Chapter 51
“That's a divine weapon! The name of my Shenbing Peak comes from it! If it goes missing, I’d rather die than face our ancestor!”
If it weren't for Shang Wu being here, he would have already gone over to shake Li Mo awake.
“Anyway, no one can use it, so it’s just gathering dust over there.”
Shang Wu squinted her eyes, displeased, and said, “And when you talk, can you speak properly? No need to shout like that, do you think I’m deaf?”
Han He: “......”
What on earth did I do in my past life to deserve this?
How did I end up with this pair of master and disciple in this life?
“Hmm... hmm?”
Just then, on the bed, Li Mo, who had been sleeping for most of the day, yawned and seemed to be waking up.
As he groggily opened his eyes, he was met with a large, old face just inches away, bloodshot eyes staring back at him.
Li Mo jolted, nearly throwing a punch.
“Elder Han, why are you so close? You scared me to death!”
“Me scare you? I almost lost my soul because of you!”
Elder Han was so exasperated he almost laughed, urgently asking, “Quick, where’s the hammer? Where’s the ancestor’s hammer?!”
“Hmm!”
Shang Wu clenched her delicate fist and cleared her throat deliberately.
The implication was clear: when talking to my person, mind your volume.
Elder Han wanted to curse.
What, I lost the lifeblood of Shenbing Peak, and I still have to serve you with a smile?
But he knew that the more anxious he got, the less effective it would be.
Elder Han could only try to ask in a gentler tone, “Li Zhenchuan, when you went to the bottom of Shenfeng Cave, did you see a hammer?”
As he spoke, the old man gestured with his hands, “About this big...”
“I saw it.”
Li Mo nodded in agreement.
“Where is it? Where did it go?!”
Elder Han’s speech quickened.
“It’s gone.”
Li Mo shrugged his hands.
“Gone?!”
Elder Han’s vision went dark.
Li Mo nodded again and added, “When I went down to the bottom of Shenfeng Cave, I did see the hammer you mentioned.”
He skipped over some details.
“Out of curiosity, I touched it, and then it just disappeared.”
“It seems... I might have stored it in a Xumi object.”
Li Mo switched the topic to Xumi objects.
Indeed, this world has storage items, collectively referred to as Xumi objects (Xumi refers to a concept in Buddhism about a mystical space).
For example, the beautiful master’s wine gourd is one such item.
Of course, these things aren’t as common as some novels depict; they are rare and involve the most profound aspects of spatial manipulation.
Only the most skilled practitioners can create space from rare materials.
Thus, Xumi objects are extremely scarce.
Aside from Shang Wu, no other elders at the peaks possess such high-end items; only the sect leader of Qingyuan Sect has one.
“Your inheritance is quite impressive, disciple.”
Shang Wu’s eyes sparkled.
“Xumi object?”
Elder Han stood there, stunned.
His confusion only deepened.
For instance, how did Li Mo get close to the Panjie Meteor Hammer?
And how did he manage to take it?
No matter how powerful a Xumi object is, it shouldn’t be able to store something its owner can’t lift.
“Isn’t this a case of water revealing the stone?”
Shang Wu stroked her chin, reasoning, “It must be that the hammer recognized its master.”
“A divine weapon, after all, might feel weightless to its owner but heavy as a mountain to others, right?”
Li Mo: “??”
That sounds reasonable.
But the Panjie Meteor Hammer doesn’t seem to have that characteristic.
Suddenly, Li Mo noticed his beautiful master giving him a playful wink.
Li Mo’s intuition kicked in: “Hmm, I didn’t feel it was that heavy at the time.”
“Can you take it out now?”
“You saw it too.”
Li Mo shook his head with a wry smile, “When I stored it, I felt a tremendous shock to my spirit, almost losing consciousness. I probably won’t be able to take it out again for a while.”
Shang Wu smiled sweetly, “So, you need to let my disciple rest well. If he strains himself, who knows, he might never be able to take it out again.”
The master and disciple were in perfect harmony.
“Recognizing a master...”
Elder Han’s vague suspicions were confirmed, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit heartbroken.
