"So, my temper is annoying?"

"Haha, that's not what I meant. You've been affected by the evil fire since your martial soul awakened, for six whole years. Plus, most fire attribute soul masters have a bad temper, so your condition might be more serious."

"You are different from your ancestors in that your ancestors were born ordinary, but you were not. Therefore, you are inevitably a bit arrogant and do things without thinking. However, your evil fire has been suppressed by the Ten Thousand Years Mysterious Ice Marrow, and its effect on you can be ignored. As long as you control your temper in the future, everything will be fine."

"Before you reach level 70, you won't need to use your clone to suppress the evil fire. Your cultivation level will also improve faster, and you won't have to practice painfully anymore. Although you're a little behind Zhao Xin now, you still have a chance in the future."

Yan Shaozhe's words were very comprehensive and thorough. After listening to them, Ma Xiaotao kept her head down and remained silent.

"But Xiaotao, you must know the importance of unity and cooperation. You used to have a bad temper and always liked to fight alone, but you must understand the consequences of leaving your teammates and going deep into the enemy's territory in a multiplayer team game. You must stay calm when encountering things. Impulsiveness may lead to big mistakes. That's all I have to say. Go back and think about it carefully."

"Thank you, teacher."

Ma Xiaotao closed the office door, lowered her head, and walked back with a heavy heart.

........

Tianhun Empire, Haotian Peak.

This is an extremely majestic mountain, and it looks very steep. Looking around, almost three sides of the mountain are vertical, as if they were cut by a knife. Only one side is relatively flat, but compared to the other three sides, it is really difficult for ordinary people to climb.

The steep peak was surrounded by rolling mountains, but even the highest one only reached the mountainside. The sea of ​​clouds was floating above the mountains, and the steep peak was only visible below the sea of ​​clouds. Above the sea of ​​clouds, it could only be seen through the clouds. Here, there was the Haotian Sect, which once had the strongest offensive weapon spirit on the continent, but was now in a semi-hidden state.

On the top of the mountain above the sea of ​​clouds, there is a towering castle. This gray castle is full of ancient atmosphere, and it seems to be on top of the world. There are no luxurious decorations in the castle, and the overall layout is mainly gray and black. Occasionally, there are traces of blue in some places.

The third floor of Haotian Castle.

Sitting in the main seat was a middle-aged man with long green hair that stretched over his broad and majestic shoulders. His eyes were also green. When he opened and closed them, his seemingly plain eyes had an indescribable special quality. It seemed that he couldn't suppress the strong aura in his body. On the other side was a middle-aged man with black hair like steel needles. He had a dignified appearance and a resolute face that looked like it was cut by a knife. His eyes were brown and yellow, with a faint golden glow. The gray robe couldn't completely cover his strong muscles.

All I heard was the black-haired middle-aged man saying loudly: "Brother, I don't know what Dong'er's father was thinking. He sent her down and let her go to Shrek Academy to study. Wouldn't it be better if we could train her ourselves?"

The middle-aged man in white glared at him and said, "You are so old, but you still can't calm down and learn to think. Dong'er's father has his reasons for letting him go to Shrek Academy. What we need to do is to protect Dong'er. In a while, Dong'er will awaken his martial spirit. Now let's talk about the situation of Shrek Academy!"

The black-haired middle-aged man said, "Brother, I have found out everything. The most powerful person in Shrek is a level 99 Ultimate Douluo, but he doesn't look like he will live much longer. Dong'er can go to Shrek when he is twelve years old."

"Well, we need to plan carefully for Dong'er's teaching in the next few years."

.......

In the afternoon, Zhao Xin went to the Soul Guidance Department's teaching building to attend classes.

Listening to the teacher's lecture, he explained a lot of knowledge about soul guides, as well as the purification and use of some metals. Zhao Xin found it very interesting. He had a vague idea, but it would be difficult to implement this idea.

After class, Zhao Xin did not go back, but went to the experimental area to find Senior Li Xinyu. Senior Li Xinyu is Teacher Fanyu’s assistant, and he must be doing experiments with Teacher Fanyu in the experimental area now.

"Senior Li," Zhao Xin was outside the door of the experimental area building, and Li Xinyu came out not long after.

"Zhao Xin, why are you waiting here? Fortunately, I finished the experiment early today, otherwise you would have to wait for a long time." Li Xinyu said.

"I don't have the pass, so I can't get in." Zhao Xin said this a little embarrassedly.

"You can go to Mr. Fanyu for this."

"Okay, senior, I'm here to ask you for help today. I want you to help me find a forging table that can fix metal."

"What are you looking for in a place like this? Are you going to start learning forging now? As your senior, I still have to remind you not to aim too high. You haven't been learning soul guides for a long time, so don't hurt yourself."

"I understand, senior. Before I came to Shrek Academy, I had already practiced forging in my family for a period of time."

"Well, it's good that you understand. Come with me." Li Xinyu took Zhao Xin to the test area. "Look here, no one is using this forging table. You can use it."

"Thank you, Senior."

Zhao Xin came to the forging table. Since he came into contact with the soul guide, Zhao Xin had given up his previous unrealistic idea. He now had a more incredible plan. Of course, he did not have the ability to realize it yet, and he did not know if he could succeed. However, once he succeeded, he might even reach the legendary realm.

The solution Zhao Xin thought of was the future battle armor technology. Although in the future, making a set of battle armor requires the joint efforts of many people, the most important thing is the blacksmith, followed by design and production. However, Zhao Xin can't even succeed in the most basic 100-forging, and no one can guide him. He can only explore little by little by himself, and he doesn't know if he can succeed in the end.

Zhao Xin rubbed his face, ended his fantasy, and took out a round block of metal from his storage soul guide. This was a metal called hematite. He pressed the button on the forging table, and the center of the forging table cracked, revealing the forge underneath. Zhao Xin fixed it on the slot next to the forge, and pressed the button again to send it into the forge.

Then he got two shiny black tungsten steel hammers. The handles of the two tungsten steel hammers were about one foot long, and the hammer heads were cylindrical, half a foot long, with a cross-sectional diameter of about ten centimeters. Each hammer weighed about sixty kilograms, and Zhao Xin felt as if it was nothing in his hands.

This piece of metal and the two tungsten steel hammers were all obtained by Zhao Xin from his father. He also took out a book from home that was said to record the forging techniques of the master craftsman Lou Gao ten thousand years ago. In addition, there were some common metal pieces in his soul guide, and Zhao Xin planned to use them to practice his forging skills. Moreover, the purified metal had a higher price, which could continue to support Zhao Xin's experiments.

Zhao Xin did not use the forging technique recorded in the book right away. He wanted to see how many times he could swing the forging hammer with his brute strength.

"Bang, bang, bang" the continuous hammering made the forging table vibrate constantly, but Zhao Xin did not feel too much burden. He kept hammering with a pair of hammers until he hammered the 400th time, when his arms began to feel a slight soreness.

Hang on, I want to challenge my limits.

After seven hundred strokes, the soreness finally turned into pain, but he still tried hard to persist and not let himself stop.

The pain became more and more intense, Zhao Xin's arms began to turn slightly red, and after nine hundred hits, he could no longer lift his arms, and his speed of swinging the hammer also decreased significantly. But he still gritted his teeth and persisted.