Douluo Dragon King: One-Sword Soul Douluo, Shadow of the End of Dharma

A master blacksmith?!

Upon hearing this, Xie Xie was the first to widen his eyes, feeling as if he had accidentally stumbled into the imperial palace.

Born into a family of mecha pilots, she understood the value of master-level forging better than anyone else present, and it was in no way inferior to that of Xingyuan, a nine-year-old Soul Master.

As the most difficult profession to enter and the most difficult to improve among the secondary professions, many people are stuck at the master level of forging for their entire lives, and many cannot even guarantee a success rate of a thousand forgings.

Rare metals that have been refined to a thousand times or more are available but unsellable in the federal market.

It took her father four whole years to replace all the internal and external parts of the mecha with high-quality forging...

"get out of class dismissed."

Bai Ye closed the book without directly revealing the identities of the two.

Many things can be left for these students to learn privately, which will not only enhance their relationship but also allow them to develop the story as it was originally written.

We can't be brothers anymore, so let's be sisters.

Ring~ Ring!

Upon hearing the end of get out of class, everyone seemed to snap out of their daze, but they didn't rush to leave the classroom.

Everyone instinctively looked at the three genius girls—if nothing unexpected happened, the two professionals the leader mentioned could only be chosen from among the three.

Master-level blacksmith, Level 4 crafter.

"Tang Wulin, you..."

Xie Xie's expression was somewhat complicated, but considering the other party's powerful brick-flying technique, he had basically guessed what it was.

Everyone has their own little secrets, which is not surprising, but it still made the already withdrawn girl feel a little uncomfortable...

Seeing that everyone was looking over, Tang Wulin didn't intend to hide it, and simply smiled modestly:

"Just barely made it to the thousandth forging stage, a stroke of luck."

"There's still luck involved in this?! You can't become a master without real skill!"

Zhang Yangzi rubbed his hands together, his face beaming with smiles, his eyes full of anticipation:

"Sister Wu Lin, I am but a humble man, having wandered half my life without finding a worthy master. If you don't mind, I'll be your underling..."

"Pah! How old are you? Have you no shame?!"

Xie Xie curled his lips. Zhang Yangzi, who was clearly a little unconvinced before, changed his tune as fast as a chameleon and quickly became sycophantic.

It's hard to say what the other person sees in their friend.

"I'm happy to! You're so great, so high and mighty."

Zhang Yangzi's blunt retort, seemingly a quick change of attitude, actually reveals her shrewdness.

No matter what path they choose in the future, Battle Armor Master is the dream profession of all Soul Masters, and metal forging is the most difficult part of it.

Isn't it much better to curry favor with a promising talent than to beg and plead with others in the future?

It's all for improving our strength, nothing to be ashamed of!

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Tang Wulin decisively stood up, gently pressed down on the aloof girl whose face was flushed red, and acted as a peacemaker:

"Stop arguing, everyone. We're all classmates, there's no such thing as high or low status."

"If there is any need in the future, I will definitely do my best to help."

These words, coupled with that delicate smile, immediately eased the tense atmosphere.

Because it was getting late, everyone headed towards the cafeteria, as there wouldn't be any food left if they stayed any longer.

On the way, Tang Wulin and Xie Xie accompanied them, with Gu Yue and Xing Yuan following closely behind, though they didn't speak much, each with a hint of something obscure in their eyes...

"Xie Xie, are you angry again?"

Tang Wulin blinked, thinking that the other party was angry because he had concealed his identity as a blacksmith.

She had no intention of hiding her talents; she was simply too busy to talk much.

"I'm not that petty. I've been hiding things from you anyway..."

Xie Xie turned his head away and muttered to himself.

She suddenly revealed her martial spirit, with golden and dark light flashing back and forth on the dagger, emitting two completely different elemental auras, faintly shimmering like dragon scales.

Gu Yue, who was most sensitive to elements, was the first to notice, and looked at the other person with some surprise:

"Light and dark attributes? Twin martial souls?"

"Yes, I have twin martial souls with innate full soul power."

Perhaps out of acceptance of his companions, or perhaps simply out of a sense of resignation, Xie Xie nodded in agreement, and said self-deprecatingly:

"You wouldn't believe it, would you? Even your father probably never imagined that his daughter would be such a good-for-nothing."

"I've only advanced less than 10 levels in three years."

"Oh……"

In truth, Xie Xie was also holding back her anger. Her mother's death had indeed had a great impact, but she was never one to give in to despair.

The problem is that these twin martial souls actually have flaws.

Other twin martial souls either support two others or are both incredibly powerful, but with mine, they actually conflict with each other, hindering my normal cultivation.

It's a big joke.

"Thank you, Xie..."

Tang Wulin paused, unsure how to comfort her friend.

She could certainly understand that feeling. Before meeting her master, no one thought Blue Silver Grass could become a Soul Master. Her parents only hoped that their daughter could live a peaceful life. Even her younger sister, Na'er, said that she would "protect her older sister in the future."

But how could she accept that?

Becoming a Soul Master is her dream, and her goal is the distant stars and the sea!

"I don't know how to comfort you... How about you hit me to vent your anger?"

"Pfft! You rascal..."

Xie Xie felt somewhat helpless, but then he suddenly felt two pairs of eyes staring at him from behind, and he couldn't help but shiver.

At this moment, Xingyuan, at the end of the line, suddenly spoke up:

"Your martial soul is of very high quality; otherwise, you wouldn't have innate full soul power. You're just born with a defect."

"The potion has the effect of benign mutation and secondary awakening - as long as you demonstrate sufficient value, the leader will not stand idly by."

"Just like my brother."

"real?"

Upon hearing this answer, Xie Xie was taken aback at first, but then a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

Yes, she just has a flawed martial soul, but she's not really a useless person. If her martial soul could awaken a second time, she would definitely still be among the geniuses.

However, everyone's attention quickly shifted to other things.

"Your brother?"

Tang Wulin, somewhat curious, tugged at the white-haired girl's sleeve:

"Sister Xingyuan, your brother must be a very powerful Soul Master, right?"

"Yes, my brother is also a member of the Phantom Troupe."

When talking about his elder brother, Xingyuan's eyes softened, and he said gently, "After graduating from Mingdu Soul Guidance Academy, he followed the leader and was one of the earliest members."

"I actually joined the Phantom Troupe earlier than all of you, and it was he who mediated things between us."

"He is currently serving in the Temple of War."

In her heart, her brother was second only to the regimental commander in terms of family members, and was a brother worthy of respect and emulation.

However, Xie Xie and Gu Yue's expressions were somewhat strange:

"Don't tell me your brother is a prospective God of War in the Temple of War."

Xie Xie was somewhat overwhelmed. It was one thing to be inferior in talent, but now even his background was being crushed.

What is the Temple of War?

The strongest combat force organization supported by the Federation has an extremely powerful military background. Everyone in it must be at least a Title Douluo before they are qualified to become a reserve God of War.

"Of course not!"

Xingyuan retorted, and before the others could react, he took out a crimson medal from his soul tool.

[Proof of a Supreme War God]

The medal is clearly engraved with the owner's name, rank, and title.

Level 95 Super Douluo, Four-Word Battle Armor Master.

The fourth God of War in the Temple of War.

Mystic Saint Douluo - Star River.