Chapter 30

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A wave of intense weakness made Tang Wulin sit down on the ground. Mang Tian skillfully took out a piece of tape-like material from his pocket and stuck it on Tang Wulin's wrist, sealing the previous wound.

The expression of this Master-level forging master was somewhat peculiar, with the corners of his mouth slightly twitching.

A genius is still a genius. This did not change because he did not have a hammer as his soul weapon. This level of insight was enough to make up for everything.

A thousand forges, an insurmountable gap in the eyes of many forging masters, was completed by a mere nine-year-old child. How incredible was this!

Tang Ziran had already rushed over to support his son.

Mang Tian remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Genius, this is a work of genius. Wulin, you must remember everything you felt today. For you, this is just the beginning. The beginning of a shock to the forging world."

Unfortunately, Tang Wulin did not hear his teacher's words clearly. After five hours of forging, he was completely drained and fell asleep in his father's arms.

When he woke up again, he was already in his own bed.

The sky outside was already bright, and the sunlight shone through the window into the room, landing on the bed where Nai'er used to sleep.

Although Nai'er was gone, Tang Wulin did not let his parents dismantle this bed. In his subconscious, he always believed that Nai'er would return one day.

Although his arm was not painful, his body still felt a bit weak, but it was warm and comfortable, and he lay lazily in bed.

A faint smile appeared on his face. The thousand forges should have been completed.

The feeling of a thousand forges was like that.

Despite the coma, he still clearly remembered that when he was forging in the final stages, each hammer strike seemed to resonate with the silver. It was a very unique feeling, as if the silver had come to life. He breathed, and the silver breathed. Each hammer strike was like a massage, and it would transmit a sense of comfort. When this comfort reached its peak, the silver transcended, and the quantitative change accumulated into a qualitative change.

Although he did not know what happened afterward, he was still certain that he had succeeded.

I am not a failure, at least not in forging, and my Blue Silver Grass is not an ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

Nai'er, if you were still here, how nice it would be. You would definitely be happy with your brother, right? Your brother will become stronger and stronger, and will definitely protect you well, and will not let anyone hurt you.

Nai'er, come back quickly, or tell me where you are! Why did you leave without saying anything? I miss you so much.

Nai'er's sweet smile appeared in his mind. When she called him "brother" with her voice like a skylark, it always made him feel so satisfied.

I will definitely find you, definitely.

Gradually, the warmth from his body made him fall asleep again.

When he woke up again, he was completely hungry. The sky outside had already darkened again, clearly showing that he had slept for almost a day and a night.

"Father, Mother!" Tang Wulin sat up, the fatigue had completely disappeared, but his stomach was empty, and the feeling of hunger made him feel like he could eat a whole cow.

"Son, you're awake!" The door opened, and Lang Yue rushed in first.

Tang Wulin said proudly, "Mother, I can do a thousand forges now."

Lang Yue's eyes were red. To her, those things were not important; what mattered was that her son was safe and sound.

"Good son, do you feel any discomfort?" Lang Yue asked gently.

Tang Wulin shook his head, "No! Just hungry, Mother, I'm so hungry. Is there anything to eat?"

"Yes, yes. Mother bought a fat chicken and stewed chicken soup. I was just waiting for you to wake up to drink it. Your teacher said you were a bit drained and should eat something easy to digest when you wake up."

Fifteen minutes later.

Lang Yue and Tang Ziran looked at their son, who was still eating heartily, with wide eyes. For their son, what was easy to digest? It seemed that as long as it was edible, it was easy to digest.

A whole fat chicken, a full pot of chicken soup, five steamed buns, and two plates of vegetables had already gone into the belly of this nine-year-old child. And he still looked unsatisfied, eating the sixth steamed bun.

"Go make a few more dishes for your son." Tang Ziran swallowed his saliva. Seeing his son eat so well, he felt his own appetite being stimulated.

Lang Yue quickly stood up and went to the kitchen.

Tang Wulin was indeed a big eater, especially after a large amount of physical exertion. He ate for nearly an hour before he finally sighed in satisfaction.

"Son, are you going to burst?" If Tang Ziran hadn't stopped her, Lang Yue would have long stopped Tang Wulin from eating. His appetite was clearly beyond the normal range.

Tang Wulin said with a satisfied look, "Mother's cooking is the best. It feels so good to eat."

Tang Ziran pulled up his son's arm to look at it, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. Indeed, the wrist that Mang Tian had cut yesterday had completely healed, leaving only a faint red mark.

Tang Wulin then remembered to ask, "Father, did my thousand forges succeed yesterday?"

Tang Ziran smiled and nodded, "Yes! It succeeded, very successfully. Your teacher praised you highly and said to come see him as soon as you wake up."

Tang Wulin jumped off the chair and said, "Then I'll go now."

Lang Yue frowned, "It's so late, go tomorrow."

Tang Ziran stood up, "He just woke up and won't fall asleep again soon. It's not too late yet. I'll take him over. We'll be back soon."

Lang Yue glared at him, her eyes filled with a threat, "If anything happens to my son, I'll hold you responsible, and you'll sleep in the living room."

Tang Ziran awkwardly touched his nose, "It's like he's not my son."

The father and son left the house and headed straight for Mang Tian's studio.

"Teacher, I'm here!" Tang Wulin shouted as soon as he entered, eager to see what his first thousand forges piece looked like. The sense of achievement from completing the thousand forges swept away the dejected mood he had been in recently.

Mang Tian, wearing old work clothes, walked out from inside. His usually cold and hard face actually showed a smile when he saw Tang Wulin, his eyes filled with satisfaction and even indulgence.

He nodded to Tang Ziran and then said to Tang Wulin, "Follow me."

The piece of silver was still in Tang Wulin's forging room. After Tang Wulin left with his father yesterday, Mang Tian did not take it away.

"Take a look, your masterpiece." Mang Tian pointed to the silver and said to Tang Wulin.