Chapter 52
“Elder, you are a renowned master craftsman of Ziyang Prefecture; only you can make full use of them.”
Little Li was quite good at flattering the old man.
Elder Han He fell silent.
After a long pause, he sighed:
“Shang Wu, your disciple is better at handling people than you. I’m not worried about him causing endless trouble with the divine weapon.”
“Wait, what?” Shang Wu replied, puzzled.
Without giving her another glance, Elder Han He turned back and said solemnly:
“Li Mo, if you can accomplish three things, I will gladly support you.”
“Elder, please go ahead.”
Li Mo was quick to comply.
“First, if one day the Divine Weapon Peak forges a mysterious artifact and needs the Panjie Meteor Hammer, you, as the weapon master, must assist.”
“Second, until you are strong enough, do not spread word of the divine weapon. Apart from me and your master, no one else should know.”
“Third, do not let the ancestral divine weapon be stained with unjust blood.”
Elder Han He emphasized the last point.
“Of course.”
Little Li didn’t hesitate.
These conditions were already more lenient than he had expected.
Even if Elder Han He hadn’t mentioned them, he would have done the same.
“Good, you may go.”
Elder Han He waved his hand wearily.
“Today, the old man is surprisingly agreeable,” Shang Wu raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit out of sorts.
Li Mo bowed to Elder Han He and pulled his master out the door.
Let’s not be coy after getting a good deal.
Watching the master and disciple leave, Elder Han He murmured to himself:
“The divine weapon has found its master, and it ultimately falls into the hands of Qunyu Peak.”
“Shang Wu didn’t get it; instead, her disciple did…”
“Life is truly full of wonders…”
Elder Han He sighed softly.
.....
On the way down the mountain.
“Precious disciple, you’re quite clever, aren’t you?”
Shang Wu squinted her almond-shaped eyes, one hand on her hip, the other draping over her disciple’s shoulder, grinning without a care:
“Not bad, not bad. To have tricked Elder Han He so thoroughly, you’re already six or seven parts of the way there.”
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“Well, I wouldn’t call it tricking…”
With his master’s arm around him, Li Mo cleared his throat.
“Hmph, you even managed to fool your master?”
“Where’s the hammer? Let me see it.”
Shang Wu wore an expression of ‘I know everything.’
Li Mo forced a smile: “I really can’t take it out.”
Are you kidding me?
Getting it in was already a monumental effort.
He hadn’t fully recovered yet; adding another layer to the world seed?
Master, do you believe I could perform a spontaneous disassembly?
“Hmph, ungrateful.”
Shang Wu sniffed, her pretty face pouting.
“...Master, you really wanted to sell me just now, didn’t you?”
“Ha ha… how could that be?”
Shang Wu shifted her gaze elsewhere.
“That was merely a test to see if you are truly devoted to Qunyu Peak.”
“Master, you’re feeling guilty.”
“Bold disciple, how dare you question your master! Do you wish to turn the heavens upside down?”
Her footsteps quickened, her fiery red robes fluttering.
Li Mo sighed lightly: “Master, how about we have some aged Qingzhu wine with roasted whole lamb tonight?”
Little Li activated his persuasion skills.
“How many years aged?”
“Thirty years.”
The persuasion worked wonders.
........
Moments later.
The master and disciple returned under the stars, laden with their spoils.
As soon as he opened the door, Li Mo saw a girl sitting at the stone table where they usually ate, leisurely sipping tea, a long sword resting on her lap, reflecting the moonlight.
“I thought you’d gone to practice in your room.”
“Not yet; I haven’t had dinner.”
Bing Tuozi replied.
Little Li fell silent for a moment, then looked up at the sky.
The moon was dim, signaling that night was nearly over.
“But it’s almost breakfast time.”
“Is it?”
Ying Bing also looked up at the moon, her delicate brows furrowing in confusion.
What kind of sense of time do you have?
Who judges time by meal times?
Li Mo couldn’t help but roll his eyes and went to cook.
Ying Bing lowered her gaze for a moment, then turned to Shang Wu, softly asking:
“What happened at Shenfeng Cave today?”
This was yet another unexpected turn of events for her.
