Chapter 31
**Chapter 28: The Falling Star Hammer**
The thirty-third master of Qingshui Sect's Qunyu Peak—Shang Wu—had slain the Tianzi-level assassin from Xiyu Tower and retrieved the Chixiao Sword.
Li Mo scanned the nine stone platforms.
The time recorded on them clearly varied, but the contents were mostly similar to the first one.
Three of them were empty, leaving him to wonder if they had been lost or were in the hands of some high-ranking sect member.
He had a rough understanding now.
What lay here were the mysterious weapons forged by the Divine Weapon Peak throughout the ages.
As long as one could gain the recognition of a mysterious weapon, they could become its master.
However, if one lacked the ability to wield the weapon, they would have to return it.
“How can I become a weapon master?”
Li Mo couldn’t deny that he felt a twinge of envy.
Mysterious weapons!
He had dreamt of wielding a handsome longsword.
On this stone platform, there were only two swords.
One was named Tianshuang, and the other was the Chixiao.
Buzz—
Suddenly, the sound of a sword humming filled the air.
It seemed to sense Li Mo's approach.
The Chixiao Sword, embedded in the stone platform, trembled incessantly.
In the next moment, Li Mo's vision blurred.
Not far away, a swordsman stood with a sword on his back.
The swordsman’s face was obscured, and he wore a simple short shirt, yet an aura of sharpness radiated from him.
Though the other did not speak, Li Mo felt he understood the unspoken message.
“Draw your sword.”
Draw my sword?
Li Mo took out a Qinggang Sword from his system space.
This was his first time using sword techniques in actual combat, and he felt a surge of excitement.
I just mastered my superior sword technique; why should I be afraid of you?
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Ten minutes later.
Li Mo instinctively clutched his chest and suddenly opened his eyes wide.
In a daze, he felt as if he had been pierced through the chest by a sword. Although he wasn’t truly injured, a burning phantom pain lingered.
His newly mastered sword technique hadn’t even allowed him to withstand five strikes.
The Chixiao Sword ceased its humming and fell silent once more.
“It seems I must master a superior martial art to its peak to become a weapon master.”
Looking at the words left on the stone platform, Li Mo regained his composure.
After a moment's hesitation, he shook his head and sat down to refine his physical body.
The further one progressed in martial arts, the more the difficulty multiplied.
Seventy-six years of martial comprehension wasn’t enough to push the Fire Crane Thousand Feathers to its peak.
If he could store up a hundred years, he might have a chance.
With that thought, he turned his gaze toward the stone wall not far away.
“On the first day in the Divine Blade Cave, I felt something calling to me.”
“But there’s clearly no path ahead.”
“Could it be that I need to break this stone wall?”
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At the entrance of the Divine Blade Cave.
A hush fell over the crowd.
For just moments ago, the once proud Yin Huacheng was now stumbling out of the cave in a rather disheveled state.
His eyes were filled with dark fury, his cloud-patterned robe torn into strips, and his body was covered in bloodstains.
Though his injuries weren’t severe—after all, those renowned weapons had no master and acted autonomously—his physique could only be considered to have sustained some superficial wounds.
What he couldn’t comprehend was why all the renowned weapons had shown such aversion to him, yet flocked to a newly initiated disciple.
It was akin to a goddess he had pursued for years suddenly throwing herself at a stranger she had just met.
Infuriating!
“I’m just not strong enough.”
Yin Huacheng clenched his fists and walked toward the back mountain of Divine Weapon Peak.
From a distance, he could see someone waiting there.
That person was tall and robust—it was Futuo.
“What happened to you?” Futuo raised an eyebrow at his disheveled appearance.
“What about the new vessel I requested?”
Yin Huacheng crossed his arms and didn’t answer the question.
“His name is Wang Hu, with tiger arms and a leopard waist; the beast type has already been fed to him.”
A smirk crept onto Futuo’s lips. “He even thanked me.”
“Good.”
Yin Huacheng nodded, his eyes glinting.
Futuo, knowing his nature of not tolerating any loss, added, “Patience is a virtue; you should wait for the sect’s trial to find someone to act against.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
Yin Huacheng sounded a bit impatient.
After a moment, he continued, “Recently, a batch of outer disciples should be returning to their hometowns.”
“You’re not going to let them off the hook either?”
Futuo scrutinized Yin Huacheng’s expression seriously.
