The Greatest Dominance

Forged Gold Iron [I]

When Ning Bufan saw Ning Fusheng pulling Shen Lanlan away, a trace of guilt appeared in his eyes. He grabbed the windowsill tightly with one hand and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Mo Ruoying asked softly.

Ning Bufan smiled bitterly and said, "Tell me, if we treat this child like this, will Brother Qi's spirit in heaven resent us?"

When Mo Ruoying heard this, she rushed out of the house, looked around, and then returned to the house and said to Ning Bufan: "It's best not to mention this matter anymore. Although Brother Qi has been dead for ten years. But we can't be lax, otherwise Brother Qi's only bloodline will be wiped out by those beasts!"

Ning Bufan smiled and said, "I know the importance of this matter. But you have suffered a lot over the years."

Noila Mo’s face changed, and he said, “What do you mean by that? Brother Qi has been very kind to you, and he has always been very kind to me. It is only natural for us to do these things for him.”

Ning Bufan took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and pressed Mo Ruoying's pretty shoulder, and said: "I know what you mean. With a wife like this, what else can a husband ask for?"

Noila Mo smiled heartily and leaned close to Ning Bufan. After a moment of silence, she said leisurely, "Fusheng is becoming more and more unhappy. Can you see that?"

Ning Bufan said, "How can I not see it? Although this kid doesn't dare to do anything to me, I know he really doesn't want to be a blacksmith. He wants to learn martial arts."

Noila Mo didn't say anything, but the corners of her eyes had begun to turn red.

"When Brother Qi entrusted Fusheng to me, he repeatedly told me that Fusheng must not be allowed to practice. I would rather let him live his life in vain than let him get entangled in fame and fortune." Ning Bufan said.

Mo Ruoying glanced at him and said, "Isn't this good? I can live a peaceful life without having to worry about material things, and I don't have to be used by the Bright Burial Realm."

“Shh…” This time Ning Bufan stopped Mo Ruoying from speaking, and then said: “We have been away from ‘it’ for a long time now, don’t mention it again.

Mo Ruoying hugged Ning Bufan tightly, her beautiful eyebrows locked together in pain and a hint of fear. Now she was still afraid of "it", which was what she called the Bright Burial Realm.

"Tomorrow I want to teach Fusheng 'Forged Iron and Gold Hands'." Ning Bufan said suddenly.

Hearing this, Noila Mo pushed Ning Bufan away and said angrily, "Are you crazy? Didn't you agree to let Fusheng live a peaceful life?"

Ning Bufan waved his hands and said, "You misunderstood. Although this forged iron wrapped gold hand is profound, without the mysterious brake force as a foundation, Fusheng cannot reveal its true appearance. Moreover, I also want Fusheng to live a better life. Just think, after a hundred years, who can protect him? A man must have the ability to protect himself, right?"

"That won't work either. What if Fusheng secretly learns the Mysterious Killing Force in the future? What if he can understand the true meaning of the Forged Iron Wrapped Gold Hand? What if he uses it in front of outsiders? What if..."

Ning Bufan stretched out his hand to cover Mo Ruoying's mouth, and said with a wry smile: "Why are there so many chances? The Iron Wrapped Gold Hands were originally used for ironwork. Although Fusheng is smart, he will not know that this set of techniques can also be used for self-defense in a short period of time. Fusheng is almost ten years old now. In another three months, after his tenth birthday, even if he is a genius, it will be difficult for him to reach the 'orange' level in cultivating the Mysterious Killing Force."

Although Mo Ruoying was still not satisfied with this answer, her expression had eased a little. She pushed Ning Bufan's hand away and said, "Even if it is orange Xuansha power, it is considered a master in Huangshangang. I still don't agree to Fusheng's cultivation."

There are seven levels of Xuanshali, and each level of Xuanshali has a fixed color, namely red, orange, gold, green, cyan, blue, and purple. Although everyone's innate attributes vary greatly, the color of Xuanshali will never change. 

For example, if a person's innate attribute is "wind", and his cultivation reaches the red level, then his Xuanshali will be red with a faint blue light representing the wind attribute. These blue lights will only be embedded in the center of the Xuanshali, like a gem, and it is easy to distinguish.

Ning Bufan saw that his wife's attitude was still a bit tough, so he said: "I don't mean to let him practice Xuansha force, I just want him to use the forged iron wrapped with gold hands to forge iron. You should also know that this forged iron wrapped with gold hands was created by a great blacksmith."

Noila Mo rolled her eyes at Ning Bufan and said, "Isn't he just your blacksmith master? What great...?"

"Isn't it great? Among tens of millions of alchemists, how many can reach the realm of 'blacksmith'?" Ning Bufan said with pride. Indeed, the lifelong pursuit of an alchemist is to become a 'blacksmith'. Of course, this blacksmith is definitely not an ordinary blacksmith. 

Only an alchemist who has created an 'eternal metal' can be called a blacksmith. It is easy to become a real alchemist from an apprentice alchemist, but it is extremely difficult to become a blacksmith, although the two are only one step away.

"Blacksmith? Blacksmith?" Mo Ruoying muttered to himself. When Ning Bufan just realized the danger was coming, Mo Ruoying cursed, "Ning Bufan, you have no good intentions at all. No wonder you always let Fusheng aspire to become the best blacksmith in the world. It turns out that this blacksmith is not what I thought. You wanted him to be an alchemist! You are such a heartless person. Are you doing this to Brother Qi?"

"Okay, keep your voice down." Ning Bufan also shouted angrily. Although Ning Bufan was considerate and tolerant towards Mo Ruoying, as long as he got serious, even Mo Ruoying would give him some ground.

After saying this, Ning Bufan saw that Mo Ruoying was still angry, so he explained, "Brother Qi has been in the world for half his life. Although he has passed away now, his child must not waste his life. Even if he does not practice, he must be superior to others in other fields. Otherwise, I feel that I am not only sorry for Brother Qi, but also for Fu Sheng."

"You also know that alchemists do not rely on mysterious power or martial arts, but on experience and skills, so I feel that my decision is correct." Ning Bufan said.

After saying this, Ning Bufan continued, "You have seen these three years. I have been very demanding on Fusheng, making him spend every day exhausted. Although his strength is now much stronger than that of children of the same age, his meridians have solidified. You should also know that the best time to practice Xuansha force is from seven to ten years old. If you don't lay a foundation at this age, you won't achieve anything in your life. Moreover, under high physical labor, Fusheng's tendons and veins have solidified and can't absorb Xuansha force at all. So what are you worried about?"

Hearing this, the anger on Noila Mo's face gradually disappeared, but she still said: "That has to wait for me to check it out. If his meridians are really solidified, then I won't stop you. If they are not solidified, you can't teach him the Forged Iron Wrapped Gold Hand."

Ning Bufan smiled and said, "I'm not stupid. If his meridians haven't solidified yet, I definitely won't teach him the Iron-wrapped Gold Hands."