Douluo Dragon King: My Martial Soul is the Emperor Armor

"You brat, you're trying to run before you can even walk? An Eight-Star Master Craftsman? Why don't you go find a Divine Craftsman?"

Leng Yaozhu stretched out her slender white finger and poked Su Yang's forehead hard with a hint of annoyance.

Su Yang rubbed his forehead, looking completely matter-of-fact: "Aunt Leng, one should have dreams. What if the master craftsman sees my extraordinary talent and begs to take me on as his apprentice?"

"You're just being cheeky."

Leng Yaozhu shook her head helplessly.

Zhenhua, the only nine-star divine craftsman on the entire continent, holds an extraordinary position. Even that old geezer Qian Gu Dongfeng has to make an appointment in advance if he wants to see him.

However... for this kid's future, we really need to find him a good teacher.

"Forget about the Divine Craftsman, but there is a suitable candidate for the Saint Craftsman. However, he is not in Shrek City, but in East Sea City."

Leng Yaozhu looked at Su Yang, her eyes carrying a hint of testing: "It's a bit far, but I'll take you there to study in my mech every weekend. How about it, are you willing to go?"

"Go! We have to go!"

Su Yang patted his chest with an air of righteous indignation, "To improve my mental strength, I'm willing to go to Donghai City and eat all the buffets there until they're bankrupt! Oh, no, I mean, study hard!"

"..." Leng Yaozhu rolled her eyes. "I knew it."

Su Yang chuckled twice.

"Thank you for your help today, Phantom Brain Douluo." Leng Yaozhu turned around and thanked her.

Han Tianyi waved his hand: "It's alright. In all these years, it's rare to see a seedling with such pure and... strange spiritual power."

He watched as Leng Yaozhu led Su Yang away down the corridor, recalling the chilling will he had felt from the Asura Armor, and pondered deeply.

"The 'quantity' of mental strength can be accumulated, but the 'quality' requires the support of belief. This child has such a carefree personality, as if he doesn't care about anything."

"Without a pure and unwavering conviction as an anchor, it would be difficult to harness the power deep within that armor..."

……

Shrek City, at the entrance of the Federal Junior Academy.

A low-key yet luxurious black Soul Guide sedan slowly started and disappeared into the rain.

"My lord."

The burly man Xiong Jun, who was driving, lowered his voice and reported to his superior: "It's been confirmed by Di Tian. The carrier of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline has been found. He's a young man named Tang Wulin at Hongshan Academy in Aolai City."

"yes……"

Gu Yue sat in the back seat, leaning against the car window, looking absentmindedly at the rain outside.

"Why isn't he making a move?"

"Di Tian said that the boy had the aura of Tang San, the Sea God, which seemed to be an extremely powerful seal."

"The seal of Tang San, the Sea God?"

Gu Yue frowned slightly; those guys from the God Realm still had a backup plan.

Is it the Golden Dragon Spear or the Golden Dragon King's divine core that is sealed away?

Her cool and aloof face was reflected in the glass, but her gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if she were looking through the rain and seeing another person's face with that smug smile.

Over the past three months, both she and Su Yang have broken through to level 16 in soul power.

Although Su Yang did not possess the Golden Dragon King's divine core, the aura emanating from his armor was, in some ways, even purer and more domineering than that of the Golden Dragon King.

The image of the "five-clawed golden dragon" summoned by Su Yang flashed through her mind, along with the sense of connection that made her soul leap with joy on the Ascension Platform that day.

Compared to the unknown Tang Wulin, who might be a trap set by the God King, Su Yang, who is "sharp-tongued but well-informed," is clearly more reliable.

and……

Gu Yue looked down at her palms, where the warmth of their hands still lingered.

That feeling of merging forces is really... addictive.

"Forget it, let's just wait and see."

Gu Yue decided to temporarily abandon thinking about those complicated plans.

Anyway, as long as I can merge with Su Yang, breaking the seal on the Dragon God is only a matter of time.

And... that wingless, five-clawed golden dragon looks quite pleasing to the eye.

