Chapter 3 What is Forging?

  "I won't be able to become a blacksmith because I don't have the blood of the tribal gods. Does that mean even forging requires the blood of the tribal gods?!" Man Tian thought, his heart slightly disappointed. If forging required the blood of the tribal gods, then he, Man Tian, would never be able to become a forger in this lifetime.

  He sighed, picked up the remaining half of the sword hilt, examined it carefully, and exclaimed in surprise: "Although I didn't feel any airflow in my bones, why has my bone strength increased several times? And how can I feel the power inside the Barbarian Pillar?"

  "If one can increase their skeletal strength, then this practice should be useful. Not being able to feel the flow of energy in one's bones must mean that my fire is not enough." Thinking this, a smile appeared on Man Tian's pale face, but it looked somewhat ominous on his dry and withered complexion.

  In the following days, Mantian persisted in practicing every day. The limited text on the incomplete beast skin could not give Mantian a clear method of cultivation, and he had to practice crazily and explore by himself.

  "Huff! Huff!" Mo Tian's breathing was like a cow, his thin and sickly body constantly sweating large drops of sweat, wetting the animal hide he wore. The iron hammer in his right hand slowly struck the sword embryo on the anvil, although he still hadn't felt the flow of energy in his bones, Mo Tian's strength grew greater with each passing day, which made him even more determined to continue down this path.

  "Rotten wood cannot be carved!" At the time when Mo Tian was wielding his iron hammer, Mo Gong appeared behind him again at some unknown point, saying in a voice that was colder than ice.

  Wiping the sweat from the corner of his eye, he turned to look at the old man and thought for a moment before saying bitterly: "Man Gong, I understand what you mean, but I was born to be an ironworker, not a blacksmith." If he wanted to become a blacksmith, it would be difficult for him to become a Man warrior in this lifetime.

  The old man who was about to leave stopped in his tracks, his cane heavily striking the ground. "I've heard of your affair," he said. "Don't tell me you think only barbarians can be blacksmiths? How ridiculous! If that's what you're saying, then countless barbarian monks are also blacksmiths?"

  "Could it be that even a barbarian like me can't become a blacksmith? Then what about myself?" Barbarian Tian self-deprecatingly said, but he also felt that Barbarian Gong's words must have had other intentions. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Barbarian Gong, Little Tian is ignorant, please enlighten me!"

  Man Gong stopped in his tracks and said slowly, "In the south there is Zhǎo Zào, in the east there is Liàn Qì. Under the vast sky, the strongest divine weapon is none other than Zhǎo Zào. If you're like your father, only knowing how to vent your savage strength, then for a lifetime you'll just be hammering away at iron!"

  The anger flashed across Mo Tian's pale face, but before he could retort, Mo Gong continued, "Of course, if one can't even forge iron properly, how can they talk about refining? Your father didn't have the aptitude, couldn't even touch the door of refining. You did, so I'll pass on the art of refining to you." With that, Mo Gong slowly walked away with his cane, leaving everyone stunned. Despite being blind, Mo Gong's steps were steady and unwavering, as if he could see the path clearly!

  Gazing at the departing back of Man Gong, Man Tian pondered for a long time before putting it out of his mind and continuing to wield his iron hammer.

  Since the barbarian sky started forging iron, his father went out to hunt, and his mother was weaving animal skin coats with other women in the tribe. At dusk, every household in the tribe had a wisp of smoke rising from their rooftops. The barbarian sky's father, Man Yong, stood in front of the stove, holding the sword embryo that Man Tian had forged during the day. After carefully examining it, he looked at Man Tian's lean body with some surprise and asked: "Little Tian, do you feel any changes in your body? Your strength is increasing rapidly. Although this sword embryo is useless, its toughness is comparable to a mid-grade ordinary artifact."

  Ordinary weapons are called ordinary instruments, and those above them are called barbarian instruments!

  "Dad, nothing has changed inside me. By the way, Dad, what's the difference between forging and tempering? What is tempering?" Bulian didn't want to continue investigating his powers, not until he was sure he could feel the flow of energy in his bones. He was afraid, afraid of disappointing his parents again.

