Soul Land (Spirit World)

The Day of Resurrection of the Spirit I

Old Jack replied to Tang San with patience. In his heart, the most intelligent village boy was none other than this Tang San. It's really hard to imagine that such a father could have such a smart child.

"Great Spirit Expert is a rank of Great Expert. The Great Expert is the noblest calling in our Douluo continent: they can be formidable champions, they can master the ability to help. But no matter which type of Great Expert, everything was sorted and given a title."

"Great Experts have the power of their own spirits. Based on the intensity of the Spirit power, this was divided into ten levels. Each level is further divided into ten ranks. Initially after going through the beginning, one was called the Disciple of the Spirit. As soon as a Spirit rises, they are the Disciples of the Spirit. As the Spirit is able to cultivate, and the power of the Spirit reaches the eleventh rank, one can obtain the next title, which in this case is the Great Expert. And the Supreme Spiritist, it is the third in this order of title. After reaching the realm of the Supreme Spirit Experts, one would become a quite famous Great Expert. There are a total of ten like this."

"Murid of Spirits, Great Expert, Great Expert of Spirits, Elders of Spirits, Ancestor of Spirits, King of Spirits, Emperor of Spirits, Spirit of Sages, Soul of Douluo and the Title of Douluo . This is where the name of our Douluo continent comes from. It is said that when it reaches the power of a ninety rank Douluo, one can take the title for oneself. They were incomparable existences, ah!"

His eyes shone with a proud light.

"One hundred years ago our Holy Spirit village produced the eighth level of the Spirit of the Sage, ah. In all Nuoding cities, even in the entire Fasinuo region, this was extremely rare."

Tang Hao curled his lips.

"Old Jack, it's just a legend, nothing more."

By unintentionally offending him, Old Jack became enraged, and,

"What do you call a legend? This legend comes from facts. Tang Hao, it has been six years since you came to the village, you must realize that the Spirit of the Hermit is a part of our history. If you let me hear you insulting the Hermit Spirit King again, I will drive you out of the village. If it wasn't for little San, you think I'd want to come to your dog house, huh? "

Tang Hao was not angry, still forging the farming tool in his hand, still looking as if he had not heard Jack's words.

Jack firmly glared at her, and faced towards Tang San, saying:

"You don't have to live with a desperate father in the future. All right, I'll go first, and in three days, I'll come get you. "

After he finished speaking, Old Jack left the workshop angrily.

"Dad."

Tang San called out.

"Mmh?"

Tang Hao coldly glanced at him. Seeing the cold radiance in his father's eyes, Tang San could only swallow back his words. He returned to his room with his head drooping to continue fighting for ten thousand swings.

As night fell, after dinner, Tang Hao wiped his mouth and was about to leave as usual; it could be said, this was routine; going out to drink and drink the cheapest beer.

"Dad. Just a minute."

Tang San, without cleaning his plate, called out to stop Tang Hao.

"What?"

Tang Hao impatiently glared at her. Although Tang Hao had never hit Tang San, for some reason, Tang San naturally harbored this fear of his father. For people with these two lifetimes, it cannot change these feelings.

Tang San said.

"Oh?"

The look in Tang Hao's eyes was extremely brilliant, as if he was back in excitement.

"Take that for me to see. "

"Good ."

Tang San ran back to his room. Quickly, he dashed out while holding a piece of iron in his hand.

The entire lump of iron was pitch-black, and although it was irregular in shape, each side appeared extremely brilliant, a black light faintly appeared within it. The entire piece of iron was roughly a quarter of its original size, and when Tang San used the Invisible Sky Ability to restrain it, he did not feel tense in any way.

Tang Hao took the piece of pitch-black iron into his hand, raising it before his eyes to carefully study it.

"Do you now understand what I'm saying?"

Tang San nodded.

"When forged into steel, metals of inadequate quality are once again purified through continuous forging, it turns into a high grade. Dad, do you want to tell me this principle?"

Tang Hao realized that lately, his son made him a little astonished. Returning the piece of iron to him, he said:

"Then continue. After you've finished forging the size of a fist, bring it back to me."

Finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the house.

According to what he originally said, after forging that lump of iron ten thousand times he would teach Tang San to forge, but now he seemed to have turned his back on his promise. But Tang San paid no heed to this, he only thought of Tang Hao's words.

"Fist size?"

This huge lump of iron, could it really be forged the size of a fist? Although it was only a quarter of its original volume, Tang San still remembered very clearly that along with the continuous forging, as the lump of iron became increasingly concentrated, reducing the volume also became increasingly difficult. Thinking of how to reduce it to just a fist, it really could not be completed with ten thousand more blows.

After being forged into steel, what would it be after ten thousand more blows? A glittering light flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he slightly staggered as he deftly entered his room. Soon, ting ting dong dong sound hammering, once again coming from the workshop.

Three days passed very quickly, Tang San still went to the top of the hill in the morning to do his regular practice every day, and returned home afterward. In addition to cooking, he also forged, testing his strength against that piece of pig iron. Every day the tempo of the beats increases. The Occult Sky ability helped him recover physical strength quickly, so that he could specifically maintain this continuous forging process.

"Little San, grandfather came to pick you up."

Old Jack came in time to the smithy, this time he didn't even go inside, only calling Tang San from outside.

Tang San glanced at his father who was by his side who had just finished eating. Tang Hao nonchalantly said: "Go. Don't delay cooking midday."