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The term "divine power" applies differently to people of different ages, and the measured values naturally vary.

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A six-year-old child who can swing these two iron hammers to complete a thousand strikes is definitely worthy of this title.

However, Mang didn't call a halt. He just stood silently beside him, watching as Tang Wulin continued his hammering.

His movements were direct and powerful, but he lacked any techniques for unloading or dissipating force. The recoil from his strikes undoubtedly placed a heavy burden on his arms.

Fifty times, eighty times, one hundred times.

Sweat welled up again, the pain even more intense than before. His arms were burning hot, and from overexertion, his scalp started to throb. But Tang Wulin still gritted his teeth and continued to hammer away relentlessly.

One hundred and fifty hammer blows, his body began to tremble, his arms ached as if they weren't his own, and his vision blurred. But he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

I can persevere, I can pass the test. I'm a man, perseverance is victory.

When Mang called to stop, Tang Wulin himself didn't know how many times he had swung the hammer. If Mang hadn't grabbed him, he would have fallen to the ground.

Taking the hammer from him, Meng could clearly see that Tang Wulin's palms were both blistered from the recoil of the hammer, and his arms were swollen.

The imposing blacksmith finally moved, not only because of Tang Wulin's divine power but also because of his persistence.

Strength can still be cultivated later, but such a steadfast personality appearing in a six-year-old child is truly precious.

“You’ve raised a fine child, I’ll take him now. From now on, he'll come at this time every day. Go back and apply this ointment to his arms.” When Lan Yue came to pick up Tang Wulin, she saw a much gentler Meng, as well as the bottle of ointment he offered her.

Later, Tang Wulin was resting. His spirit had recovered, but his arms ached so much that he couldn't lift them.

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The explanation of forging that Meng had given him still echoed in his mind.

“What is forging Forging and casting are completely different. Casting only requires a mold, using machinery to press metal according to the mold to create the desired shape, that's casting. While forging, however, requires a blacksmith to hammer it out piece by piece. Of course, forging can also be done with machines, but metal is also alive, and machine-made forging can never truly grasp the texture of metal. Therefore, the top-tier mech parts are all handcrafted by blacksmiths. A good blacksmith is a true artisan, possessing a status no less than that of a soul master.”

Soul masters and mecha pilots, these are all boys' dreams.

"Ouch." Tang Wulin cried out as Lang Yue pulled his hand.

Only then did Lang Yue realize the wound on her son's palm.

"Oh! What did he, what did he do to you" Tears welled up in her eyes almost instantly. She never could have imagined that in just these two moments, her son would suffer such a great injustice.

Tang Wulin shook his head and said, “It’s nothing! Uncle Meng tested me, and I passed. Mom, am I amazing Don't cry! It doesn't hurt.”

"Let's go home." Lang Yue wiped away the tears from her eyes, her gaze filled with regret.

“Mom, I’m really okay. I’m so happy! I passed Uncle Mang's test. Aren't you proud of me This is just like Dad’s accomplishment blessing.”

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"Happy, Mama is happy." Lang Yue touched her son's head, tears welling up in her eyes once more.

Back home, as soon as Tang Wulin entered the door, he saw Na'er sitting at the table and immediately ran over excitedly. Lan Yue went into the kitchen to make dinner.

“Nǎ’er, you know Today I passed Uncle Máng’s test and can start learning blacksmithing from him. When my brother earns money through blacksmithing, we can save up to buy soul spirits, and I can even buy you delicious food…” With a child's innocence, he had completely forgotten the pain in his arm and excitedly shared this particularly fulfilling achievement with Nǎ’er.

Natalie listened intently, though her eyes occasionally flickered with a hint of confusion.

"Na'er, you really don't remember where your home is at all" Tang Wulin asked unconsciously after finishing talking about the test.

Naher shook her head, "I really don't remember. I only remember my name is Naher. Everything else is blurry. Lín gege, am I very stupid"

Tang Wulin hurriedly said, "No, N'er is definitely not stupid. It's okay if you don't remember, from now on, this place will be your home, my parents are your parents too, you are my sister!"

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Nair looked at him, a sweet smile slowly spreading across her face. This was the first time she had smiled since arriving here.

"Wow, Nale, you look so beautiful when you smile. Let me tell you a secret, brother will work hard to become a soul master, and I'll protect you in the future, okay"

"Okay."

When Tang Ziran returned, dinner was already ready.

"Ziran, come with me for a moment. The children can eat first." Lang Yue glanced at Tang Ziran seemingly calmly, then walked towards their room.

Tang Ziran was stunned, looked at her son, and gave him a questioning look. Tang Wulin shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he didn't know what his mother was thinking either.

Tang Zi Ran hurriedly followed Lang Yue into the room, and Lang Yue closed the door.

"Nali, let's eat first. Are you hungry" Considering the eating habits of these two gluttons, Jin Langyue had made extra dishes today.

Natalie seemed to have no resistance to food. Upon hearing this, she immediately nodded and started eating with gusto.

She had just started eating, but she noticed that Tang Wulin sitting beside her wasn't as enthusiastic as yesterday. When she looked up at him, she saw that he was frowning and twisting his body, looking pained.

"What's wrong with your brother" Nari asked in a crisp voice.

"After testing, my arms hurt so much, I can barely lift them." Tang Wulin had been particularly hungry lately, and after school, he'd still been working intensely. It was no surprise that he craved food at this moment.

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Nair blinked her eyes and said, "Then I'll feed you."

"Great! Great!" Tang Wulin exclaimed joyfully.

Nalle's movements were a bit awkward, even clumsy. She scooped rice and vegetables alternately and fed them into Tang Wulin's mouth.

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Two children, one six years old and the other five and a half, with a touch of warmth in their innocence. This small home seemed to have softened even its lights.

“Nell, you're so kind.” up together, “Good morning, teacher” 。" Please sit down. 。" Her gaze shifted from Tang Wulin, looking at the whole class of students, and said, "Today is a practical combat lesson " 。By groups. 。......