As warmth spread throughout his body, Wang Feng felt a mysterious energy seep into his exhausted muscles, repairing the tiny tears in his tissue, strengthening his bones, and reinforcing his internal organs.
His body, which had reached its limit just moments ago, now recovered at an incredible speed. Every cell absorbed this energy, transforming his fatigue into newfound strength.
'This feeling... it's even stronger than before,' Wang Feng thought as his hazy consciousness gradually became clearer.
The Meteor Tears had reactivated, supplying his body with energy far beyond human limits. His muscles, which had been trembling from exhaustion, now pulsed with power. His breathing steadied, and his heartbeat grew stronger and more rhythmic.
Wang Feng clenched his fists, feeling the energy coursing through him.
Slowly, he sat up, now fully aware.
As he gazed at the raw iron in front of him, he fell silent for a moment.
The rough, unshaped metal had now transformed into a refined and solid ingot. Impurities had been expelled through the force of his hammer strikes, leaving behind a nearly pure chunk of iron.
A deep sense of accomplishment filled his heart.
"So this is the result of surpassing my limits?" he murmured.
For a six-year-old child, forging iron to perfection without the aid of fire or tools was an impossible feat.
Yet Wang Feng had done it.
Not only had he endured the overwhelming pressure that nearly broke his body, but he had also refined the iron using sheer willpower.
'Every time I push past my limits, my body grows stronger… If I keep training like this, how far can I go?'
A blazing determination ignited in his eyes.
He knew this was only the beginning.
Clenching his fists, Wang Feng made a vow in his heart—
No matter how tough the training, no matter how many times he had to push past his limits, he would keep training until he became truly powerful.
'Huff, I should rest for a bit and then head home.' Wang Feng sat down.
'Open system panel.'
Name: Wang Feng
Age: 6 years old
Martial Soul: ??? (Not Awakened)
Innate Soul Power: Level 10 (Not Awakened)
Physique: Late-stage Spirit Master
Soul Rings: None
Soul Bones: None
Techniques: Chaos Cloak Hammer
'Huh?'
'Why hasn't my innate soul power increased, even though I've been baptized by the energy of the Meteor Tears?'
Wang Feng stared at his panel and noticed something strange.
'But I can feel it. This energy in my body—when I surpassed my limit for the fourth time, even though the Meteor Tears overflowed with energy, its quantity didn't increase, but its quality improved.'
'According to the adults, this might be because I haven't added a spirit ring to my martial soul yet. They say that to break past level 10, you need a spirit ring to advance further.'
'Oh well, I should just go home and rest.'
'But where should I keep this hammer? I can't bring it home with me.'
'It's better to leave it with Uncle Luo. Whenever I need to train, I can visit his workshop.'
Wang Feng stood up and started walking toward Uncle Luo's workshop.
As Wang Feng walked toward Uncle Luo's forge, his body still felt slightly tired, but the energy from the Meteor Tear continued to flow, quickly restoring his strength. His steps were steady, and although his body was small, there was determination in every movement.
Uncle Luo's forge wasn't far from where he trained. It was an old building with a slightly slanted roof, and the distinct scent of hot metal always filled the surrounding air. Thin smoke rose from the chimney, indicating that the blacksmith was still working.
When Wang Feng arrived, he saw Uncle Luo hammering a piece of metal on his anvil. The old man was shirtless, his muscular body shaped by decades of hard labor.
Clang! Clang!
The sound of hammer meeting metal echoed through the air.
Without looking up from his work, Uncle Luo said, "Oh? You're back again, Wang Feng? What are you bringing this time?" His voice was deep and heavy, filled with experience.
Wang Feng gave a small smile and then lifted the metal he had just forged. "Uncle, I want to leave this here. I'll come back later to use it."
Uncle Luo finally turned and looked at the metal Wang Feng was carrying. His eyes widened slightly.
"Hmm?" He took the metal and examined it carefully. This piece was nearly perfect in purity, with very few impurities. But what shocked him the most was... this metal had been forged solely with the strength of a six-year-old child?
He lifted his gaze and looked at Wang Feng with curiosity. "Did you forge this yourself?"
Wang Feng nodded lightly. "I was just practicing, Uncle."
For a moment, Uncle Luo was silent. He was not someone who was easily surprised, but this… this was not something a child Wang Feng's age should be capable of! Even beginner blacksmiths would struggle to refine metal to this level. Every strike in the process must have been incredibly precise and stable.
The old blacksmith let out a long sigh, then chuckled. "Haha... you're really an interesting kid."
He placed the metal on a large wooden table beside him. "Alright, you can leave it here. But tell me, Wang Feng... are you interested in learning how to forge properly?"
Wang Feng's eyes lit up. "What do you mean, Uncle?"
Uncle Luo crossed his arms, his sharp gaze fixed on Wang Feng. "Seeing the results of your work, I can tell you have talent. But blacksmithing isn't just about strength; there are techniques you need to learn. If you want, I can teach you how to become a real blacksmith."
Wang Feng fell silent for a moment.
Becoming a blacksmith…?
At first, he only wanted to temper his body, but if learning how to forge could make him even stronger… wasn't this a good opportunity?
After thinking for a while, Wang Feng shook his head. "I don't think so, Uncle. I only forge to exercise."
Uncle Luo observed him for a moment, then chuckled. "Hahaha, stubborn kid. Alright, if you ever change your mind, you can come to me anytime."
Wang Feng nodded, then bid farewell and left the forge. The cool evening air greeted him as he walked home. His body still felt slightly tired, but a deep sense of satisfaction filled his heart.
'Today's training was tough, but I can feel it… I'm getting stronger,' he thought.
His steps were firm as he walked down the small path leading to his home. Along the way, his mind was filled with various thoughts—about the limits of his growing body, about the mysterious energy from the Meteor Tear, and about his own future.
Before he realized it, Wang Feng had already arrived at his doorstep. He knocked lightly, and soon, a gentle voice from inside answered.
"Come in, Feng'er."
Wang Feng opened the door and stepped inside. The familiar aroma of herbal tea welcomed him, bringing a sense of comfort. In the main room, his grandmother sat calmly on an old wooden chair, her hands holding a cup of warm tea. Her wrinkled face looked kind under the soft glow of the oil lamp.
"You're home later than usual," she said, her eyes filled with concern as she looked at her grandson. "Were you training again?"
Wang Feng gave a small smile and nodded. "Yes, Grandma. I was just forging some metal at Uncle Luo's forge."
His grandmother let out a soft sigh, then smiled. "You work too hard for someone your age, Feng'er. Don't overstrain yourself."
"I'm fine," Wang Feng replied reassuringly. "I actually feel stronger."
His grandmother smiled and nodded. She knew that her grandson was no ordinary child—his determination was far greater than others his age.
"Alright then, go wash your hands and have dinner. I've made your favorite herbal soup."
Wang Feng's eyes sparkled. "Thank you, Grandma!"
He quickly rushed to the small well behind the house to wash his hands and face. The cold water against his skin felt refreshing, washing away the remaining fatigue from his body. After that, he returned inside and sat at the dining table, where a steaming bowl of soup awaited him.
As he sipped the warm soup, Wang Feng felt his body relax even further. Today had been an exhausting day, but also a fulfilling one.
Yet, deep inside, he knew—this was only the beginning.
True strength still awaited him in the future.