"Xiao Xuan! Wu Lin! Come here."
Mang Tian beckoned to the two, signaling them to come over.
"Teacher!"
Lin Xuan and Tang Wu Lin came to him.
"Since I took you under my wing three years ago, your performance has far exceeded my expectations. Your progress has been incredibly rapid. Especially you, Xiao Xuan, I can't teach you much more now."
Mang Tian sighed, then looked at Mu Chen beside him.
"As one of the ten great craftsmen of the continent, the Guild Master's forging skills far surpass mine. If you want to go further, you will inevitably need to reach higher levels, which I cannot provide." "
Therefore, my suggestion is that you both become the Guild Master's students. What do you think?"
Mang Tian looked at his two disciples, not transferring the teacher-student relationship as in the original story.
Although he was only a level six blacksmith, based on his role as Lin Xuan and Tang Wu Lin's guide, he felt he was qualified to sit on the same level as Mu Chen.
Mu Chen also looked at the two with anticipation.
Disciples seek teachers, and teachers also seek disciples.
For a master blacksmith like him, finding a disciple to inherit his mantle was a rare and precious thing.
"Brother Xuan!"
Tang Wulin looked at Lin Xuan, wanting to see his thoughts. Lin Xuan nodded to him, then respectfully said to Mu Chen,
"Teacher! Lin Xuan is willing!"
Having grown up receiving alms from many families, Lin Xuan naturally had no prejudice against different lineages. If his system were a master-apprentice system, he would accept hundreds of masters without batting an eye.
"I'm willing too!"
Tang Wulin also stepped forward to become a disciple.
"Good, good, good!"
Mu Chen laughed a few times and quickly helped the two up. His cultivation had basically peaked at the Soul Douluo level; he had no hope of reaching the Divine Craftsman level in this lifetime, but having these two excellent disciples was enough.
Mu Chen looked at Lin Xuan and his brother, his eyes glazed over, seemingly understanding why his teacher had been so happy when he accepted them as disciples.
Mang Tian, standing to the side, smiled as he watched the group. In the forging world, it was generally a single lineage passed down through generations. Mu Chen had already made a profit by agreeing to be his and his partner's master.
"Xiao Xuan, you can now forge a thousand-fold forging to the first grade, but there are still some details to pay attention to when you first enter this stage. Wu Lin, you can also watch along."
Mu Chen walked directly to the forging platform and said to the two of them. Having just taken them on as his students, he naturally had to show off his skills.
"Watch carefully, under these circumstances..."
A few minutes later, Mu Chen swung the forging hammer and began to demonstrate to the two of them.
A few months later, on the back slope of Donghai Academy.
"Slash!"
Lin Xuan's eyes flashed, and he swung his longsword fiercely, a three-foot-long sword aura flying out from the sword.
"Boom!"
A flash of sword light, and a camphor tree as thick as a bowl in front of him was cut in half and slowly fell to the ground.
"It's still a little lacking..."
Lin Xuan carefully savored the sword strike just now, and it seemed to be missing something.
In the past two months, Lin Xuan's learning life has also become more regular. Every weekend, he goes to the Forging Master Association to take on tasks to pay off his debts, and every half month, he goes to the Spirit Ascension Platform to improve his soul spirit.
As for where the money for going to the Spirit Ascension Platform came from? Of course, Lin Xuan borrowed it from Mu Chen, making full use of his master's role.
Of course, Mu Chen wholeheartedly supported this kind of Soul Master cultivation.
After all, the lowest level of Spirit Forging after Thousand Forging requires a cultivation level of three rings. If it weren't for the concern that Lin Xuan's foundation was unstable, Mu Chen would have directly used spiritual objects to forge him to that level.
Besides forging, Lin Xuan devoted most of his attention to creating sword techniques.
In fact, with his swordsmanship foundation, creating a simple sword-type Soul Skill would be a piece of cake.
The problem was that he didn't care for such trashy sword techniques, and creating a Soul Skill that matched his own Martial Soul was the best choice.
So what was Lin Xuan's Martial Soul? A blade of grass!
This naturally reminded him of a Celestial King-level ultimate technique from a novel in his previous life—the Grass Sword Technique!
