Old Jack was obviously very patient with Tang San, in his heart, the most sensible child in the village was none other than Tang San in front of him. It's really hard to imagine how such a father could have such an obedient son.
"The Grandmaster is a title for the Soul Master level. The Soul Masters are the most noble profession in our entire Douluo Continent, they can be powerful warriors or have excellent supporting abilities. But no matter what kind of Soul Master, their levels are sorted according to the same title."
"Soul Masters all possess their own Martial Soul Force, and based on the strength of this force, they are divided into ten great titles. Each title is further divided into ten levels. At the beginning, those who have just started out are called Soul Apprentices; as long as one's Martial Soul awakens, everyone becomes a Soul Apprentice. If one can cultivate their Martial Soul, when their soul force reaches level eleven, they will enter the next title, which is that of a Soul Master. A Great Soul Master is the third title in this sequence. Reaching the realm of a Great Soul Master means one has already become an extremely powerful Soul Master. The overall ten titles are as follows."
"Soul Masters, Soul Teachers, Great Soul Masters, Soul Honored Ones, Soul Sages, Soul Kings, Soul Emperors, Soul Saints, and Title Douluo. The name of our Douluo Continent comes from this. Legend has it that any Title Douluo who reaches level 90 or above can give themselves a title, they are simply invincible existences."
A proud glint shone in his eyes, "Our Holy Soul Village was once home to an Eighth-Order Saint a hundred years ago. In the entire city of Norden, and even the entire province of Fasno, such a thing is extremely rare."
Tang Hao, who was standing beside him, rolled his eyes and said, "Old Jack, that's just a legend."
As if he had been touched by a reverse scale, Old Jack was furious. "What is called legend? Legend also comes from fact. Tang Hao, you have been in the village for six years and should understand the position of that Soul Saint in our minds. If I hear you insult Soul Saint again, I will expel you from the village. If it weren't for Xiaosan's sake, do you think I would be willing to come to your doghouse?"
Tang Hao didn't get angry, still tapping the farm tool in his hand, as if he hadn't heard Jack's words.
Jack glared at him fiercely, then turned to Tang San and said: "In the future, you must never be as useless as your father. Alright, I'll leave first. Three days later, I'll come pick you up."
Having said that, Old Jack stormed out of the blacksmith's shop.
"Dad." Tang San called out.
"Hmm" Tang Hao gave him a cold glance, seeing the chill in his father's eyes, Tang San had to swallow back what he wanted to say. He lowered his head and returned to his own room to continue practicing those one million hammer strikes.
Night falls, after dinner, Tang Huan wipes his mouth and habitually walks out to drink the worst quality barley wine.
"Dad, wait." Tang San didn't have time to put down his bowl and chopsticks before calling out to Tang Hao.
"What's wrong?" Tang Hao glared at him impatiently, although he had never hit Tang San before, but for some reason, Tang San was born with a bit of fear towards this father. For someone who had lived through two lifetimes, it was also impossible to change this feeling.
"That's ten thousand finished," Tang San said.
"Ah" The gleam in Tang Hao's eyes seemed to brighten a few shades, "Bring it here and let me take a look."
"Alright." Tang San quickly ran back to his own room and soon came running out with an iron block in his hands.
The iron block was entirely black, although its shape was not regular, but every section looked extremely glossy, with a dark glow flashing in and out. The entire iron block was roughly one-fourth the size of the original iron cauldron, and Tang San only felt comfortable holding it after activating his Xuan Tian God.
Tang Hao grasped the black iron block in his hand and held it up to his eyes, examining it carefully. "Now do you understand what I'm saying?"
Tang San nodded, "A hundred refinements create steel. Even the poorest quality metal can become superior through repeated forging and refinement. Daddy, is this the principle you're trying to tell me?"
Tang Hao found that his son had been bringing him surprises these days, and returned the iron block to him. "Then you can continue. When you forge it into a fist-sized piece, bring it back for me to see." After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out of the house door.
According to what he originally said, forging that iron block ten thousand times would be enough to teach Tang San how to forge, but now it seems like he's going back on his word. However, Tang San didn't pay attention to these things; he was only thinking about the words of Tang Hao.
A piece of iron the size of a fist, can it really be forged to the size of a fist? Although it's only one quarter of its original volume, Tang San was very clear that as he continued to forge, the density of the iron block became greater and greater, making it even more difficult for the volume to shrink. Wanting to forge it to the point where it was only the size of a fist wasn't something that could be accomplished with just another ten thousand hammer strikes.
Tempered to perfection, what about ten thousand refinements? A bright light flashed in Tang San's eyes, his feet slightly shifted, and his body had already nimbly slipped into his own room. Before long, the clanging sounds of hammering rose once more from the blacksmith's workshop.
The three days passed quickly, and Tang San still went to the top of the mountain every morning to do his routine exercises. After returning home, apart from cooking, he was forging. It can be said that he had a rivalry with that piece of raw iron. The speed of his hammering increased every day. The Xuan Tian Gong helped him quickly recover his physical strength, allowing him to maintain this continuous forging process.
"Little San, Grandpa is here to pick you up." Old Jack arrived at the blacksmith's shop on time. Perhaps because of his dislike for Tang Hao, this time he didn't even go inside, just calling out for Tang San from outside.
Tang San glanced at his father who had just finished breakfast. Tang Hao said coldly, "Go. Don't be late for lunch."
