"The rest... With my current perception, I can't sense them yet. Once these two seals are broken, I might understand more. I'll let you know then. Also… my matter is in your hands..."
Gu You simply hummed in response. Finding millennium-old spirit herbs was so easy. Even if they were ten-thousand-year-old herbs, he could pull some strings and get them.
As for whether Tang Wulin would try to deceive him—Gu You speculated that even if he had the nerve, he wouldn't actually do it. Because from what he could see now, only Gu You had the ability to help him find his parents.
Regarding Tang Wulin's foster parents, Gu You found it quite tricky. However, advancing the storyline would eventually lead him to them.
The Spirit Pagoda was secretly colluding with the Holy Spirit Cult, while the Qiangu Family turned a blind eye to the situation. Tang Wulin's parents had been captured by the Holy Spirit Cult to develop certain technologies and to design blueprints for the Spirit Pagoda. They were ruthlessly exploited, and when they were no longer of any use, the only thing awaiting them was death.
Gu You wasn't afraid of the Holy Spirit Cult—what concerned him was the Demon Emperor. At full power, she was more terrifying than a demigod. Plus, she had two Limit Douluo-level half-god evil soul masters under her command, not to mention a host of weaker Title Douluo.
Although he could fight against Yue Zi, something felt off—he had the nagging feeling that Yue Zi wasn't using her full strength. It was unlikely that an Evil God, even if not a True God, could be this weak—getting suppressed by a mere six-ringed Soul Master like him.
All in all, he needed to proceed with caution. There was still plenty of time. According to the original story, Tang Wulin's parents, Tang Ziran and Lang Yue, wouldn't die until more than a thousand chapters later. Gu You was determined to save them—they were irreplaceable talents. Tang Ziran had been a federal designer and at least an eighth-level mecha designer. Otherwise, there was no way that a single blueprint could have attracted so much attention from both the Spirit Pagoda and the Holy Spirit Cult, to the extent that they didn't hesitate to anger the Federation and Tang Wulin, ultimately killing them to complete their mission.
With these thoughts in mind, Gu You turned and left. It was time for him to enter seclusion—finish crafting his two-word battle armor, find the four spirit herbs for Tang Wulin, and forge a glove for Yuanen.
As for the metal to use, Heavy Silver was the best choice. It had excellent ductility and was highly practical.
This time, Gu You found himself gaining a bit more respect for Tang Wulin. The boy had actually prepared everything needed for the third seal by himself. And, for the sake of his foster parents, he was even willing to give up the golden opportunity of the Golden Dragon King's power.
Who knew—maybe the little bastard inside his mind was watching all of this unfold, fuming with rage and coughing up blood?
A grand plan that had been in the works for ten thousand years—was it about to be completely ruined?
Tang Wulin had broken free from his control, just like a protagonist breaking away from the original plot. The direction of everything had become unpredictable. If things continued like this, the Dragon God wouldn't even appear in the future, and the entire Tang Family's ultimate plan would be shattered.
But, of course, this didn't rule out the possibility of unexpected changes. After all, Tang San was a meticulous strategist. There was a high chance that he already knew Gu You had become aware of his presence.
Leaving the Shrek Academy outer court, Gu You arrived at the Shrek Blacksmith Association within Shrek City. His shadow flickered and disappeared. The surrounding scenery blurred and shifted at high speed, and when he reappeared, he was inside a metallic-looking room.
"You're back earlier than expected. Didn't you say it would be two days? What's the rush?" A voice came from outside—it was Feng Wuyu.
"I'm done learning. Forging is still better. Get me some metals—I'm going to craft my two-word battle armor." Gu You sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.
"That's not a one- or two-day task. Let me see which designer made your battle armor blueprint. Is it even reasonable?"
"Don't worry, the blueprint was personally tailored for me by an eighth-level mecha designer. Just prepare some Starfall Iron for me—get as much as you can. I already have enough materials for the other parts, and there are also some usable ones in this room."
Gu You envisioned his plan. The primary material of his battle armor would be Abyssal Mustache Alloy—not only was it highly flexible, but it also suited his martial soul attributes. And he had plenty of it.
As for Starfall Iron, his choice was based on its extraterrestrial origin, which gave it unique energy properties. For weapons, using such extraterrestrial metals could significantly increase penetration power. For battle armor, Starfall Iron had an incredibly high density and formidable defensive power, capable of withstanding temperatures exceeding 20,000 degrees Celsius. Properly integrating this metal into the armor would massively boost its defensive properties, offering immense room for growth.
"You're kidding, right? Do you have any idea how rare that metal is?" Feng Wuyu gritted his teeth in frustration. When it came to rarity, Starfall Iron was definitely one of the rarest metals in Douluo Continent's history. Sometimes, finding just two or three pieces was considered a stroke of luck.
"I'm serious. Just two pieces will do. If worst comes to worst, when I get stronger, I'll fly into space and grab some for you." Gu You chuckled.
"I'm not that stingy. Hold on—I'll get you exactly two pieces." Feng Wuyu's voice faded as he left to retrieve the materials.
Gu You placed the shattered remains of his previous battle armor, "God," along with the untouched "Dragon" armor onto the forging table. He also took out a chunk of Heavy Silver and placed it there. Pressing a button, the furnace activated, and the three materials slowly descended into the forge, beginning the smelting process.
This forging table was exceptionally advanced, capable of simultaneously refining up to five rare metals. In other words, a sufficiently skilled blacksmith could continuously forge without interruption. The furnace also reached much higher temperatures than standard forges, powered by a soul power battery—an extremely user-friendly design.
Before long, the Heavy Silver was smelted and rose back to the surface. Gu You flicked his wrists, summoning his pair of Spirit Forged Life Hammers.
Even though he had never forged Heavy Silver before, Spirit Forging was way too easy for him now.
He finished forging before Feng Wuyu even returned with the Starfall Iron.
Looking at the shimmering silver metal in front of him, Gu You nodded in satisfaction. Spirit Forging was no longer a challenge for him, not just because his hammers had the special ability to imbue life force, but also because his powerful bloodline and life soul ring provided immense benefits to his forging abilities.
This advantage wasn't just limited to the enhancement effect—it also played a huge role in attracting and refining metals.
Of course, Gu You wasn't about to waste a Blood Sacrifice on a mere chunk of Heavy Silver. This metal held no significant value for him. Even if it were Heavenly Forged, he wouldn't bat an eye—because if it wasn't suited for him, no matter how high its quality, it was useless.
Gu You stored the Heavy Silver. When he returned, he'd simply give it to Yuanen. As for molding it into a glove, he'd let someone else handle that later—he didn't have the time for it now.
Just crafting his two-word battle armor alone would take at least two months.
"I'm back. I found the materials for you." Feng Wuyu's voice suddenly echoed from outside…
(End of Chapter)