Hearing Lou Gao's predicament,
Ye Qiu almost wanted to take him to Er Ming.
Er Ming, as a Titan Giant Ape, had no shortage of strength.
But blacksmithing was a different story.
Even if Er Ming could do it, a suitable forging hammer was nowhere to be found. It would be faster for Lou Gao to forge one himself.
And perhaps Er Ming wouldn't even want to do the hard work.
Therefore,
Ye Qiu really had no good solution to Lou Gao's problem. He
could only wait and see.
Ye Qiu's azure eyes reflected the red glow of the sky.
He chuckled lightly.
"Master Lou Gao, there's no need to rush. Since it's a masterpiece to be passed down through generations, it naturally needs to be carefully polished and refined."
"Of course. I might be perfunctory about other things, but blacksmithing... I've been doing it for most of my life, and I've never wanted to be perfunctory."
Lou Gao nodded heavily,
his fat face full of seriousness and determination.
Perhaps it was precisely because Lou Gao possessed such a craftsman's spirit that he became a master craftsman of his time.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lou Gao swiped his soul tool at his waist, and a soft armor appeared in his hand.
"By the way, Palace Master, the Eight Treasures Auspicious Soft Armor you asked me to make is finished."
...
After chatting with Lou Gao for a long time
and learning that the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, Peacock Feather, and Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles would still require some time,
Ye Qiu left the Craftsman's Hall with Bai Chenxiang.
He went to check on the other three halls.
Although Ye Qiu didn't come often, the Soul Palace was operating smoothly.
Members of the Min Clan could be seen flying overhead from time to time.
The Soul Palace covered a vast area; currently, only a small section had been developed, more than enough to accommodate the people and families of the four halls.
The Yu Clan had already begun building thick walls from the outermost perimeter. They
also contracted out projects; with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School's merchant guild acting as a go-between, they were able to secure quite a few jobs for commoners' houses of all sizes.
Qian Renxue is also looking after the royal family.
As for the Po clan, with the pharmacopoeias given by Ye Qiu, they're not just limited to making poisons.
Supplements and health products can also be distributed through the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's merchant guild.
In short, self-sufficiency is no longer a problem.
Furthermore, under the protection of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and Qian Renxue, they are steadily progressing and thriving.
...
Avalanche Mansion.
Yu Xiaogang has arrived here.
He follows Hun Feng into the underground secret chamber.
Ever since asking Hun Feng how to evolve his martial soul, Yu Xiaogang has felt a slight fear of him.
He's afraid to see him, afraid to remember the method he offered.
The price is too high.
He can't accept it.
Walking down the long corridor, Tang San's hoarse shouts suddenly echo in his ears.
"Ah!"
Yu Xiaogang's heart skipped a beat.
Hun Feng, on the other hand, is numb. How could gaining power quickly be so easy?
A buzzing sound suddenly filled his ears, and Hun Feng felt as if his soul was about to leave his body.
The Soul-Devouring Beast seemed intent on devouring his soul completely.
His face paled, and he pounded his head twice to slightly alleviate the pain.
However, his face remained distorted.
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The feeling of one's soul being torn apart is something not everyone can endure.
If it weren't for following Xie Xue and his group, which gave him a sliver of hope for survival, why would he have persisted until now?
He was already numb.
Yu Xiaogang was uneasy; as they went deeper, the roars around him became clearer.
"Master, sit down."
Hun Feng was already sweating profusely, but his movements weren't significantly restricted.
He forced a few awkward smiles and gestured for Yu Xiaogang to sit down.
"Hmm."
Yu Xiaogang frowned, sat at the table, and quietly waited for his good disciple Tang San to come out.
He didn't know what Xie Xue's special training for Tang San was like.
But from the screams he heard every time he came here, he knew that the training was definitely more cruel than he imagined.
A stone door
separated Tang San and Yu Xiaogang.
Inside the secret chamber,
Tang San was being held in the hands of the emaciated Xie Xue, who was crushing his bones inch by inch—
the sound of popping beans and bones breaking
was chilling.
But Xie Xue's face wore a sickly smile.
He grabbed Tang San's calf, bent it in half, and then kneaded it, his eyes filled with excitement as he watched the blood and bone fragments.
With each of Xie Xue's exertions, Tang San let out a shrill howl, his voice already hoarse, yet he continued to howl. His
once black eyes had turned bloodshot, the whites of his eyes covered in blood vessels.
Even as his jaw was crushed, his throat still emitted a beast-like roar, sending chills down one's spine.
But in the intervals between each wave of pain, a hint of ecstasy and excitement flashed across Tang San's face and eyes.
That expression was exactly the same as Xie Xue's. He was experiencing
ecstasy and agony.
Whenever
Tang San was injured, a blood-red light would emerge from beneath his skin, repairing his wounds while also providing a small amount of soul power to Tang San. Xie
Xue's actions were not without pattern; he always controlled the speed at which he crushed Tang San's flesh to match the speed of repair.
His body was crushed by the evil blood, and with each repair process, the power of the Blood God Pearl infused Tang San's body with its own strength until the two became inseparable.
That would be an extremely long process, and the day they truly became inseparable would be the day Tang San broke through to level 100.
Tang San roared.
For the past six months, he had experienced this every day, being crushed every single day.
From initial resistance and helplessness to his current acceptance and desperate cries, Tang San blamed all the suffering he had endured during this time on Ye Qiu.
He was in this state because of Ye Qiu!
The evil blood stopped its actions.
It casually tossed the lifeless Tang San into the nearby blood pool.
Half an hour later, Tang San, floating on the blood, regained his mobility.
Splash!
Tang San crawled naked out of the blood water.
He bowed to the evil blood.
"Godfather."
The evil blood was lifted into the air by his Blood Sea Martial Soul.
Looking at Tang San, he nodded in satisfaction.
"Well, that's all for today. Go say goodbye to your teacher. Tomorrow we'll set off for the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt for a spirit ring for you."
"Thank you, Godfather!"
Tang San was overjoyed.
Months ago, he had already imbued his Blue Silver Grass with a fourth spirit ring that was over ten thousand years old.
He had withstood it, refusing to explode and die.
From that time—
no,
from this kind of grueling training—
he had already believed in the Evil Blood Douluo, that he could withstand twin spirit rings!
Now
he was finally going to hunt for a spirit ring for his Clear Sky Hammer spirit! Just thinking about it made
Tang San's body tremble slightly. (End of Chapter)