Chapter 47: The True Power of the Divine Weapon
Ying Bing knew there was a divine weapon in Shenfeng Cave.
In fact, she learned about it because of Shang Wu.
During the fall of Qingyuan Sect, it was Shang Wu who paid a hefty price to wield the Panjie Meteor Hammer.
Later, when Ying Bing went to Central Divine Continent, she encountered several divine weapons that were on par with the Panjie Meteor Hammer.
But none of them ever gave her that overwhelming sense of power.
Indeed.
Even from her perspective, divine weapons were not commonplace.
Divine weapons were two tiers above mysterious artifacts.
They represented the pinnacle of craftsmanship, the ceiling of what humanity could achieve.
What lies beyond?
That would be the Dao weapons, born from seizing the essence of heaven and earth.
For instance, the ‘Seal of the Nation’ held by the emperors of the Dayu Dynasty.
That said, she remembered that in her previous life, the Panjie Meteor Hammer had no master.
Shang Wu barely managed to activate it once, and after a fleeting moment, both it and she vanished without a trace.
When she first took charge of the Gui Palace, she had inquired about it.
But all she got were vague rumors, difficult to discern as truth.
“Elder Shang Wu… hmm?”
There was no response from across the table.
When Ying Bing looked up, she found that, at some point, Shang Wu had fallen asleep in the rocking chair, softly snoring.
Not long after.
“Roasted lamb is ready.”
Li Mo emerged with the prepared lamb.
He placed it on the rack and began to start the fire.
The boy’s face was illuminated by the warm glow of the flames.
It also reflected in Ying Bing’s cool eyes.
Could it be… that he has something to do with it?
At that time, the Nine-Colored Phoenix’s essence seemed to have a special fondness for him…
“Give me a hand.”
At that moment, a brush was handed to her by the boy.
Ying Bing tilted her head in confusion.
Li Mo then brought over a clay jar, from which a fragrant aroma wafted.
Ying Bing realized.
This was for her to brush the sauce onto the lamb.
“This is my special soul sauce.”
“Even the joyous sheep eat it without a peep; I’m leaving it to you.”
As Li Mo spoke, he slowly turned the roasting rack.
So, the Phoenix Empress narrowed her eyes, her gaze flickering.
In the end, she dipped the brush into the so-called ‘soul sauce’ and began her first cooking experience.
Later, Little Li simply handed over the task of turning the rack to her.
Before long.
The roasted lamb sizzled and oozed oil.
Watching from a distance, Li Mo noticed Ying Bing applying sauce to the lamb with a surprisingly serious expression, and he couldn’t help but smile.
When Bing Tuozi was cooking, she had a bit more of a human touch, making her seem less cold.
“Maybe in the future, I could achieve automatic feeding for Bing Tuozi?”
But soon, Little Li’s thoughts changed.
“What’s that smell?”
As he was preparing the side dishes, Li Mo caught a whiff of something burnt.
Turning around, he found the lamb had suffered a tragic fate.
Half of it was charred, while the other half was still raw.
The girl continued to turn the lamb, seemingly unaware that anything was amiss.
Li Mo: “…”
He looked at Ying Bing with a helpless expression, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and exasperation.
No, sister, it’s burnt!
You’re still grilling the burnt side?
Feeling his gaze, Ying Bing met his eyes with a calm expression.
“What’s wrong?”
She asked with such confidence.
Well, it seems Bing Tuozi does have her flaws, like being practically destined to be at odds with the kitchen.
“I’ll take over.”
......
After finishing this meal, which was neither breakfast nor dinner, the sky had brightened.
In the room.
“Master, this meal was worth five hundred taels of gold! It far exceeds the value of that jar of Qingzhu wine.”
“The feedback from Bing Tuozi was even more delicious…”
Li Mo lay on his bed, rarely taking stock of his wealth.
Eight pieces of Xuanjing.
Gold had long surpassed ten thousand taels.
As for silver… he couldn’t be bothered to count; he had plenty of silver and silver notes, and counting them was simply tedious.
There were also some miscellaneous precious items.
Various six-patterned pills, ores, and rare herbs were all present.
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