The surrounding scenery flew past rapidly. Qian Mo only felt as if his whole body was surrounded by a fiery energy, making it impossible to struggle at all.
But in just a few breaths' time, his body felt light, and when his feet touched the ground again, he had already arrived inside a forging room.
This was a massive room. The room was messy, with several rows of metal shelves on both sides. In the center of the room was a huge forging platform, shimmering with silver light. It was clearly not an ordinary item, but it was still quite inferior compared to Zhen Hua's.
Feng Wuyu pointed to the rare metals placed on the shelves and said loudly, "You can choose any metal on the shelves. Forge the best work you can within your capabilities."
"Okay, Old Feng." Qian Mo walked to the iron shelf nearby as instructed, looked at the precious rare metals piece by piece, and finally chose thorianite.
"Thorianite, this isn't easy." Feng Wuyu mumbled from the side, crossing his arms.
Qian Mo opened the forging platform, placed the thorianite into the Sacred Flame to slowly burn, and held a silver forging hammer in his right hand, which was engraved with complex and noble golden patterns.
He gently stroked the thorianite with his left hand, slightly closed his eyes, and carefully sensed the feedback voluntarily provided by the thorianite, which made him very clear on how the first strike should land.
Qian Mo suddenly opened his eyes, which had already turned golden. He swung the hammer in his right hand and struck down fiercely. His entire aura instantly merged with the thorianite.
"Holy crap!" Feng Wuyu cried out strangely, his face full of shock.
A series of dense booming sounds rang out, and the clanging sounds of forging gradually combined into a wonderful and pleasant symphony. Feng Wuyu couldn't help but become immersed in it.
This kind of forging rhythm, perfectly integrated with the metal, was absolutely the most wonderful music in the forging world.
"Clang, clang, clang..." Accompanied by the rhythmic continuous hammering, and the baking of the Sacred Flame below, a layer of impurities on the thorianite began to disappear silently, while its volume slowly shrank.
The silver patterns became increasingly clear and bright, gradually shimmering with golden brilliance.
As the final hammer fell, a violent roar, accompanied by a golden halo, suddenly broke through the furnace's confinement, illuminating the entire forging room. Within the halo, there seemed to be a faint image of an angel spreading its wings and flying.
This golden light shot up into the Sky, soaring over three feet high, and only gradually retracted after more than ten seconds, converging back into the metal itself.
"Thousand Refinements with Spirit, First Grade realm!" Feng Wuyu blurted out, staring blankly at the thorianite on the forging platform, which was radiating brilliant light and seemed to be cheering.
Nine years old, Thousand Refinements First Grade, Peak Level Four, can these words even be put together?
Is this World still real?
Feng Wuyu grabbed his messy hair, his mind a complete mess.
Feng Wuyu had originally thought that Qian Mo reaching a Level Two Blacksmith at this age would definitely be worthy of a Divine Craftsman's disciple, but he didn't expect Qian Mo to double that.
Qian Mo reached out and picked up the thorianite he had just forged, carefully observing the delicate and beautiful patterns on it, and said excitedly, "Not bad, Peak First Grade. This is my best work during this period."
Qian Mo had only just entered Level Four, and forging a Thousand Refinements First Grade metal in one go this time was completely beyond his expectations.
Placing the thorianite in front of Feng Wuyu, Qian Mo showed off, "How is it, Old Feng? Does this junior's forging skill meet your esteemed gaze?"
Feng Wuyu gave a tactical cough, trying hard to put on a dignified elder's posture, and said in a deep voice, "Not bad, it exceeded my expectations. Don't be arrogant, avoid impetuosity, and remember not to try Spirit Forging."
When he said the last sentence, Feng Wuyu's face was serious, and he said in a solemn tone, "Your current spirit power and Qi and Blood are too low. Rushing into Spirit Forging rashly can easily cause severe damage to your mind and affect your forging future."
"During this time, just take on two forging tasks every day, solidify your foundation, and consolidate your Level Four realm."
Your primary task is to fully strive for Three Rings and find ways to increase your Qi and Blood Power."
Qian Mo nodded in agreement, "My Teacher also mentioned similar issues. My forging progress is too fast, but the higher the forging level, the more profound the foundation required. So he also hopes that I slow down and focus more on cultivating spirit power, mental force, and Qi and Blood Power."
"It's good that you understand. For spirit power, mental force, and Qi and Blood Power, the Inner Courtyard has Teachers or Elders who are proficient in these areas. You can consult them, but this will require spending contribution points."
Feng Wuyu slapped Qian Mo on the shoulder heartily and said enthusiastically.
"But don't worry, we blacksmiths are major earners of contribution points. The contribution points earned from forging metals are the highest in the entire academy. Since you've joined my Shrek Forging Association, you'll definitely earn countless contribution points every day."
"Okay, I understand," Qian Mo twitched the corner of his mouth, thought for a moment, and decided to go along with Feng Wuyu's words.
"Um, Senior, is there anything else? If not, I'll leave first?"
Qian Mo said tentatively.
Feng Wuyu waved his hand and said, "Go, go."
However, you're not allowed to join any other associations in the academy anymore!"
"Understood!"
Qian Mo responded, pocketed the Thousand Refinements thorianite, and left without looking back.
After leaving the door, Qian Mo found himself on the upper floor of the Outer Courtyard's main teaching building. The Forging Association was not far away.
He wasn't familiar enough with the main teaching building and had difficulty finding the stairs. Just as he descended two floors, he ran into Gu Yuena, who was coming up.
"Na'er, how did you find your way here?"
Qian Mo said in surprise.
Gu Yuena said exasperatedly, "That weird red-haired old man took you away without saying a word. I spent a long time asking around before I found out he might have brought you here."
"You've gone through trouble for me. Let's go back!"
Qian Mo took Gu Yuena's hand and walked downstairs.
As they walked, Qian Mo vividly recounted to Gu Yuena what had just happened in the forging room.
After listening, Gu Yuena grumbled discontentedly, "The Teachers at Shrek Academy are really weirder than the last."
Qian Mo shrugged and said helplessly, "Well, they are geniuses, they're bound to have some strange quirks."
The two strolled back to their small attic.
After Gu Yuena "tactfully" refused Qian Mo's "living together," the two said goodnight to each other and went back to their respective small attics to rest.
Qian Mo came to the second floor of the attic, cleared out an empty area, and took out an experimental table from his storage ring to place there.
The screen on the experimental table lit up and quickly displayed the words "Connection Successful."
The figure of the intelligent butler Keisha was projected from the experimental table. She bowed slightly towards Qian Mo and said reverently, "The Sacred Knowledge Vault is connected. Please give your instructions, Mr. Qian Mo."
Qian Mo sat in front of the experimental table, leaning back in his chair, his fingers interlocked, and softly asked, "How is the second-generation Dou Armor plan progressing?"
Keisha's light voice sounded again, "After two hundred seven thousand four hundred fifty-two core array simulations and engravings by the Sacred Knowledge Vault, the required core array model has been successfully found."
Currently, Kong Lao and Mr. Hong Chen are steadily advancing the second-generation Dou Armor plan based on this."