Yin Huacheng snorted, “Having benefited from Qingshui Sect, they won’t be allowed to return home so easily. Those useless ones can still serve some purpose; it’s their good fortune in three lifetimes.”
The Blood Refinement of Beasts—no wonder it was a forbidden technique.
Overdoing it could lead to madness.
Futuo chuckled inwardly but feigned hesitation on the surface.
“Don’t forget who guaranteed your entry into Qingshui Sect.”
A hint of threat crept into Yin Huacheng’s tone.
Futuo hadn’t intended to refuse; after a moment of reluctant agreement, he nodded, “Alright, I’ll think of a way for you.”
Just as Futuo was about to leave, he hadn’t taken two steps when Yin Huacheng called out behind him.
“What’s the background of that new disciple named Li?”
“That’s the only heir of Qunyu Peak.”
Futuo squinted, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’d better not have any designs on him. If you provoke Shang Wu, even Yin Peak Master won’t be able to protect you.”
“Qunyu Peak... Li Mo.”
Yin Huacheng murmured to himself, as if trying to engrave the name in his mind.
The fourth level of the Divine Blade Cave!
Only the elders of the peaks or those who had mastered the art of cross-training could enter and face the mysterious weapons directly.
That kid must have some extraordinary treasure!
Yes, it must be because of some rare artifact.
Yin Huacheng’s anger dissipated, replaced by a burning fervor.
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Li Mo remained blissfully unaware that someone had set their sights on him.
In the fourth level of the Divine Blade Cave.
The sharp aura of weaponry surged, and fierce winds howled, making the cave seem like a wailing ghost.
If a person’s body hadn’t been tempered or lacked special techniques, they would likely be blown to pieces in an instant by the cutting winds.
Yet the young man stood firm, unyielding.
Through his tattered clothing, one could see his skin faintly shimmering with a treasure-like glow.
“Whoosh...”
“Breathe...”
Li Mo, whose body was in a breakthrough phase, was akin to a weapon being honed.
Under the pressure of the sharp aura, he gradually shed the rust and revealed his edge...
Most disciples of Qingshui Sect wielded ordinary weapons.
Only a few inner disciples could possess a sharp tool.
Some obtained theirs from the Divine Blade Cave, while others purchased them externally.
Now, Li Mo’s body was aligning itself with that of a sharp weapon.
Suddenly.
The dissipating aura became even more piercing.
The treasure-like glow on Li Mo intensified, finally reaching a critical point.
He abruptly opened his eyes, the sharpness in his gaze flickering, and exhaled softly.
Puff—
A small dent appeared in the mountain wall opposite him.
A breath of foul air shot forth like an arrow.
If it struck someone at the initial stage of Qi and Blood, it could leave them severely injured, if not dead.
Li Mo stood up, completely unconcerned about his tattered clothes. He clenched his fist, feeling the surge of power within.
He picked up a piece of blue stone and applied a bit of force.
Silently, the stone dust slipped through his fingers.
“A body comparable to a sharp weapon.”
“Let alone a ninth-grade beast; even an eighth-grade one would find it hard to break through my defenses.”
Li Mo tossed the stone dust in his palm, examining it in the dim light, growing increasingly satisfied.
Hmm, my skin hasn’t changed color; it seems to have even lightened?
It’s like I’ve been airbrushed...
“Thank you.”
Li Mo sincerely bowed to the six mysterious weapons, including the Chixiao Sword.
Buzz—
The mysterious weapons emitted a faint hum, as if in response.
Then, Li Mo walked to the end of the fourth level of the Divine Blade Cave.
With a luminous pearl in his left hand and his right index finger tapping against the stone wall, the sound was crisp and clear.
“Is it hollow?”
Li Mo raised an eyebrow.
Using the glow of the luminous pearl, he noticed that this stone wall had a slight color difference from the surrounding cave walls, suggesting it had been artificially constructed later.
After pondering for a moment.
Bang—
Li Mo’s fist shot out like a dragon, the power of the eight meridians in the Qi and Blood realm combined with his body’s sharpness erupted.
The tremendous force caused the stone wall to collapse with a thunderous roar.
“Indeed, there’s a path!”
Li Mo’s eyes lit up.
However, before he could rejoice.
A fierce wind howled, as if countless arrows were shooting toward him, the overwhelming aura of weaponry coalescing into something tangible!
Li Mo: “!”
In shock, he quickly activated his Extreme Weapon Killing Body with all his might.
He struggled to open his eyes.
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