After hearing Tang San's words, the big man's face suddenly eased up, and they were all from poor backgrounds, so they immediately felt a great deal of sympathy. Moreover, this child was still studying at Noding Academy, so the big man asked: "Alright, if you're willing to come, then come on. You can be our errand boy, pouring tea and serving water, you should be able to do that much. However, your salary won't be too high, but we'll make sure you have enough food. How about it?"

  "Alright, no problem." Tang San was overjoyed and hastily agreed.

  The blacksmiths all smiled kindly at Tang San, the big man glared at everyone and said: "What are you looking at? Don't you have work to do? Hurry up, tonight I'll treat everyone to a drink of millet wine."

  After hearing Da Han's words, the ironworkers suddenly gained momentum and continued their work with renewed enthusiasm.

  "I'm Shi San, Shi as in stone. You can call me Third Uncle. This ironwork shop has been passed down through my family. From now on, you'll work here and I'll cover your lunch and dinner every day. I'll also give you ten copper soul coins, which is equivalent to one silver soul coin. If the results are good, I might give you a bit more. Oh, what's your name?"

  "Third Uncle, I'm Tang San."

  "Tang San? Haha, great, we both have the word 'three' in our names, looks like we're really fated. Which village are you from?"

  Tang San said: "I'm from Holy Spirit Village."

  Shi San Dao: "You just said you learned blacksmithing from your father since childhood. You're still so young, what could your father have taught you?"

  "Tang San said: 'Of course it was cast, Third Uncle. Don't look at me as a small kid, I have strength and casting pig iron is no problem.'"

  Shi San burst out laughing, "Brothers, our new little friend says he can also cast. Do you believe it?"

  The blacksmiths also burst out laughing, Tang San looked like he was only six or seven years old, and this was after getting his first soul ring, his body had grown a bit taller. From the outside, who would believe that he could cast?

  Being underestimated always feels bad, Tang San said: "Third Uncle, I really can cast it, don't believe me? Let me try."

  Shi San stopped what he was doing, placed the casting hammer on the ground, "Alright, if you can lift this hammer of mine, I'll believe you." He said, handing the handle to Tang San. Since the head of the hammer was in contact with the ground, he wasn't worried that Tang San wouldn't be able to lift it and would end up smashing it.

  "Third Uncle, you're removing impurities from this piece of raw iron. I'll come help you finish it." Tang San took the handle of the casting hammer from Shi San's hand.

  Shi San Tian was born with divine strength, and the hammer he used was obviously larger than others, about half a foot taller than Tang San. At this time, he became the focus of the entire blacksmith shop again, and all the blacksmiths looked at him with a smile on their faces. But soon they couldn't laugh anymore, because Tang San had already lifted that hammer, and it was raised from in front of his body.

  It was thirty percent heavier than the ordinary casting hammer. As soon as the casting hammer left his hand, Tang San had already made a judgment. Although it was a bit heavy, even if he hadn't obtained the soul ring before, he could still barely use it, let alone now.

  As Tang San slowly raised the forging hammer, Shi San also widened his eyes and exclaimed, "What great strength! He's indeed the son of our blacksmith."

  Tang San's eyes stared intently at the pig iron on the furnace, took a deep breath, and suddenly swung up Shi San's casting hammer.

  "Hey."

  His feet firmly grasped the ground, his calf suddenly exerted force, and the power transmitted upwards. Tang San's body half-turned, and the massive forging hammer swung in a slanting circle in mid-air, heavily striking that piece of raw iron.

  With a loud clang, the smiles of all the blacksmiths turned into shock. Immediately following, with the rebound of the hammer, Tang San made a quick turn, and the hammer in his hand swung up again, another loud crash, the hammer fell even heavier on the red-hot iron.

  "Third Uncle, trouble you to help me pull the wind box. The temperature is not enough." Tang San quickly said a sentence, his third hammer had already swung up again. This time, the casting hammer's momentum was even more urgent, bringing with it a whirring sound of the wind.

  Shi San was also an old blacksmith, so he naturally understood the consequences of insufficient temperature. He hastily squatted down beside him and pulled out the bellows.

  The next scene was one that the blacksmiths present would never forget. The heavy casting hammer in Tang San's hands seemed to come alive, drawing circle after circle in the air, full of rhythm, as if the sound of the hammering was being performed in the blacksmith shop itself.

  They didn't notice that Tang San's hands had turned a pale white, accompanied by the sound of clanging metal, the pig iron continuously jumping under the hammer.

  Shi San was pulling the bellows with all his might, while staring intently at Tang San's hammering. His eyes could no longer be described as merely surprised.

  All the other blacksmiths knew how heavy Shi San's hammer was, so they naturally knew how difficult it was to strike continuously. Especially someone like Tang San, whose strength increased with each strike, made it even more extremely difficult.

  With a loud clang, the final strike was completed. Tang San spun around twice on the spot with the hammer, dissipating the force of the blow. The large hammer head fell back to the ground, causing both the iron forge and the blacksmiths' hearts to tremble simultaneously.

  Twenty-seven hammerings, twenty-seven continuous hammerings, the shape of the pig iron that Shi San had forged before did not change in any way, but it shrank as a whole.

  Tang San was able to accomplish these things, Shi San asked himself if he could also do it, but it would take a whole day. It's worth noting that Shi San had already been an official blacksmith for fifteen years.

  Looking at Tang San, who was slightly panting with sweat on his forehead, Shi San's eyes widened in surprise: "This... this is actually the Wind Chasing Hammer Technique? The strongest continuous casting technique in Forging Arts?"

  "What's Hammer of Wind and Rain?" Tang San asked in puzzlement.

  Shi San's face was flushed with excitement, "The so-called 'Pi Feng Chui Fa' is a continuous hammering method for casting, using leverage to exert force, and can perfectly bring out the power of our blacksmiths. It's said that the most skilled blacksmiths can strike eighty-one hammers in a row, directly shaping a piece of raw iron into whatever shape they want. Most importantly, 'Pi Feng Chui Fa' is the strongest casting technique for removing metal impurities, I thought it had long been lost, but unexpectedly saw it in your hands today."