Tang San nodded, the profession of blacksmith was undoubtedly the most suitable for him to create hidden weapons. "Dad, you're getting older, in a few more years, when I'm a bit bigger, teach me how to forge kitchen utensils and let me take over your work." Before this, he had always been doing the most intricate and secretive work of manufacturing hidden weapons, but ironically, he didn't know how to do the simplest forging.

  Tang Hao's eyes seemed slightly absent-minded, and he muttered: "Blacksmith, it seems not bad either." He pulled over a worn-out chair and sat down directly in front of the iron ingot, lazily saying: "Little Three, tell me, what kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith?"

  Tang San thought for a moment, then said: "A blacksmith who can forge divine artifacts should be the best blacksmith." He had once heard people in the village say that there were divine artifacts in this world, although he didn't know what they actually were. But with the word "divine" attached to it, it should be pretty good.

  Tang Hao's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery, "Divine artifact? You also know about divine artifacts now. Then tell me, what are divine artifacts forged from?"

  "Of course, with the best materials."

  Tang Hao stretched out an index finger, shaking it in front of Tang San. "If you want to be a qualified blacksmith, remember my words: using top-grade materials to forge divine artifacts isn't the best blacksmith, at most they're just a synthesizer. Using ordinary iron to forge divine artifacts is what makes a divine blacksmith."

  "Forging a divine tool with ordinary iron?" Tang San looked at Tang Hao in surprise, usually, Tang Hao rarely spoke to him, and today was already the most they had spoken.

  Stand up, Tang Hao pointed to a large iron anvil with a side length of 50 cm on the other side of the room. "Want to become a blacksmith and learn forging from me? Then use a hammer to forge it ten thousand times first. Only then do you have this qualification."

  That was a piece of wrought iron, with many impurities in it, and I don't know how much worse it was than the one with the iron mother.

  "Now you can still change your mind." Tang Hao said lightly. He had already prepared to go back to the inner room to continue sleeping.

  "Dad, I'm willing to give it a try." Tang San's voice was clear and calm, but contained a hint of determination.

  Tang Hao looked at him with some surprise, "Good." As he spoke, he walked over and picked up the large iron ingot, placing it directly on the furnace next to the bellows. Once the charcoal fire was lit, they could begin forging it.

  After finishing all this, Tang Hao went back to his room to sleep.

  Tang San was a man of unyielding determination, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to manufacture the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus, the top-ranked mechanical hidden weapon of the Tang Sect, with just a tattered blueprint. It had taken him a full ten years.

  He lit the charcoal fire and pulled the bellows, starting his own work.

  The sound of the bellows rose, flames erupted from the charcoal furnace, burning that large iron ingot. Although Tang San didn't know how to forge, he often watched Tang Hao make farm tools, so he knew the process.

  When the iron anvil was gradually heated to red, he dragged over the iron hammer that Tang Hao usually used, and placed it on the ground. This long-handled iron hammer was even a few points higher than his height. An ordinary five or six-year-old child could not lift it at all, let alone swing it for forging.

  But Tang San still picked it up, and with the power of his Xuan Tian cultivation circulating throughout his body, although he had yet to break through the first stage, he also possessed strength on par with that of an adult.

  As soon as he did, the iron hammer and anvil collided, producing a clear and crisp sound. This was Tang San's first strike, and it marked the beginning of his forging journey.

  In the room, Tang Hao turned over on the bed, although he closed his eyes, but his face still had a few points of surprise, muttering, "Actually can hold the hammer, born with divine power?"

  The sound of hammering began to ring out in the blacksmith's shop, and Tang Hao and Tang San continued their dull lives, but from this day on, Tang Hao had set up another furnace in Tang San's room, letting him forge the iron ingot himself. He didn't give Tang San any pointers, but from that day on, Tang Hao drank less wine, and there was more food at home.

  Forging was absolutely a dull and exhausting process, but Tang San took it as a way to temper his body. Eleven days had passed, he kept counting the number of times he forged, wanting to swing the iron hammer, relying on his physical strength was impossible, must have the assistance of Xuan Tian Gong.

  His entire strength was enough to swing about a hundred hammers, and whenever his energy was exhausted, he would sit cross-legged on the ground to recover. As soon as his internal energy recovered, he immediately continued to hammer away.

  This was not just a physical exercise, but also a good grind for his Xuantian skill and willpower. Unfortunately, the bottleneck of Xuantian's first stage seemed like an unbreakable wall, Tang San's cultivation could not be said to be not diligent, his talent was enough, but he just couldn't break through and enter the second stage.

  But his training was not in vain, although the Xuantian Cultivation Method did not break through, this inner strength became more tenacious as he forged the iron cauldron, and the recovery speed seemed to be a little faster than before.

  Eleven days had passed, and Tang San had already hammered out over eight thousand times. The iron ingot was constantly getting smaller, and it was now less than a third of its original size. With his physical training and increased food intake, his body became more robust, as if there was a force emanating from within him that was gradually filling his body, allowing him to reduce the consumption of internal energy during the continuous forging process. And when he added all his internal energy, his strength also increased greatly.

  When he hammered a thousand times, the iron ingot had undergone some changes, shrinking by a full circle. Although it was burning bright red in the charcoal fire, it could be vaguely seen that the impurities inside seemed to have decreased significantly.

  Tempered into steel, this phrase appeared in Tang San's mind, and it further solidified his determination to complete this ten-thousand-fold refinement. The distance to this goal was already very close.

  Tang San's persistence surprised Tang Hao, who thought that even if his son was born with divine power, he couldn't possibly last more than three days. The handle of the iron hammer was rough to prevent slipping, and the constant swinging would inevitably cause great harm to his palm. But he found that although Tang San was actually forging in earnest, his small hands looked like they hadn't changed at all. Not even a single blister had appeared.