Henry Carter's gaze shifted to the wrought iron. "Oh? Is there refined iron in here?" He walked over, bent down to take a look, then turned his head toward William Carter. "Do you want to become a blacksmith in the future?"

Chapter One: Douluo Continent, Another World William Carter (Three)

William Carter nodded. Being a blacksmith was undoubtedly the most suitable profession for him to craft hidden weapons. "Dad, you're getting older. In a few years, when I'm a bit bigger, you can teach me how to make kitchenware and let me take over your work." In the past, he had always done the most precise work in making hidden weapons, but ironically, he didn't know the simplest forging.

Henry Carter looked a little absent-minded and muttered, "A blacksmith... that doesn't seem so bad." Pulling over a shabby chair, he sat down right in front of the wrought iron, lazily saying, "Xiao San, tell me, what kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith?"

William Carter thought for a moment and said, "A blacksmith who can forge divine weapons should be the best blacksmith." He had heard people in the village say that divine weapons existed in this world, though he didn't know exactly what they were. But with the word "divine" attached, they must be extraordinary.

A trace of mockery flashed in Henry Carter's eyes. "Divine weapons? Xiao San knows about divine weapons too. Then tell me, what are divine weapons made from?"

Without thinking, William Carter replied, "Of course, they're made from the best materials."

Henry Carter extended a finger and wagged it in front of William Carter. "If you want to be a qualified blacksmith, remember my words: forging divine weapons with top-grade materials doesn't make you the best blacksmith—at most, you're just a synthesizer. Only by forging a divine weapon from ordinary iron can you be called a master smith."

"Forging a divine weapon from ordinary iron?" William Carter looked at Henry Carter in surprise. Usually, Henry Carter rarely spoke to him; today was already the most he had ever said.

Standing up, Henry Carter pointed to a large iron lump about fifty centimeters square on the other side of the room. "If you want to become a blacksmith, learn forging from me. Then, use a hammer to forge that ten thousand times. Only then will you be qualified."

It was a piece of ordinary iron, full of impurities, far inferior to the one with iron essence.

"Now, you can still change your mind," Henry Carter said indifferently, already preparing to go back to the inner room to continue sleeping.

"Dad, I want to try," William Carter's voice was clear and calm, but carried a hint of determination.

Henry Carter looked at him with some surprise. "Alright." As he spoke, he walked over, picked up the large iron lump, and placed it directly on the furnace beside the bellows. As long as the charcoal was lit, it could be forged.

After finishing, Henry Carter went back to the inner room to sleep.

William Carter was a person of strong will. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to create the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus—the Tang Sect's most advanced mechanical hidden weapon—based on a tattered blueprint. That had taken him ten whole years.

Lighting the charcoal and working the bellows, he began his task.

The whooshing sound of the bellows rang out, flames leaping from the furnace and scorching the large iron lump. Although William Carter didn't know how to forge, he often watched Henry Carter make farm tools, so he knew the process.

When the iron lump gradually turned red, he dragged over the iron hammer Henry Carter usually used and placed it on the ground. This long-handled hammer was even taller than he was; an ordinary five- or six-year-old child couldn't possibly lift it, let alone swing it for forging.

But William Carter still picked it up, channeling his Xuantian energy throughout his body. Although he hadn't broken through the first level yet, he already possessed the strength of an adult.

Clang—! The hammer struck the iron lump, producing a crisp sound. This was William Carter's first strike, marking the beginning of his forging journey.

In the inner room, Henry Carter turned over in bed. Although his eyes were closed, his face still showed a hint of surprise as he muttered, "He can actually lift the hammer? Born with divine strength?"

The rhythmic clanging of hammer on iron began to echo through the smithy. The father and son, Henry Carter and William Carter, continued their simple lives as before. The only difference was that from this day on, Henry Carter set up another furnace in William Carter's room, letting him forge that iron lump by himself. He didn't give William Carter a single instruction, but from that day, Henry Carter drank less, and there was more food at home.

Forging was definitely a dull and exhausting process, but William Carter treated it as a way to temper his body. Eleven days had already passed, and he kept count of every strike. To swing the hammer, his physical strength alone wasn't enough; he had to rely on the aid of Xuantian energy.

All his energy was enough for about a hundred swings. Whenever his energy was depleted, he would sit cross-legged on the ground to recover, and as soon as his internal strength returned, he would immediately continue hammering.

This was not only physical training; the repeated depletion and recovery was also excellent tempering for his Xuantian energy and willpower. Unfortunately, the bottleneck of the first level of Xuantian energy was like an unbreakable barrier. William Carter's cultivation was nothing if not diligent, and his talent was sufficient, but he just couldn't break through to the second level.