Chapter 29

The fourth watch is complete! Brothers and sisters of the Tang Sect, throw your collections and recommendations over! ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— The higher the temperature, the better the malleability of the sunken silver.

After two hours of patient contemplation, Tang Wulin suddenly burst into action, showing no mercy. Each powerful strike caused the sunken silver to deform, sparks flying everywhere.

Whenever his arms began to ache, a hot current would flow from his spine into his limbs, instantly relieving the soreness in his arms. Tang Wulin also channeled his soul power into his arms, maintaining his strength.

Gradually, the one-foot-square piece of sunken silver began to shrink. The effects of the hundred-forging purification gradually became apparent.

It's important to note that sunken silver already has a very high strength and density, making it extremely difficult to purify and compress it without damaging its internal structure.

Just the nearly perfect purification process that Tang Wulin was performing would increase the value of this piece of sunken silver by several times.

Tang Wulin himself didn't know how many times he had hammered it. Gradually, the thunderous sound of hammering disappeared, and the piece of sunken silver in front of him seemed to emit a faint glow. With each strike, it seemed to breathe in sync with Tang Wulin's own breath. Tang Wulin's spine had become scorching hot, and a faint golden pattern began to appear on his skin under his clothes.

Mang Tian, who was standing beside him, was completely focused on the piece of sunken silver and didn't notice the changes in his disciple.

The hint of gold in the depths of Tang Wulin's eyes became slightly brighter, and the thousand-forging tungsten hammer in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body. Each strike made the sunken silver seem to emit a comfortable hum.

Tang Wulin's eyes grew brighter, and the frequency of his hammering increased. All his strength was concentrated in the pair of thousand-forging tungsten hammers.

The sunken silver became increasingly dense, its volume gradually shrinking by five percent, ten percent, fifteen percent. At this point, its density seemed to have reached its limit, and it no longer contracted inward. However, each strike from Tang Wulin subtly improved its texture, making it more reasonable.

The firelight illuminated the entire forging room, turning it a deep red. Not only was Tang Wulin drenched in sweat, but even Mang Tian, who was standing nearby, had beads of sweat on his forehead.

This is the feeling of thousand-forging.

As a grandmaster-level forging master, Mang Tian keenly sensed the harmony between Tang Wulin's strikes and the sunken silver.

This is an indescribable feeling that only those who have truly experienced thousand-forging can truly feel.

Initially, Mang Tian only wanted Tang Wulin to get a feel for the sunken silver and gradually find the right rhythm, completing the thousand-forging before going to the intermediate academy. But he never expected that Tang Wulin would start the thousand-forging on his first day of contact with the sunken silver and actually enter that state.

This was certainly due to his sufficient strength, but more importantly, it was his insight! This child is destined to become a master.

The greatest regret of Mang Tian's life was not becoming a holy master-level forging master, but in Tang Wulin, he saw hope.

Three hours passed. Tang Wulin had never forged for such a long time in one go, especially at such a high intensity.

Three and a half hours, four hours!

Tang Ziran didn't know when he had already stood at the door of the forging room. His son had been gone for a long time, so he came to look for him. He just happened to see Tang Wulin drenched in sweat.

The wonderful rhythm, the symphony-like hammering sound, and his son's focused expression.

This was the first time he had seen his son forging, and it was clearly a realm of mastery. He was only nine years old! In just three years, he had already reached such a level? Tang Ziran had seen many forging masters, and in Tang Wulin, he clearly saw the unique aura of those masters.

He didn't disturb him, knowing the importance of a forging master's concentration when fully engaged. Mang Tian was right there, and it was clear that his son was about to make a breakthrough in forging.

Four and a half hours had passed, and Tang Wulin's face had turned pale. The golden patterns on his body had already disappeared when Tang Ziran arrived.

The soreness he had felt the first time he came here reappeared, and his arms felt heavier and heavier, a clear sign of exhaustion. But he didn't stop; each strike was still as even as before, his willpower driving him to continue.

He was almost there, almost there. He couldn't stop now; stopping now would likely ruin all his efforts.

Because of the mysterious connection with the sunken silver, Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and continued forging.

Mang Tian had already clenched his fists at some point, and at this moment, he was even more nervous than Tang Wulin.

If this child could succeed in his first attempt at thousand-forging, it would undoubtedly build a strong confidence in him, greatly benefiting his future thousand-forging attempts. His success rate would be much higher than other forging masters.

But could he hold out? It had been almost five hours, and continuous hammering for nearly five hours would require him to fully mobilize his soul power, even for Mang Tian himself.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang..." The thousand-forging tungsten hammer, due to continuous hammering and exposure to the furnace fire, had also turned slightly red. If it weren't for the hardness imparted by the thousand-forging, it would have long given out.

Suddenly, the piece of sunken silver trembled slightly under Tang Wulin's hammering, and a bright silver light suddenly broke through the furnace fire, turning the entire forging room into a silver-white glow.

Tang Wulin's two hammers struck simultaneously, hammering it heavily, and immediately, the silver light became even more intense.

Mang Tian was almost lightning-fast in reaching Tang Wulin's side, and a small knife had appeared in his hand. He swiftly cut toward Tang Wulin's wrist.

A spurt of blood sprayed out, landing directly on the silver-glowing sunken silver.

Tang Ziran let out a cry of alarm. In the next moment, Mang Tian had already covered the wound on Tang Wulin's wrist, his eyes fixed on the silver-glowing metal, while he turned off the furnace.

The blood landed on the silver light, producing a series of "hissing" sounds, with smoke curling up. The flames extinguished, revealing the true appearance of the metal.

It had shrunk even more, and the fiery red color on the sunken silver faded rapidly, along with the silver glow.

Before forging, its brilliant silver color had disappeared, and it now looked dull and unremarkable. However, on its surface, a layer of fine, wave-like patterns had appeared, as if etched into it, yet it remained extremely smooth.

The dull sunken silver, upon closer inspection, had a deep, mysterious feel, a very unique texture.

The difficulty of thousand-forging varies greatly depending on the metal. If the difficulty of thousand-forging tungsten is one, then the difficulty of thousand-forging sunken silver is at least five, or even eight.

When Mang Tian had Tang Wulin attempt the thousand-forging and gave him this piece of sunken silver, he never thought he would succeed. Instead, he wanted him to use this metal, which was difficult to damage and of high quality, to find the feel of thousand-forging.

However, after five hours, a full five hours, he succeeded.

That dull, unremarkable piece was, indeed, thousand-forged sunken silver!