"My lord, shall we return to the Spirit Tower today?" Zi Ji asked from the passenger seat.

Gu Yue's smile vanished instantly. Looking at the rain outside the window, she felt inexplicably irritated.

"I'm not going back."

Gu Yue, who already regarded Su Yang as her "possession," made a deep note in her mind about Su Yang's behavior of abandoning her and running away alone.

……

Donghai City, Blacksmiths' Association Building.

This 30-story gray building, adorned with a giant hammer emblem on its exterior, is one of the landmarks of Donghai City.

"boom--"

With a roar of airflow, a mech with a wingspan of over thirty meters and a fiery red body resembling a phoenix landed on the rooftop helipad in a very high-profile manner.

The hatch opened, and two figures, one large and one small, stepped out.

"Aunt Leng, although the mecha is cool, could you please not fly so fast next time? It messed up my hairstyle."

Su Yang calmly tidied his bangs, which had been messed up by the strong wind.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm leaving."

Leng Yaozhu stored the mecha in her storage device, patted him with a smile, and led him directly to the president's office via a private elevator.

"Xiao Xi is here too?"

Leng Yaozhu pushed open the door and entered the office. In addition to Mu Chen, who was working at his desk, there was a little girl of about nine years old lying on the sofa reading a book.

That's Mu Chen's daughter, Mu Xi.

"Your father didn't even tell me beforehand, and Aunt Leng didn't bring any gifts this time."

Leng Yaozhu was like the kind of doting aunt next door who would casually slip a black card from the Federal Bank into someone's hand.

"Hello, Aunt Leng! Thank you, Aunt Leng!"

Mu Xi blinked her big eyes. Although she didn't know how much money was in the card, since it was given by Leng Yaozhu, it could definitely buy a lot of rare metals!

After thanking her politely, her curious gaze fell on the boy behind Leng Yaozhu.

He's quite handsome, but that hands-in-pockets-your-pockets-and-look-like-I-are-inspecting-work-is-a bit annoying.

"Alright, stop spoiling her."

The middle-aged man behind the desk stood up and shook his head helplessly.

It was none other than Mu Chen, the president of the East China Sea Forging Masters Association and an eight-star master craftsman.

He reached across the desk and politely extended his hand: "Your Majesty, you mentioned in the communication that you had an important matter to ask of me, and that it was about a child... Is it him?"

Back then, because of his rival Zhenhua, he was "exiled" to Shrek City, where he received a lot of care from the Spirit Pagoda. Later, when he was transferred to Donghai City, their friendship did not suffer.

Leng Yaozhu patted Su Yang on the shoulder, as if showing off a rare treasure: "Let me formally introduce you. This is my newly accepted last disciple, Su Yang. I would like to ask you to teach him forging."

"Oh? You want him to learn forging?"

Mu Chen looked at Su Yang with some surprise.

At six years old, he looked delicate and tender, and his expression didn't seem like he could endure hardship.

Which family managed to pull strings all the way to Tianfeng Douluo?

However, since it's for Leng Yaozhu's sake...

"Come with your uncle."

Mu Chen led the group into a small forging room next door, where forging tables and metals of various sizes were displayed.

He casually picked up a standard forging hammer from the shelf and handed it to Su Yang: "This is a hundred-pound practice hammer. Try it out first. Don't force yourself. It's okay if you can't lift it..."

For a six-year-old child, 100 pounds is already the limit.

However, Su Yang did not answer.

He stared at the label on the hammer for a while, shook his head, and said earnestly, "Uncle Mu Chen, could we get a bigger one? Like... a thousand-pound one?"

"A thousand jin?" Mu Xi, standing beside her, widened her eyes first. "I can barely lift a hundred jin, how old are you?!"

Mu Chen was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh. "Xiao Yang, forging isn't like weightlifting; strength alone isn't enough."

"But it's too light and doesn't feel right to the touch."

Su Yang sighed and spread his hands helplessly, "Since you don't believe me, then I'll just have to show you my 'blacksmith's work clothes'."