A blade of grass could also cut down the sun, moon, and stars!
But even a beggar's version of such a peerless sword technique was not something he could create casually.
For the past two months, he had only managed to master a few sword techniques, but they lacked spirit and essence, always missing that final touch. "What's missing?"
Lin Xuan planted his sword to the side, lay down on the grass, letting the swaying blades brush against his face, and savoring the rhythm of the grass.
Dozens of meters away, a girl with a single ponytail sat on the trunk of a large banyan tree, swinging her legs, her eyes filled with confusion as she gazed at Lin Xuan lying on the ground.
"Nothing to do with him?"
Gu Yue had been observing this annoying guy for days; he was either eating or sleeping, nothing unusual.
Could it be that she had come here for another reason?
"What an idiot! What are you doing gesturing like that?"
Gu Yue gave Lin Xuan a disdainful look; this guy was always gesturing with a sword, looking rather foolish.
She lightly jumped down from the tree and turned to leave. She had no interest in watching this idiot sleep.
Just then, a burly boy carrying a lunchbox walked past Gu Yue.
"Why is it her again? Strange! Could it be that Brother Xuan abandoned her after starting something, and she's come knocking on our door?"
Wang Jinxi scratched his head, his mind full of gossip, and muttered to himself. He seemed to have seen this person several times in the past two days.
Gu Yue's departing figure stiffened for a moment, then disappeared around the corner in the distance.
Carrying his lunchbox, Wang Jinxi walked over and sat down next to Lin Xuan.
"Brother Xuan! Today it's braised fish."
Wang Jinxi handed the lunchbox to Lin Xuan; he had become the lunchbox ambassador for the past two months.
"Thanks! Old Wang!"
Lin Xuan got up from the ground, opened the lunchbox, and a rich aroma of fish wafted out, making one's mouth water.
"Brother Xuan, the promotion match between Class 5 and our class is coming up soon, do you want to come and join in?"
Wang Jinxi plucked a blade of grass from the ground and put it in his mouth, half-lying down on the hillside.
A gentle breeze caressed his face, and every now and then, delicate blades of grass brushed against him, creating a ticklish, pleasant sensation.
No wonder Brother Xuan likes staying here so much.
Wang Jinxi secretly praised him. On the other side, Lin Xuan glanced at him upon hearing this.
"So soon it's our class? Don't you three have any confidence in this battle?"
Lin Xuan had taken a long leave from Ye Yingluo for the past two months and wasn't very familiar with what was happening in the class.
Actually, as long as they paid attention to Tang Wulin's martial soul counter against Wang Jinxi, the three of them might not necessarily lose.
"That's not it. We just want to be on the safe side. It would be a bit embarrassing if we unexpectedly lost."
"We watched a few matches of those three from Class 5. Their strength is just so-so, but the girl among them is somewhat threatening."
Wang Jinxi shook his head. These three were strong at the first ring, but they were still no match for the three of them at the second ring.
However, the lesson of being defeated by Lin Xuan in a three-on-one battle was still fresh in their minds, so they didn't dare to make any rash statements. There was still a chance of them losing.
"Let's see when we have time. I'll come when I'm free."
Lin Xuan said after a moment's thought. After this promotion competition, Donghai Academy will establish Class Zero.
It's definitely worth getting in. Putting everything else aside, just the weekly chance to ascend to the Spirit Platform is equivalent to a monthly income of two million.
Even without participating in this promotion competition, getting into Class Zero is easy; you can just fight your way in, the physical kind.
"Alright! I'll be going now."
Wang Jinxi got up, patted his butt, then suddenly remembered something and reminded Lin Xuan,
"There's going to be heavy rain this week, be careful not to get soaked."
Sometimes, Lin Xuan would even stay here at night, not going back to his dorm, saying he was looking for inspiration under the starlight, just to practice his swordsmanship.
"Got it!"
Lin Xuan waved his hand, lay back down on the grass, and gazed at the blue sky and white clouds, lost in thought.
Wang Jinxi shook his head helplessly, then turned and left. He knew Lin Xuan hadn't listened.
But just lying here watching the clouds and grass, could he really comprehend any swordsmanship?
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