  "Oh? Why ask this suddenly?" The barbarian father looked at the barbarian sky and said in surprise. The barbarian sky was raised by him, and his temperament was naturally clear. Although he insisted on forging iron every day recently, the barbarian father felt that the barbarian sky was not obsessed with forging iron. He didn't stop it, but thought that the barbarian sky was exercising to restore his extraordinary body of the past.

  "Man Gong came today and said that if I can touch the forged gate, he will pass on his forging skills to me!" Man Tian did not hide it.

  The rough face of the barbarian father actually jumped violently for a few moments, with a look of surprise and shock in his eyes. He stared at the barbarian sky and said in a low voice: "Did Grandfather really say that?", This is not because the barbarian father did not believe the barbarian sky, but this news made him somewhat unbelievable.

  Looking at the excited expression of her father, Tian's pale face slightly flushed, and her fists clenched tightly as she firmly said: "Hmm!"

  "Xiao Tian, from now on, you must focus and immerse yourself in the art of blacksmithing. Only then will you be able to touch the gates of forging. You must seize this opportunity well, for Mo Gong to say such things to you means he has taken a liking to teaching you. If Mo Gong is willing to teach you, one day... you may become a master blacksmith!" Mo's large frame trembled with excitement at this moment, and his eyes, filled with bloodshot veins, sparkled with delight.

  The fierce gaze stared tightly at his father, and in this moment, he didn't need to say anything more. This expression was something that Mo Tian hadn't seen for a long time. Ever since his older brother Mo Xiao left, and after he himself fell ill, his parents had been worried every day, rarely seeing his father with such an expression. Mo Tian's gaze suddenly shifted to the woman standing behind his father, secretly wiping away tears at the door. Mo Tian only felt his chest getting congested, a surge of unspoken determination causing him to clench his fists tightly in his palms. He said in a low voice: "I will, Father!"

  "Xiao Tian, although Father hasn't personally forged the great gate, he has been a blacksmith all his life. Forging is a mysterious art that can only be understood through intuition and cannot be explained in words. But Father believes that as long as you devote yourself wholeheartedly to something, there's nothing you can't accomplish!" Meng Yong said solemnly.

  These two years of setbacks have not made the barbarian father lose confidence in his son. In his heart, both sons are his pride. The eldest son, Mo Xiao, has left the tribe on his own and gone to the distant Eastern Territory. Whether he succeeds or not, this courage is admirable. For many years, there have been countless people of the Mo Tribe without blood ties, but how many have had this courage and determination?

  His second son, Man Tian, is also his pride. From a genius in the clan to a waste, he has suffered the blow of not having the blood of the clan god. The double blow did not knock him down, but instead made him more determined. It seems that nothing in this world can knock him down. Although Man Fu is just an ordinary person, his experience is not shallow. He has heard that whether it's a barbarian or a cultivator from the Eastern Domain, one needs a firm heart to reach the other side of cultivation!

  Listening to his father's words of deep concern and trust, Man Tian almost shed tears.

  "Xiao Tian, no matter what, your father is proud of you and your brother!" The fierce father patted Xiao Tian's shoulder, then turned around, walked to the door, pulled in a woman with tears all over her face, and entered the room.

  The barbarian stood still, his fists clenched tightly, his fingernails digging into his palms, a drop of fresh blood dripping from his fist and splashing onto the ground, merging with the soil.

  A gentle breeze blew by, blowing up Mo Tian's thick black hair, and two clear tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes!

  Five years ago, he lost all his strength and never cried. Last year, during the clan trial, he found out that he didn't have any divine blood in him, and still, he didn't cry. But now, the deep father-son bond made Mo Tian's heart, which was as hard as a rock, completely collapse! He actually sat on the ground like a little kid, sobbing and wailing!

  Maybe he was just a kid!

  The sound of sobbing blended into the cold wind of the approaching winter, making it seem exceptionally desolate and bleak.

  "Ah!!" The brutal Tian suddenly let out a long and mournful howl towards the sky, releasing all the bitterness that had been suppressed in his heart for years.

  Perhaps he has been strong for many years and is a bit tired now.

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