Dragon's Origin

"He's not exactly an outsider." Before Iron Old could answer, Grandmaster Lu had already stood up and replied, "This young man can barely be considered half a disciple of this old man. The three Old Lord statues in the Three Purities Temple at Three Rivers Mouth were carved by him. He can passably be called a grandmaster."

The one who came was a carving grandmaster, so that wasn't a big problem. The middle-aged blacksmith had seen the three Old Lord statues in the Three Purities Temple himself. They were indeed carved with a majestic and grand aura. Just the scale and size alone were enough to warrant the title of carving grandmaster.

However, this was a blacksmith grandmaster's advancement ceremony. Even if he was Grandmaster Lu's disciple, it didn't seem quite appropriate for him to come and observe a blacksmith grandmaster's advancement, right? In any case, the middle-aged blacksmith's expression was still a bit displeased.

"Little Wu, don't be anxious. After you're done here, we can take the opportunity to test him." Grandmaster Lu considered the matter thoroughly and directly gave Grandmaster Wu a reason. Now, Grandmaster Wu had no reason to say anything more. Since he was also participating in the assessment, he naturally could be here.

"Actually, it's a good thing Little Killer came. Aren't you short of someone strong to swing the large hammer?" Iron Old interjected at the right time, "Let Little Killer swing the hammer for you. You can order him to use as much strength as you need. Back then, he even smashed my Starry Gold hammer!"

The matter of smashing the hammer was known to many people here, and they were all smiling as they looked at Wang Sheng and Grandmaster Wu. Grandmaster Wu, however, hadn't expected Wang Sheng to have such a glorious deed. He was first somewhat surprised, and then immediately revealed a look of great joy.

Having a helper who was strong enough and also stable would naturally greatly increase his chances of producing top-quality items, and his chances of passing the advancement would naturally also increase. In that case, Wang Sheng's arrival would not only not hinder him, but might even help him.

"Young brother, how heavy a hammer can you use?" Grandmaster Wu immediately stopped saying anything more and didn't even care about Mei'er's identity. Since they came together, then they could watch together. As soon as he opened his mouth, Grandmaster Wu asked about Wang Sheng's strength.

"The heaviest one." Wang Sheng didn't stand on ceremony and immediately said the heaviest hammer.

At this moment, everyone in the courtyard, except for Grandmaster Lu and Iron Old, had a dumbfounded expression. He didn't even ask how heavy it was and just said the heaviest one? One had to know that this was the Heavenly Craft Workshop, the crafting workshop of the Exquisite Pavilion. What kind of equipment didn't they have? There were many people who could lift the heaviest hammer, but they had never seen anyone who could continuously swing it to forge iron for more than a few dozen times.

Grandmaster Wu's gaze, however, became increasingly brighter. The heavier the hammer Wang Sheng could use, the better the quality of his finished product would be. As for whether Wang Sheng could handle it, one could tell just by looking at the expressions of Grandmaster Lu and Iron Old.

"Change the equipment!" While the iron billet was still heating, Grandmaster Wu immediately shouted. Iron Old quickly gave a few instructions, and someone outside quickly pushed a cart in, replacing the anvil and the large hammer with new ones.

The size of that large hammer was about the same as that of an ordinary large hammer. Wang Sheng could tell at a glance that it was definitely the same as the hammer he used for carving, with formations on it that could change the weight of the hammer.

Seeing Grandmaster Wu looking at him with anticipation in his eyes, Wang Sheng smiled, stood up, walked to the anvil, and reached out to grab the hammer handle.

In everyone's expectant gaze, Wang Sheng lightly lifted the large hammer. He casually weighed it in his hand and said with a smile, "Ten thousand jin hammer." After speaking, he easily swung the hammer in the air a couple of times, nodded, and said, "No problem, Mr. Wu, please instruct me on how to strike."

Grandmaster Wu obviously didn't make the same mistake that Iron Old had made back then, telling Wang Sheng to use his maximum strength. Instead, he said very seriously, "Just use twenty thousand jin of force to strike. Is that a problem?"

"I can!" Wang Sheng gave Grandmaster Wu an affirmative answer, and he couldn't help but look forward to it. What exactly was Grandmaster Wu going to forge that required ten tons of force to forge the iron billet?

After the iron billet was heated, Grandmaster Wu used long tongs to clamp it out and placed it on the anvil. He glanced at Wang Sheng, and seeing that Wang Sheng was ready, he said softly, "Begin!" Then, he took the lead and struck down with a small hammer.

The small hammer was actually for positioning. Wherever the small hammer struck, the large hammer had to follow and strike there. Wang Sheng had swung the large hammer for Iron Old before, so he naturally knew this principle. He immediately followed with a hammer strike at the location where Grandmaster Wu's small hammer had struck.

Next, the sounds of clanging began to ring out continuously. However, because they had switched to a ten-ton large hammer, even the sound was different from before. Iron Old, on the other side, wasn't even looking at their movements anymore. He was just closing his eyes, listening to this unique hammering sound, as if it were some kind of pleasant music.

The heavy hammer was indeed different. Before long, Wang Sheng could see the shape of Grandmaster Wu's iron billet. He was going to forge a sword.

After continuous heating several times, the sword billet had already taken shape. Wang Sheng had swung the hammer for almost three hours, adding up to probably more than ten thousand strikes. As he struck later, Wang Sheng had completely immersed himself in the work, his upper garment completely removed, revealing his perfect upper body and sculpted muscles as he wielded the heavy hammer.

The gazes of the crowd looking at Wang Sheng had changed from looking at a carving grandmaster to looking at a monster. A twenty thousand jin heavy hammer, the heaviest hammer in the entire Exquisite Pavilion, Wang Sheng had actually swung it continuously for more than ten thousand times. What kind of monster was this?

Forging iron required brute force, not spiritual energy enhancement, and even less other techniques. It was completely brute force. Wang Sheng had actually relied solely on the strength of his body to achieve this. It was a bit inadequate to describe him as a monster.

Only Mei'er was looking at Wang Sheng's strong body with infatuation, as if it were some kind of beautiful object. If she had a camera in her hand, she probably would have taken a picture to preserve as a memento. She hadn't expected Wang Sheng to have such a great figure. If there weren't so many people here, Mei'er might have stepped forward to tease Wang Sheng.

After the shaping was complete, there was nothing left for Wang Sheng to do. Grandmaster Wu was still making repairs and embellishments, inlaying some exquisite decorations on it with various complex techniques. After several hours, an incomparably exquisite and sharp sword was finally produced.

After such a long and tedious forging process, none of the onlookers felt bored. Even Mei'er, who had almost no concept of forging, watched with great interest.

After the last quenching, Grandmaster Wu began to carefully wipe and polish it with a piece of animal skin. When the lanterns were lit, a dazzling and incomparably gorgeous long sword was respectfully presented to Iron Old with both hands.

"Please, Iron Old, give your comments." Grandmaster Wu said to Iron Old, full of anticipation.