Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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At the same time, within the territory of the Star Luo Empire, at the headquarters of the Heavenly Sky Sect.

 "Clang—! Clang—! Clang, clang, clang…"

 Amidst the storm of hammering, four halos—two yellow and two purple—circled around a tall teenager.

 Not far away, a similarly tall but more muscular young man watched the teenager's every move with keen eyes, nodding and smiling at times, and frowning at others.

 'Although Young Master's strength has advanced rapidly, he is still young and impatient. He can't calm down to understand the changes in his power, and instead relies solely on his immense strength to control the Heavenly Hammer…'

 "Clang—!"

 A thunderous sound, piercing the clouds and splitting the rocks, interrupted the muscular young man's thoughts.

 "Titan~" The teenager, holding a hammer, turned to look at the muscular young man, raising his chin and asked, "Come and take a look…"

 "Yes, Young Master~" The muscular young man, named Titan, immediately responded and stepped forward.

 As Titan's soul power enveloped his hand, picking up a scorching hot, large sword, the teenager's gaze shifted to the window beside him, looking out at the rolling mountains in the distance, his thoughts wandering:

 'My strength is still too weak. At the next conference, I, Tang Hao, will not just be a Soul Patriarch. I will become a Soul Sage, a Soul Douluo, and even a Sealed Douluo!!'

 …

 As sixteen-year-old Tang Hao made his vow in his heart, thousands of miles away, Yu Luomian, after handling some family affairs, left the Jade Dragon Mountain Range where the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Clan resided, citing official business.

 A few days later, in the Tian Dou Empire, in Lorin City, in a small courtyard in the eastern part of the city.

 Inside the courtyard gate, a young woman in her early twenties, dressed in a simple blue dress, held a little girl and looked at the tall figure about to leave, asking softly, "Luomian, when will you come again? Erlong misses you~"

 The young woman wore a simple blue dress, with a scarf tying up a strand of her black hair. Her face, as white as jade, had delicate and charming features, with her brows and eyes beautifully drawn.

 At that moment, her large, black eyes, filled with longing and anticipation, gazed silently at the tall figure.

 The tall figure, Yu Luomian, stopped, nodded to the young woman in the blue dress, then squatted down and looked directly at the little girl, who also showed reluctance, and smiled, saying, "Father promises you, Erlong, that I will definitely come to celebrate your third birthday, okay?"

 …

 Within the territory of the Star Luo Empire, in Gengxin City, on the fourth floor of the General Blacksmith Association.

 A short, fat creature, resembling a ball, with a strong smell of metal and charcoal, pushed open the door of a room and shouted, "Master, you called?"

 In the dazzling sunlight streaming in from the window, through the thick beard on the short, fat creature's face, one could see the contours of his features, his black and bright eyes, and his skin, which, despite being covered in soot and metal powder, still had a luster and elasticity, indicating that he was probably no more than thirty years old, not quite forty.

 Inside the room, behind a large workbench filled with various items, an elderly man with white hair raised his head and glared at the short, fat young man, "Of course it's me. Who else would call you down from the fifth floor?"

 "Yes, yes, yes~" The short, fat young man nodded his head comically and hurriedly said, "Whatever you need, Master, I'll do it to the best of my ability…"

 "Alright, alright~" The white-haired old man waved his hand, gesturing for the short, fat young man to come closer.

 When the short, fat young man reached the workbench, the old man motioned for him to sit down, then picked up two metal ingots from the workbench and said, "You've now reached the Master Blacksmith level in your forging skills. The next step is to find your own path to becoming a Divine Blacksmith~"

 Hearing the words 'Divine Blacksmith,' the short, fat young man, who had been somewhat nonchalant, subconsciously straightened his plump waist and looked at the old man with a serious expression, ready to listen.

 "Every blacksmith is the same before becoming a Master~" The white-haired old man ignored the short, fat young man's change and continued to fiddle with the metal ingots in his hands, speaking calmly, "A Senior Blacksmith starts with hundred-forging and gradually hones their skills through practice. They experiment with the fusion of different metals, gaining insights—

 Until they can smelt a metal alloy that can withstand thousand-forging and successfully shape it, they can then become a Master Blacksmith…"

 At this point, the white-haired old man seemed to recall something and added, "Last year, Titan wrote to me asking if simply thousand-forging a single metal and succeeding could count as a Master Blacksmith~"

 "Titan?" The short, fat young man's mustache or eyebrow twitched, and he interrupted, "Didn't that guy already become a Master Blacksmith? I remember the last time we met, he was already a Master Blacksmith, his skills not inferior to mine at all…"

 "I think he was asking on behalf of the Tang family~" The white-haired old man shook his head, not wanting to elaborate.

 However, the short, fat young man was curious and asked, "So, Master, what did you tell him?

 In theory, thousand-forging a single metal can achieve a strength comparable to that of a thousand-forged alloy, but it is too homogeneous, and the tools forged from it might be…"

 Before the short, fat young man could finish, the white-haired old man said coolly, "I told him that it is indeed a Master Blacksmith, and an exceptionally talented one, with the potential to become a Divine Blacksmith—"

 The short, fat young man blinked, staring at his master's serious face in confusion.

 "Smack—!" "Ouch! Ow—!!"

 The short, fat young man rubbed his head, while the white-haired old man, having retracted his hand, placed the metal ingot, now covered with a bit of soot and metal powder, back on the workbench and muttered, "Idiot~"

 "Ouch—what—" The short, fat young man, sucking in a breath, said resentfully, "I know, you're just being nice to him. Who can blame him, with his extraordinary soul power, he can easily complete the forging of materials…"

 Most importantly, as the top sect in the world, backed by a ninety-nine-level Ultimate Douluo, with nearly a dozen Soul Douluo and Soul Sages under them, such power and strength, if they are willing to learn forging and take on the identity of a blacksmith, it's a tribute to the profession of blacksmithing!

 Neither the white-haired old man nor the short, fat young man said this out loud, but they both pretended that the other hadn't thought of it.

 "Alright! No more nonsense~" The white-haired old man bent down slightly, rummaged around under the workbench for a while, and finally pulled out an old letter.

 Placing the letter on the workbench, he turned to the short, fat young man and said, "Lou Gao, at your current Master Blacksmith level, you can no longer improve by staying in the forge. You need to go out, visit the origins of various metals, see what they look like in their natural state, and travel across the Douluo Continent to meet different soul masters and blacksmiths, exchanging forging techniques—

 As the saying goes, 'read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles.' You should go out and explore, so you can find your path to becoming a Divine Blacksmith…"

 Listening to his master's earnest advice, Lou Gao, the short, fat young man, nodded silently, his gaze fixed on the old letter on the workbench.

 Following Lou Gao's gaze, the white-haired old man, with a nostalgic look, said, "This was sent to me by an elder brother two years ago. He said he had discovered a boy with exceptional forging talent, with the potential to become a Divine Blacksmith~

 Unfortunately, Vajra Senior Brother's talent was limited, and he only learned the first thirty-six techniques of the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique. When you travel across the continent, stop by and visit him, and meet the boy. If he truly has the talent, teach him the remaining forty-five techniques—"

 Lou Gao nodded again and asked, "Where is Vajra Senior Brother now?"

 The white-haired old man replied, "He returned to his hometown over forty years ago, in the Waterwood Principality—"

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