still too sore to lift.

His mind still echoed with Mang Tian's explanation of forging.

"What is forging? Forging is completely different from casting. Casting only requires a mold, and the metal is pressed into the desired shape using machinery. Forging, however, requires the blacksmith to hammer it by hand. While forging can also be done by machines, metal has a life of its own. Machine forging can never truly grasp the texture of the metal. Therefore, the highest-quality mecha parts are all hand-forged by blacksmiths. A good blacksmith is a true craftsman, with a status no less than that of a soul master."

Soul masters, mecha masters—these are the dreams of boys.

"Ouch!" Tang Wulin cried out in pain as Lang Yue grabbed his hand.

Lang Yue only then noticed the wounds on her son's palms.

"Heavens! What did he do to you?" Tears almost immediately welled up in her eyes. She never imagined that in just two hours, her son would suffer so much.

Tang Wulin shook his head and said, "Nothing! Uncle Mang Tian tested me, and I passed. Mom, am I great? Don't cry! It doesn't hurt."

"Let's go home." Lang Yue wiped away her tears, her eyes full of sorrow.

"Mom, I'm really fine. I'm so happy. I passed Uncle Mang Tian's test. Aren't you proud of me? This is like the sense of achievement Dad talked about."

"Proud, I'm proud." Lang Yue touched her son's head, her eyes welling up again.

When they got home, Tang Wulin immediately saw Nai sitting by the table and ran over to her. Lang Yue went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Nai, do you know? Today I passed Uncle Mang Tian's test and can start learning forging with him. When my brother earns money through forging, we can save up to buy a soul spirit and buy you some delicious food..." The child's heart was completely focused on his sense of achievement, and he had forgotten the pain in his arms as he told Nai about it.

Nai listened intently, but her eyes occasionally flashed with a hint of confusion.

"Nai, do you really not remember where your home is?" Tang Wulin asked subconsciously after finishing his story.

Nai shook her head, "I really don't remember. I only remember my name is Nai, everything else is blurry. Brother Lin, am I very stupid?"

Tang Wulin quickly said, "No, Nai is not stupid at all. It's okay not to remember. From now on, this is your home, my parents are yours too, and you are my sister."

Nai looked at him, and a sweet smile gradually appeared on her face, the first time she had smiled since coming here.

"Wow, Nai, you look so beautiful when you smile. I'll tell you a secret, brother will work hard to become a soul master and protect you, okay?"

"Okay."

When Tang Ziran returned, dinner was already ready.

"Ziran, come with me for a moment. The children can eat first." Lang Yue glanced at Tang Ziran calmly and then walked to their room.

Tang Ziran was taken aback, looked at his son with a questioning gaze, and Tang Wulin shrugged, indicating he didn't know what was wrong with his mother.

Tang Ziran hurriedly followed Lang Yue into the room, and she closed the door.

"Nai, let's eat first. Are you hungry?" Considering the appetites of these two little foodies, Lang Yue had made extra food today.

Nai clearly had no resistance to food and immediately nodded, starting to eat heartily.

After eating for a while, she noticed that Tang Wulin, sitting beside her, wasn't eating as he had the day before. When she looked up at him, she saw him frowning and writhing in pain.

"What's wrong, brother?" Nai asked in a clear voice.

"After the test, my arms hurt a lot and I can't lift them." Tang Wulin was particularly hungry lately, and after such intense labor after school, his craving for food was understandable.

Nai blinked and said, "Then I'll feed you."

"Great! Great!" Tang Wulin was delighted.

Nai's movements were a bit clumsy and awkward, but she alternated between spoonfuls of rice and vegetables, feeding Tang Wulin.

The two children, one six years old and the other five and a half, brought a gentle warmth to this small home, making even the lights seem softer.

"Nai, you're so nice."