4 So you want to become a Blacksmith, Tang San

Quite surprised, Tang Qing turned to look at Tang San, and uttered out, "Da Ge, wants to become a blacksmith?"

In his previous life incarnation, Tang San was Tang Sect's most outstanding outer sect disciple, he was the most familiar with the creation of every kind of hidden weapon. Naturally, back then all kinds of material were supplied by none other than Tang Sect. But in this new world, although he practiced every day for several years, his strength was by far not enough.

Moreover, he had never wanted to give up on manufacturing the most advanced hidden weapons. By now he had already tried to forge a few hidden weapons, but finding enough materials was quite difficult, and even becoming a big issue.

Tang Hao quite often forged farm tools out of metal, he received from the villagers. It was all impure metal, very common iron.

It all was very difficult to use for high quality hidden weapons. The pieces of pig iron Tang San currently pointed at, delivered only yesterday, had made Tang San astonished; these chunks of iron ore actually definitely contained iron source, which was perfectly suitable for making his hidden weapons.

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Tang Hao then shifted his gaze towards Tang San then at the pig iron. Out of curiosity, he spoke, "Huh. Isn't this fine iron?"

Then he walks over towards the corner, picking up a piece or a lump of pig iron, to have a much closer look, inspecting the qualities of the iron.

Surprised, he then turned his head over to look at Tang San, and said, "Do you want to become a blacksmith?" In confirmation, Tang San nodded his head, and said, "Yes, father." By becoming a blacksmith, it would undoubtedly be the most suitable profession for him to acquire materials, and make his most treasured hidden weapons.

Tang San spoke calmly, with a hint of burning passion, growing within his eyes, "Father, you're growing older by the years. For a few years, until I grow up a little, please teach me how to forge kitchen implements, and let me take over your work."

Previously, all Tang San ever did was making, the most precise component and mechanical mechanism of hidden weapons. On the contrary, Tang San had never learned even the simplest and basics of forging.

Tang Hao murmured to himself, becoming slightly absentminded, "Blacksmith doesn't seem like a bad occupation, either."

Pulling over, across the room, a single worn-out chair, and sitting down directly by that pile of pig iron, Tang Hao sluggishly spoke, "Xiao San, tell me, what kind of blacksmith, is the best blacksmith." Tang San thought for a bit, and then said, " For the best blacksmiths, he should be capable of forging divine tools."

By Tang San's logic, thinking back on what the villagers said, divine tools does indeed exist within this world. Even though Tang San precisely does not know what the divine tools of this world were. But them being called 'divine', presumably, they should be pretty good, or so he thought.

Tang Hao then became lively, as a glint of humor flashed within his eyes. He said to Tang San, "Divine tools? Xiao San also knows about divine tools. Then tell me, what should be used to create divine tools?" Tang San may have expected this, and immediately answered the question, that said, "The best materials, of course."

Tang Hao then extended his index finger, wagging it around at Tang San's face, indicating that he was wrong, "If you want to become a true master blacksmith, then remember my words: someone using top class materials to make divine tools, that's not the best blacksmith; at most it is only a synthesizer. The best blacksmith will create divine tools using common materials and metal."

Looking at Tang Hao, Tang San was somewhat skeptical at his response, he thought, 'Using common metal to forge divine tools? How is this even possible?' Ordinarily, Tang Hao very rarely spoke to him; this day already counted as the most at any one time.

Standing up, Tang Hao pointed to a fifty square centimeter big block of iron on the other side of the room, and said "If you're thinking about becoming a blacksmith and learning to forge from me, then you must first hammer this ten thousand times. Not until then will you be qualified." That was a block of ordinary iron, containing numerous impurities. Compared to the lump of an iron source, he couldn't even tell how much worse it was.

Tang Hao then spoke indifferently to Tang San, taunting him, "Right now, you can still change your mind.", already preparing to go back to the inner rooms to go to sleep.

Tang Qing looking over from the side, he was quite puzzled at the relationship between the two, feeling a bit excluded out from the family's conversation. From his perspective, Tang San was a favorite child in Tang Hao's eyes. He never once even spoke Tang Qing, after this many years. It felt like he was not even acknowledging that Tang Qing is even considered his son at all. And this greatly hurts him deep down.

Only Grandpa Jack could ever fill the role model of a father figure to Tang Qing, as he has been treating the two Tang twins equally, with love and care as a real family should.

Feeling quite dishearted, Tang Qing then put away the empty bowls and plates. Grabbing his bag of stuff, and then leaving the mudhouse, not before saying his goodbyes to Tang San, "Da Ge, I will be leaving to go out and play. I won't be back until noon." Tang San replied, "I gotcha. So stay safe outside, and don't go too far from the village. It's dangerous." Waving his goodbyes to Tang San, Tang Qing then left the house, exiting the front doors to the shabby mudhouse.

Tang San spoke with a clear voice, and was calm the whole, yet resolute, "Father, I want to give it a try."

Tang Hao was somewhat taken aback, not expecting an immediate answer, as he looked at him. He said, "Alright..."

With a single word, Tang Hao walked past him, taking up that large lump of iron in his arms, and directly placed it beside the air bellows on the forge. As long as the coal fire was ignited, it could be used for forging.

After finishing this simple task, Tang Hao then returns to the inner room, to sleep away for the remainder of the morning.

Tang San was a diligent hardworking person, with a strong staunch resolution. Otherwise, he couldn't have relied on a single dilapidated drawing to produce Buddha Fury Tang Lotus, the top Tang Sect mechanical hidden weapon. That had consumed as much as ten years of his life.

Tang San ignited the charcoal fire, producing heat and hot flames within the furnace. Then utilizing the bellow, he got his hands on, he begins pumping air (oxygen) into the furnace, intensifying the fire, heating the lump of iron metal up until it becomes a bright shade of fiery orange in color. Then Tang San began to work by himself.

Shushu. Shushu.

The sounds arose from the bellows, hot flame emitted within the coal furnace, scorching that big lump of iron. Though Tang San didn't know how to forge, he had constantly watched Tang Hao forge farm tools every day, and has somewhat guess the correct process of forging.

Just as the iron lump had gradually become red hot, Tang San dragged across Tang Hao's usual heavy hammer, letting it fall to the ground. This long handled iron hammer was even taller than him, and an ordinary five or six-year-old child couldn't have normally moved it at all, let alone wielding it for forging, but somehow he managed to do it, the impossible...

Tang San was still holding it up. With his Mysterious Heaven Skill strengthening his whole body, even though it had not yet broken through the first tier. Tang San already possessed great physical strength comparable to a full grown adult, or much greater.

When the iron hammer collided with the iron lump, again and again, it rung with a clear and melodious sound. This was Tang San's first hammer strike and the prelude to forging.

In the inner room, lying on top of his bed, Tang Hao turned over. Even though his eyes were closed, his facial expression was somewhat astonished, murmuring in his sleep, "He can actually lift the hammer, was he born with superhuman strength?"