Chapter 299 - The Might Of Spirit Refined (2/2)

A pair of golden lights soared into the air, a clear sign that this was a thousand refining with spirit, and an indication that it had reached the first-grade.

The two pillars of light gradually dissipated after ten seconds, accompanied by the faint draconic roar emanating from the pulsing dragon pattern on Tang Wulin's hammers.

Tang Wulin stood there pensively, his mind deep in contemplation.

So it's actually like this…

The red-haired man watched with bated breath from behind Tang Wulin. When the forty-ninth strike fell, he sucked in a deep breath, his crimson eyes bright as stars.

“I understand now!” Tang Wulin shouted in excitement, bouncing with joy.

The red-haired man made a strange face at the proclamation. “What do you understand?”

“Now that my hammers are spirit refined, they need to be fed blood essence in order to bring out their full power. They can also give me feedback, sending the shock of the collision into me through our blood connection. This allows me to conserve my stamina, enabling me to forge longer and more effectively.”

The feedback that the forty-ninth strike sent to his Golden Dragon King Bloodline made his blood boil over with excitement. In that instant, his body exploded with strength and the effects of his forging soared!

Since it's like this, my chances of successfully spirit refining will be greater and less taxing than normal. Once I get my third ring, the next time I spirit refine will be easy!

Seeing the excitement in Tang Wulin's expression, the red-haired man said, “Good. You pa.s.s. From this moment forth, you are a member of Shrek Blacksmith's a.s.sociation. You can rejoice at the achievement.”

As he spoke, the red-haired man conjured a black badge out of nowhere and moved his hand toward Tang Wulin's chest.

“Huh? Wait a second! I haven't agreed yet!” Tang Wulin jumped back in alarm, but the red-haired man was too quick. All Tang Wulin felt was a warmth on his chest, and the next thing he knew, the badge was stuck to him.

“You don't have the right to refuse. As a blacksmith yourself, what a.s.sociation are you going to enter but the Blacksmith's a.s.sociation?” the man drawled nonchalantly.

Tang Wulin smiled bitterly. “How can you be so forceful? You haven't even told me who you are yet.”

“Me?” The red-haired man pushed his bangs out of his eyes, revealing a pair of arrogant yet tender eyes. “I am the president of Shrek Blacksmith's a.s.sociation and the eighth-rank Saint Blacksmith, Feng Wuyu! So, do you still dare refuse?”

A Saint Blacksmith? Tang Wulin was shaken by the revelation. So Shrek Academy also has a Saint Blacksmith!

“Alright, I accept,” Tang Wulin said sincerely.

“Then hurry up and pay your respects to me as your teacher. In light of your prodigious talent, I shall graciously accept you as my disciple, take you under my wing, and guide you,” Feng Wuyu said.

Shrek Academy has so many eccentrics! Tang Wulin thought.

“My apologies! I already have a teacher so I cannot kowtow to you as my teacher.”

“You already have a teacher? Who? Who could possibly be as great as I?” A trace of anxiety appeared in Feng Wuyu's eyes.

“My teacher is also an eighth-rank Saint Blacksmith. He's the president of Eastsea Blacksmith's a.s.sociation. He should be a few years younger than you.”

Though Tang Wulin didn't explicitly say Mu Chen was better than Feng Wuyu, just mentioning his age was more than enough to get his point across.

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