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The term "Divine Power" measures differently depending on the age of the individual.

A six-year-old child who can wield a pair of iron hammers to complete one thousand strikes is definitely deserving of this title.

However, Meng didn't call a stop. He just stood quietly beside Tang Wulin, watching him continue his hammering.

His movements were direct and forceful, but he lacked any techniques for disarming or deflecting force. The recoil from his punches undoubtedly burdened both of his arms.

Fifty times, eighty times, one hundred times.

Sweat gushed out again, the pain even more intense than before. His arms were burning hot, and from overexertion, his scalp started to throb. But Tang Wulin still gritted his teeth and hammered on, blow after blow.

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One hundred and fifty hammers, his body began to tremble, his arms ached as if they weren't his own, and his vision blurred, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

I can persevere, I can pass the test. I am a man, perseverance is victory.

When Meng shouted stop, Tang Wulin himself didn't know how many times he had swung the hammer. If Meng hadn't grabbed him, he would have collapsed to the ground.

Taking the hammer from him, Meng clearly saw that Tang Wulin's palms were both abraded by the recoil force of the hammer handle, and his arms had swelled up.

The fierce-looking blacksmith finally moved, not only because of Tang Wulin's spiritual power, but also because of his persistence.

Strength can still be trained, but a steadfast personality appearing in such a six-year-old child is truly precious.

"You've raised a fine child. I'll take him now. He'll come back at this time every day from now on. Go rub some ointment on his arms." When Lan Yue came to pick up Tang Wulin, she saw a much gentler Mang, and he handed her a bottle of ointment.

Later on, Tang Wulin was resting. His spirit had recovered by this point, but his arms ached so badly that he couldn't lift them.

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He was still replaying Mang's explanation of forging in his mind.

“What is forging Forging and casting are completely different. Casting only requires a mold, using machinery to press metal according to the mold into the desired shape, that is casting. While forging, on the other hand, requires the blacksmith to personally hammer it piece by piece. Of course, forging can also be completed through machines, but metal also has life. Machines forging can never truly grasp the texture of metal. Therefore, the top-tier mecha parts are all forged by hand by master smiths. A good blacksmith is a true artisan, with a status no less than that of a soul master.”

Soul masters and mecha masters, these are all boys' dreams.

"Ouch." Tang Wulin cried out as Lan Yue grabbed his hand.

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It was only then that Lang Yue noticed the wound on her son's palm.

“Oh! What did he do to you” Tears welled up in her eyes almost instantly. She never expected that in just these two moments, her son would have suffered such a great injustice.

Tang Wulin shook his head and said, "It's nothing! Uncle Mang tested me, and I passed. Mom, am I amazing Don't cry! It didn't hurt."

"Let's go home." Lang Yue wiped the tears from her eyes, her gaze filled with sorrow.

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"Mom, I'm really fine. I'm so happy! I passed Uncle Mang's test. Aren't you proud of me This feels like Dad's achievement is also mine."

"Happy, Mama is happy." Lang Yue touched her son's head, her eyes glistening with tears once more.

Back home, as soon as Tang Wulin entered the door, he saw Na'er sitting at the table. He immediately bounced over to her. Lang Yue went into the kitchen to make dinner.

"Nair, you won't believe it! I passed Uncle Mang's test today, so I can start learning how to forge with him. Once my brother makes money through forging, we can save up to buy soul spirits. And I can even buy you lots of yummy treats..." His childish heart had completely forgotten the pain in his arm, excitedly sharing this accomplishment with Nair.

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Nell listened very attentively, though her eyes occasionally flickered with a hint of confusion.

"Natalie, don't you remember where your home is at all" Tang Wulin asked subconsciously after finishing his explanation about the test.

Na'er shook her head. "I really don't remember, I only remember that my name is Na'er. The rest is all blurry. Lin Gege, am I very stupid"

Tang Wulin hurriedly said: "No, Na'er is certainly not stupid. It doesn't matter if you don't remember. From now on, this place will be your home, and my parents are your parents too. You're my sister!"

Na'er looked at him, a sweet smile gradually appearing on her face. This was the first time she had smiled since arriving here.

"Wow, Nalle, you look so beautiful when you smile. Let me tell you a secret, big brother will work hard to become a soul master, and I'll protect you in the future, okay"

"Good."

When Tang Ziran returned, dinner was already ready.

"Ziran, come with me for a moment. The children can eat first," Langyue glanced calmly at Tang Ziran, then walked towards their room.

Tang Ziran was taken aback, looked at her son, and gave him a questioning look. Tang Wulin shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he didn't know why his mother was acting this way.

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Tang ZiRan hurried to follow LangYue into the room, and LangYue closed the door.

"Nǎ'er, let's eat first. Are you hungry" Considering the appetites of these two foodies, Jin Langyue had made a lot of extra dishes.

Nallie obviously had no resistance to food. Upon hearing this, she immediately nodded and began to eat with gusto.

She had just eaten for a while, but she noticed that Tang Wulin, who was sitting next to her, didn't seem to be as enthusiastic as yesterday. When she looked up at him, she saw that he was frowning and twisting his body, looking very pained.

"What's wrong with big brother" Nali asked in a crisp voice.

"After my training, my arms are killing me, I can barely lift them." Tang Wulin had been extra hungry lately, and after school he'd put in a lot of strenuous labor. It was no surprise he was craving food at this moment.

Natalie blinked and said, "Then I'll feed you."

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"Great! Great!" Tang Wulin exclaimed with joy.

Nair's movements were a bit awkward, even clumsy. She took turns feeding Tang Wulin rice and vegetables with each spoonful.

Two children, one six years old and the other five and a half, exuded a tender warmth. This small home seemed to have softened even its lights in their presence.

Nǎ'er, you are so kind.ing that familiar yet much more mature face with a unique charm, and hearing that call, how could Lang Yue control her emotions! Ten years apart, ten whole years had passed. Her heart was filled...