Chapter 11: A Second Profession

"Your soul power is dense, and your aura is stable. I underestimated you," Yun Ming said softly.

Gu You remained silent, finding the atmosphere somewhat awkward.

Yun Ming smiled faintly, understanding that such a sudden shift in identity would take some time for the child to adapt to.

"Have you thought about what you want to learn as your second profession?"

"Second profession?" Gu You looked at Yun Ming in confusion.

"Yes! Perhaps it's a bit early for you, but with your talent, starting young would be beneficial." Yun Ming nodded.

"I want to learn forging!" Gu You declared firmly.

Forging?Yali was taken aback. She knew that forging was a labor-intensive profession, unlike mecha and battle armor design, which required more intellectual effort.

Yun Ming, however, showed little reaction. Since the child wanted to learn, he could give it a try. If he didn't have the talent, they could simply switch to something else—after all, he was still young.

"Brother Ming," Yali's expression was filled with reluctance.

Yun Ming stepped forward and gently patted her head. "Letting a child face challenges is a good thing. Without experiencing storms, how can he see the rainbow?"

Yali did not argue further. Gu You, watching them from the side, felt strange—as if he was witnessing a couple displaying their affection.

Yun Ming turned to Gu You. "Come with me. I'll take you to meet someone."

The two of them instantly disappeared from sight.

Inside the Shrek Academy Blacksmith Association, Feng Wuyu was engrossed in studying a piece of Heavenly Refined metal when he felt a surge of powerful soul power. He immediately stopped what he was doing.

"Lord Pavilion Master? What brings you here? And with a kid, no less?" Feng Wuyu eyed Gu You with curiosity.

Yun Ming shook his head and explained the reason for their visit.

"What?! A godson?!"Even the famous Feng Wuyu, known for his insight and expertise, was momentarily dumbfounded.

"I understand. Don't worry, Pavilion Master! Even if this kid has no talent for forging, I'll make sure he does!" Feng Wuyu vowed passionately.

"There's no need to go that far. If he has talent, let him continue learning. If not, I'll come back in a few days to take him away." Yun Ming smiled, nodded at Gu You, and then vanished.

Gu You curiously examined Feng Wuyu—one of the Twin Saint Dragons, known as Blazing Dragon Douluo and an Eight-Star Saint Craftsman. His nickname? "Crazy Old Man."

"Stop staring, kid. Test your single-arm strength first so I can craft a special forging hammer suitable for you. Remember, do not use soul power," Feng Wuyu instructed as he touched his storage ring, summoning a large testing device. The machine had a recessed area in the center and a digital display for weight measurement.

Gu You furrowed his brow, focusing his strength into his right arm. With a powerful punch, he struck the device.

Boom!

The numbers on the display fluctuated before finally settling.

166!

Feng Wuyu took a sharp breath. If this result had been achieved with soul power, he wouldn't have been surprised. After all, Yun Ming's godson was bound to be exceptionally talented. But this was purely raw physical strength!

The average adult only had how much strength?

Gu You, on the other hand, simply thought the number was kind of lucky.

"Your strength is impressive, but that alone doesn't mean you'll excel in forging. Forging requires perseverance," Feng Wuyu stated. He took out two Thousand Refined Life Hammers and handed them to Gu You.

"Listen carefully. Right now, I want you to repeatedly swing this 50-kilogram hammer against this strength-testing machine. I'll count each strike. Every hit must register at least 50 kilograms. Keep going until you reach your limit." Feng Wuyu's tone was cold and strict.

"Begin!"

Gu You started swinging the hammer, the sound of heavy impacts reverberating throughout the room.

36… 46… 70…

As he struck, the Life Energy from the hammers seeped into his hands, subtly nourishing them. This was intentional—hammers crafted from Life Essence Crystals would provide a nurturing effect. Otherwise, with the intense training ahead, Gu You's arms might end up permanently damaged. Yun Ming might not care, but Feng Wuyu feared that Yali, the Holy Spirit Douluo, would go insane if she saw her godson injured.

Even though Yali could instantly heal Gu You's arms, Feng Wuyu knew that for her, taking in a godson was no different from having a biological child.

By the time Gu You reached 100 swings, his body was already sweating.

At 300 swings, his arms showed clear signs of swelling. Even with the nourishing energy, they remained red and inflamed.

Keep going!If I have been gifted with such talent, I must not waste it!

Ignoring the burning pain, Gu You clenched his teeth and continued swinging.

At 600 swings, Feng Wuyu stood frozen in shock.

This child… I must have him!

The excruciating pain made Gu You falter, but he gritted his teeth.

No! This isn't my limit!

If I want to compete with Tang Wulin for the title of Divine Craftsman, this is far from enough!I even have the natural advantage of soul power! I can't let an original Douluo native surpass me!

Gu You struggled to continue lifting his hammers. Feng Wuyu did not stop him—he knew that interrupting would only harm the boy's determination.

800…

Gu You's arms could no longer move. The hammers slipped from his grip, and he collapsed to the floor. A tired but satisfied smile played on his lips as sweat poured off his body.

"Did I pass?" he asked weakly.

Feng Wuyu laughed heartily. "Pass? Of course, you did! Kid, you're the most monstrous genius I've ever seen!"

Saying this, he lifted Gu You and carried him to a resting room. After quickly applying medicinal ointment, he prepared to leave.

Before exiting, he turned back and added, "I'll help you join the Blacksmith Association, but you won't be a full member yet. You'll need to reach the first rank before that. Once you've mastered Hundred Refinement and Thousand Refinement Purification, I'll even prepare a big gift for you!"

The room fell silent.

Gu You lay there, staring at the ceiling, his arms still throbbing but his mind calm.

What he couldn't see was that on his spine, purple patterns began to slither and shift…

Drowsiness overtook him.