Since our ancestor, no one from Shenbing Peak has been able to wield a divine weapon, and now it’s been taken by a disciple from another peak.
And a Qi Blood Realm one at that!
His feelings were mixed, and he felt utterly helpless.
The ancestor indeed left no records regarding this; what Shang Wu said had a ring of truth to it.
The hammer was no longer at the cave’s bottom.
This explanation, while barely acceptable, raised doubts.
But who knows if it’s the real situation? It all relies on your words!
After some thought, Elder Han spoke up, “In that case, before he retrieves the divine weapon, let him stay at Shenbing Peak.”
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Chapter 46: Li Mo’s Wealth and the Mystery of the Ice Block
As Elder Han’s words fell, Shang Wu didn’t even think twice before responding with a displeased expression, “You want him to stay with you? Old man, are you trying to steal my disciple?”
“Who would want your disciple! I’m keeping the ancestral divine weapon!”
Elder Han was surprisingly assertive.
Even if this matter reached the sect leader, he would still have the upper hand.
Moreover...
Shang Wu’s concerns weren’t entirely unfounded.
If the Panjie Meteor Hammer recognized its master, then the disciple from Shenbing Peak would undoubtedly become the next peak master.
“Elder Han doesn’t want to keep me here to forge weapons, does he?”
Li Mo sensed something was off.
That wouldn’t do.
If he stayed here every day, how would he be able to cozy up to... uh, how would he be able to hug the ice block’s jade legs?
“If Li Zhenchuan stays here, I’ll cover all your expenses from now on at Shenbing Peak.”
The next moment, Elder Han’s deep voice echoed, filled with temptation.
Clearly, he was prepared to make a significant sacrifice.
“Elder, what are you saying? My master is strong-willed; she wouldn’t give up her disciple for a mere five pecks of rice.”
“Right, Master... Master?”
Li Mo spoke with righteous indignation.
But when he turned around, he found his master no longer had her previous fierce demeanor; her beautiful eyes seemed a bit dazed, as if contemplating a carefree life filled with unlimited fine food and wine.
He seriously suspected she could hear the sound of coins clinking.
Li Mo: “.....”
It seemed he had underestimated his master’s poverty and her greed for money...
Li Mo lowered his voice, “Master, when has Qiushui Pavilion ever lacked for fine food and wine? If I stay at Shenbing Peak, who will cook for you in the future?”
The weapons from Shenbing Peak had a wide market and indeed brought in a lot of money.
But it probably couldn’t compare to his ability to create wealth out of nothing.
Moreover, he was never afraid of being financially drained; instead, he would grow richer through investment returns.
“Hmm, I’m not that kind of person.”
The beautiful master’s gaze instantly cleared, and she nodded earnestly.
“Elder, you worry too much; my disciple still has some family assets.”
Li Mo cupped his hands toward Elder Han.
“How much could you possibly have...”
Bang—
Two large, gleaming pieces of metal crashed to the ground.
In an instant, the temperature in the room dropped slightly, as if these two pieces of metal could absorb heat.
Elder Han’s smiling expression froze, and he fell into deep thought.
Iron essence.
Ten thousand pounds of iron, one tael of essence.
With just a bit, ordinary weapons could slice through hair and cut iron like mud.
These two large pieces of iron essence would take Shenbing Peak, even with the help of the cold flame spring water, three years to produce, if all the disciples were hammering away.
Bang—
Another dull thud.
A fist-sized piece of bright red metal fell to the ground.
“Hiss...”
Elder Han could no longer hold himself together.
Flame rock copper ore.
Only near volcanoes could one find such veins, and the ore must be tempered by the earth’s fire for over ten thousand years to possibly be produced, and it would only be accessible after a volcanic eruption.
This material was used in the Zhi Xiao Sword.
And you call this... having some family assets?
Elder Han began to ponder the origins of Li Mo’s inheritance.
Shang Wu was also considering this question.
The strong individual who left this inheritance must have been a merchant, right?
Or perhaps a bandit who plundered countless treasures?
“I’m not a blacksmith; these two treasures are just pearls cast in the dark.”
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