Chapter Twenty-Eight: Thousands of Forgings, Deep Silver

agnated, and in the next instant, it turned into a human meat cannonball.Only Gu Yue, who was beside Tang Wulin, saw that Tang Wulin's right hand had turned completely golden in that instant. Her eyes...Four more updates complete! Brothers and sisters of the Tang Sect, collect, recommend, all smash over here! -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The higher the temperature, the better the ductility of silver.

At that moment, a sudden surge of patience erupted within him. Tang Wulin, however, remained relentless. With powerful blows, he hammered away at the silver, causing it to warp and sparks to fly.

Every time his arms began to ache, a surge of heat would flow from his spine, instantly coursing through his limbs, dissolving the pain in his arms. Tang Wulin also adjusted his soul power, injecting it into his arms, maintaining his strength.

Gradually, the one-foot square piece of silver began to change. The effects of a hundred times refining were gradually becoming apparent.

You need to know that silver itself already has very high strength and a large density. To refine it and produce a shrinking effect is very difficult. Moreover, it must be done without damaging its original texture.

Simply by being refined to this near-perfect state in front of Tang Wulin, the value of this piece of silver would increase at least several times over.

Tang Wulin didn't know how many times he had hammered. Gradually, the roar from the hammering disappeared. Before his eyes, the piece of silver seemed to be releasing a faint light. Each hammer blow, it seemed to breathe with him, in sync with Tang Wulin's breath. Tang Wulin's spine was already burning hot, hidden under his clothes, golden lines appeared faintly on his skin.

The one beside him was completely focused on the piece of silver, oblivious to the changes in his disciple.

A golden glimmer flashed deep within Tang Wulin's eyes. The thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer in his hand seemed to have become an extension of himself. Every strike resonated with a pleasing hum, as if the silver metal itself were singing.

Tang Wulin's eyes grew brighter and brighter, his hammer strikes becoming faster and faster. All of his power was concentrated in the pair of thousand-forged tungsten steel hammers in his hands.

The silver was becoming increasingly solid, its volume gradually shrinking by five percent, ten percent, fifteen percent. At this point, its density seemed to have reached its limit, and it would no longer contract inwards. However, with each hammer blow from Tang Wulin, the texture was being subtly improved, making it more rational.

The firelight illuminated the entire forge, casting everything in a crimson glow. Tang Wulin, already drenched in sweat despite his earlier preparation, had beads of perspiration forming on his forehead. Even Mang, standing beside him, was sweating profusely.

This is the feeling of a thousand tempers.

As a master blacksmith of the highest order, Mang perceived the perfect synergy between Tang Wulin's hammer blows and the silver metal.

This is a feeling that cannot be described, it can only be truly felt by those who have gone through thousands of trials.

Originally, Wang Meng just wanted Tang Wulin to experience the Silver Dragon Essence first today and gradually find a feeling. He planned for him to complete the Thousand Forges before going to the Intermediate Academy. But he never expected that Tang Wulin would actually start the Thousand Forges on his first contact with Silver Dragon Essence, and truly entered that state...

This is certainly because he has enough strength, but more importantly, it's his insight! This child is destined to become a master.

The biggest regret of his life was that he couldn't become a master blacksmith. But in Tang Wulin, he seemed to see hope.

Three hours had passed. Tang Wulin had never forged for such a long time at once, and not at such an intense level of forging before.

Three and a half hours past, four o'clock!

Tang Ziran didn't know when he had already stood at the door of the forging room. His son hadn't returned for a long time, so he came to look for him. He just happened to see Tang Wulin sweating profusely.

That wondrous rhythm, the percussion like a symphony, and the son's focused expression.

This was the first time he had seen his son forging, and it was clearly a skill that had been mastered! He was only nine years old! In just three years, he had already reached such a level Tang Zirang had seen quite a few master blacksmiths, but in Tang Wulin, he clearly saw something special, something unique to those masters.

Without disturbing, Tang Ziran understood the importance of focus for a blacksmith when fully immersed in their craft. Mang stood by, it was clear that his son was on the verge of a breakthrough in forging.

It was four and a half hours later, Tang Wulin's face had turned rather pale, and the golden lines on his body had disappeared when Tang Ziruan arrived.

The feeling of tightness he had when he first came here returned, his arms growing heavier. This was clearly exhaustion setting in. But he didn't stop, and with each strike, his power remained even, willpower sustaining him as he continued his forging.

Now we're so close to success, we're almost there. We can't stop now, if we do, all our hard work will be for nothing.

Because of the unknown connection between him and that piece of silver, Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and continued to forge it.

Mang didn't know when he had clenched his fists, at this moment, he was even more nervous than Tang Wulin.

If this child manages to succeed on their first attempt at forging a Thousand Forges, there's no doubt it would build them immense confidence. This would be incredibly beneficial for their future attempts at forging Thousand Forges. Their success rate would undoubtedly be far higher than other blacksmiths.

But, could he hold on It was almost five hours. For nearly five hours straight, even he would have to pour all his soul power into operating at full capacity just to keep going.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding..." The thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer, due to the constant hammering and heat from the furnace, was already glowing red. If it weren't for the thousand forgings that gave it its hardness, it would have long since been unable to withstand it.

Suddenly, the piece of silver trembled slightly under Tang Wulin's forging. Immediately after, a glimmer of bright silver light suddenly broke through the fire's blockade, bathing the entire forge room in a silvery white glow.

Tang Wulin's two hammers fell simultaneously, striking it heavily. In an instant, the silver light became even more rampant.

Mǎng arrived near Tang Wulin almost as fast as lightning. He held a blade in his hand, which had appeared out of nowhere, and with a swift movement, slashed toward Tang Wulin's wrist.

A jet of fresh blood spurted out, landing squarely on the shimmering silver.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Tang Ziran exclaimed. In the next moment, Mang had already covered Tang Wulin's wrist wound with his hand, his eyes fixed on the piece of metal that was shimmering with silver light, and at the same time, he closed the furnace fire.

Here's the translation, keeping only the text and the HTML tags:

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!

Fresh blood fell into the gleam, emitting a series of "hiss" sounds, smoke swirling. The flame extinguished, revealing the metal itself.

It shrank again, this time even more than before. The fiery red on the silver surface faded at an alarming rate, and with it, the shimmering silver glow vanished.

Before forging, its dazzling silver had disappeared, appearing dull and unremarkable. However, on the body itself, a layer of fine, dense patterns emerged, resembling the waves of the ocean. These lines were like inscriptions etched onto the surface, yet the surface remained incredibly smooth.

The gray was rather heavy, but upon closer inspection, it possessed a profound depth. It was an extraordinary kind of richness.

Similarly, the difficulty of forging varies greatly depending on the metal. If the difficulty of forging tungsten steel is 1, then the difficulty of forging sterling silver is at least 5, or even 8.

When Meng allowed Tang Wulin to try forging a thousand times, and gave him this piece of silver metal, he didn't even expect him to succeed. Instead, he wanted him to use this durable and high-quality metal to experience the feeling of forging a thousand times.

But, for five hours, a full five hours, he succeeded.

That ashen gray, it is indeed, a thousand forges of silver!eam's combat effectiveness would be boosted by Xu Xiaoyan's Star Wheel Ice Staff. Even after two rings, the increase was still quite significant. 。Night is slightly disadvantageous for a Fire-element...