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Waves of intense weakness struck Tang Wulin, causing him to collapse onto the ground. Meng expertly reached into her bosom and pulled out a patch resembling adhesive tape, sticking it over his previous wound on his wrist.

Even the expression of this master-level blacksmith was somewhat strange at this time, his mouth twitching slightly.

He was still a prodigy. He wasn't changed because he didn't have a hammer as his martial spirit. This kind of insight was enough to make up for it.

A thousand hammerings, an insurmountable chasm in the eyes of countless blacksmiths, was achieved by a mere nine-year-old child. How incredible!

Tang Sanzang had already rushed over and supported his son.

Meng Hao fell silent for a long while before slowly saying, "This is Cai's work. Wulin, you must remember everything you felt today. For you, this is just the beginning. The start of a shock that will reshape the forging world."

Unfortunately, Tang Wulin didn't hear his teacher clearly. After five hours of forging, he had completely overdrawn himself and fell asleep in his father's arms.

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

It was already bright outside, the sunlight streaming through the window and falling on the bed where Natalie had slept.

Although Nalei was gone, Tang Wulin didn't let his parents dismantle the bed. In his subconscious, he always believed that Nalei would return one day.

Although my arms don't hurt, my whole body feels a little weak and warm. Just lying in bed like this makes me feel incredibly comfortable and relaxed.

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A faint smile appeared on his face, Qian Dan, it should be finished.

原來千鍛的感覺是那樣的。

Although he was in a coma, he still clearly remembered that when he reached the final stage of forging, every hammer blow seemed to resonate with the silver. It was a very unique feeling, as if the silver came alive. He breathed, and the silver breathed. Every hammer strike felt like a massage, and it would send feelings of comfort. When this comfort reached its peak, the silver sublimated, transforming from quantitative accumulation into qualitative change.

Although he didn't know what happened later, he could still confidently say that he succeeded.

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I am not trash, at least not when it comes to forging, and besides, my Bluesilver Grass isn't ordinary Bluesilver Grass.

Nair, if you were still here, it would be so great. You would definitely be happily with your brother, right Your brother will become stronger and stronger, and he will definitely be able to protect you well and never let anyone hurt you.

Nair, come back soon, or at least tell me where you are! Why did you leave without a word I miss you so much.

Nali's sweet smile floated in his mind, and when her voice, as melodious as a nightingale, called out "brother," it always filled him with such contentment.

I will definitely find you, I will.

Gradually, the warmth coming from his body lulled him back to sleep, where he drifted into the past.

When he woke up again, it was purely from hunger. The colors outside had darkened again, clearly indicating that he had slept for almost eleven hours since the night before.

"Dad, Mom!" Tang Wulin flipped over and sat up. The fatigue had vanished completely, leaving only an empty stomach that ached with hunger. He felt like he could eat a whole cow.

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

Tang Wulin said with some pride, "Mom, I can be forged a thousand times now."

Lang Yue's eyes were red-rimmed, but to her, those things didn't matter. What mattered was that her son was safe and well.

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"My good son, are there any uncomfortable places on your body" Langyue asked softly.

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

"I have, Mom bought you a fat chicken and made chicken soup. Just waiting for you to wake up and drink it. Your teacher, you're a bit drained, after you wake up, eat something easy to digest."

Fifteen minutes later.

Lang Yue and Tang Zi Ran stared dumbfounded at their son who was still eating with gusto. To their son, what was easily digestible It seemed like as long as it could be eaten, it was good to digest.

A whole fat chicken, plus a pot full of chicken soup, five steamed buns, and two plates of vegetables had all gone into the belly of this nine-year-old kid. And he still looked unsatisfied, munching on his sixth bun.

"Why don't you make a few more dishes for your son" Tang ZiRan swallowed, watching his son eat so deliciously that he even felt a little hungry himself.

Lang Yue hurried to her feet.

Tang Wulin was indeed a bottomless pit, especially after expending a large amount of physical energy. He ate for nearly an hour straight before finally letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Son, you won't burst from eating too much, will you" If Tang Yiranzhen hadn't stopped him, Lan Yue would have long since wanted to stop Tang Wulin from eating any more. His food intake clearly exceeded normal limits.

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Tang Wulin said with a satisfied face: "Mom's cooking is still the best. It tastes so good!"

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Tang Zi Ran pulled her son's arm and took a look, a strange light flashed in her eyes. Sure enough, the wrist that had been slashed by Mang yesterday was completely healed, leaving only a faint red mark.

Then Tang Wulin just remembered to ask, "Dad, was my Thousand Forging successful yesterday"

Tang Zi Ran smiled and nodded, "Yes! It's a success, very successful. Your teacher has been praising you endlessly. When you wake up, let him know to go find him quickly."

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

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

Tang Zi Ran stood up and said, "He has just woken up, he won't fall asleep again for a while. It's not too late yet, I'll take him there now. Be right back."

Lang Yue glared at him, her eyes threatening. "If my son causes any more trouble, I'll hold you responsible. You'll be sleeping in the living room."

Tang Zi Ran awkwardly rubbed his nose, "It's like he's not my son."

The father and son went straight to the Mang Studio.

"Teacher, I'm here!" Tang Wulin shouted as soon as he walked in. He was very much looking forward to seeing what his first Qian Dao creation would look like. The sense of accomplishment brought by completing the Qian Dao had swept away some of the dejected emotions he had felt recently.

Mang walked out from inside, wearing his worn work clothes. His usually cold and hard features unconsciously softened into a smile when he saw Tang Wulin, his eyes filled with satisfaction even pampering.

After nodding to Tang Zi'ran, he then said to Tang Wulin, "Follow me."

That piece of silver was still in Tang Wulin's forge. Yesterday, after Tang Wulin followed his father away, Meng didn't take it.

"Here it is, your masterpiece," Meng pointed at the silver figure, towards Tang Wulin.d, his eyes wide with fright. He could clearly see that Xu Xiaoyan was just inches away from him, her hand gripping his shoulder tightly. His own hand was already raised, and if it weren't for the icy...