Chapter 53
“Quhui Dan can dispel a hundred poisons.”
“Fenghuan Huan Yu Fu? It can summon three days of heavy rain, but I don’t think I’ll need that for now.”
“Gu Yi Song Wen Jie, it looks exquisite and grand. It could serve as a decorative piece to elevate my status a bit…”
After spending nearly half an hour, Li Mo finally cleared away the clutter.
Then he entered the world seed once more.
Here, compared to when he left, there were some changes.
The area seemed to have expanded by several zhang.
In front of the empty chessboard, the Pánjié Yǔnxīng Chuí hung quietly, suspended in the air.
Not far from the hammer, the Chìxiāo Jiàn shrank in the corner, too timid to approach.
Buzz—
Sensing Li Mo’s arrival, the hammer vibrated gently twice.
The sharp aura of the weapon still lingered.
Yet it could no longer exert any pressure on Li Mo.
After all, he was the master here.
“Limitless strength.”
Li Mo silently recited in his heart.
Then he walked over and grasped the hammer’s handle, effortlessly lifting it up.
It was as light as a feather.
He couldn’t even feel any weight.
If it weren’t for the joyful emotions emanating from the Pánjié Yǔnxīng Chuí, one might think this divine weapon had been swapped for a fake.
Whoosh—
Li Mo swung it a couple of times.
Instantly, the fierce and sharp aura of the weapon stirred the small world, as if the heavens themselves were enraged.
With a single strike, it fell like a meteor, carrying boundless power.
In that moment, he felt like a deity capable of shaking the very foundations of the earth.
In Li Mo’s current understanding, Elder Hán Hè was quite a formidable presence.
He had a premonition.
The hammer winds he stirred up, even just the slightest edge of it, would likely be unbearable for Elder Hán Hè.
“Truly a divine weapon.”
“This must be its true might.”
Li Mo let out a long breath.
The Pánjié Yǔnxīng Chuí buzzed incessantly, growing more excited; it seemed it hadn’t been pushed to its limits in a long time.
“Want… to go out…”
In the distance, Li Mo seemed to hear a childish voice.
Was it the Pánjié Yǔnxīng Chuí?
He looked down and confirmed the source of the sound.
“Fight…”
He understood what this divine weapon meant.
It wanted to hammer something.
Like a person, or a strange beast.
As long as it wasn’t used to forge other weapons, that would be fine.
Li Mo: “…”
I want to too.
But alas, my strength doesn’t allow it.
Buzz—
The Pánjié Yǔnxīng Chuí felt a bit wronged; its faint intelligence couldn’t grasp overly complex matters.
Why was its master sometimes strong and sometimes weak?
Why could its master unleash its full potential but wouldn’t take it out to play?
“When the time is right, I will let you shine.”
Li Mo gently reassured it.
After calming the divine weapon, he began to think seriously.
“I have a divine hammer now.”
“Shouldn’t I… also seek out some hammer techniques?”
Having experienced the power of the divine weapon, a sense of yearning rose within Li Mo.
As a swordsman, wouldn’t it be reasonable to know a few hammer techniques?
However, in the investment feedback he received, there were no martial arts related to hammer techniques.
“Oh right.”
“The first place in the sect trial can choose martial arts from the fifth floor of the library, right?”
“Let’s go take a look.”
With that thought, Li Mo restored the small world to its former state and waved at the Chìxiāo Jiàn not far away.
“Come here.”
Buzz—
As soon as he spoke, the Pánjié Yǔnxīng Chuí trembled twice, like a father educating a mischievous child.
Only then did the Chìxiāo Jiàn slowly fall into his hand.
With the sword in hand, Li Mo exited the world seed.
He greeted the half-asleep Shāng Wǔ and then headed out towards the library.
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Chapter 48: This Child is Too Honest
Qīngyuān Zōng, Library.
This was an octagonal building, stacked layer upon layer, reaching a height of a hundred zhang.
Many disciples were coming in and out.
As soon as Li Mo appeared at the entrance, he was met with countless gazes.
“Is that Li Zhenchuan?”
“Li Shixiong is really handsome, especially when he smiles; he’s so gentle, unlike other Zhenchuan who are so aloof.”
“That must be the Chìxiāo Jiàn at his waist. He’s so young and already possesses a Xuán weapon; his swordsmanship must be impressive.”
“Yesterday, something happened in Shénfēng Dòng; the earth veins erupted ahead of time.”
“Sigh, now Elder Hán Hè has sealed everything below the third level of Shénfēng Dòng. It’s going to be hard for any disciples to obtain Xuán weapons in the future.”
“Many elders don’t even have Xuán artifacts; it doesn’t really concern the disciples.”
…
The whispers were not loud.
But Li Mo heard them clearly.
“Elder Hán Hè is quite quick to act.”
“Though he cares about his reputation, he does get things done reliably.”
Lost in thought, Li Mo arrived at the counter on the first floor.
The inner sect steward smiled brightly upon seeing him.
“Li Zhenchuan, are you planning to go to the fifth floor to claim your reward from the sect trial?”
“Exactly.”
Li Mo nodded and handed over his waist token.
“Um… Li Zhenchuan, the fifth floor only has some intermediate martial arts.”
The inner sect steward reminded him.
Suitable intermediate martial arts are quite rare for inner sect disciples.
But a Zhenchuan shouldn’t be lacking in such things, right?
Li Mo smiled without saying a word.
The steward suddenly remembered that although Li Zhenchuan was indeed a Zhenchuan, his master was Elder Shāng Wǔ…
And it all made sense.
“You can choose two intermediate martial arts, please.”
“Thank you.”
Before long, the steward completed the record.
Then Li Mo turned and headed upstairs.
On the second floor of the library, there were still quite a few disciples from Qīngyuān Zōng.
The lower three levels contained mostly mediocre martial arts, along with various biographies and miscellaneous books.
Li Mo didn’t linger and continued up the stairs.
On the fourth floor, the number of people had noticeably decreased.
Here, they stored lower-tier martial arts, as well as knowledge on alchemy, forging, and raising strange beasts.
Most of those browsing the books were inner sect disciples.
Li Mo took note of something.
There were even books about cooking.
However, after glancing at them, Li Mo couldn’t help but grimace and put them back.
“No wonder the food in the Qīngyuān Zōng cafeteria isn’t that great.”
Li Mo thought it was nowhere near as good as the recipe he received from his investment returns.
On the fifth floor.
There were even fewer people here.
Only disciples who had completed sect tasks and accumulated enough contributions could come up.
“Hammer techniques…”
Li Mo walked to the section storing weapon techniques.
“Cuihuo Hammer Technique… is for forging.”
“Tiger Roar Hammer… suitable for long-handled hammers? Not quite…”
Well, it seemed that not only did Li Mo himself not particularly like using a hammer to hit people, but the library also didn’t have many hammer techniques available.
That made sense.
In the martial world, one often hears of sword gods, knife sects, and spear immortals.
When have you ever heard of someone with “hammer” in their title?
Hammer techniques were already quite niche.
The Pánjié Yǔnxīng Chuí, being a short-handled hammer, was even more obscure.
“Li Xiong!”
At that moment, a familiar youthful voice suddenly called out from not far away.
Turning around, he saw Mùróng Xiāo waving at him.
“Are you here to select martial arts too?” Li Mo asked in surprise.
The family of the Divine Weapon Peak was quite influential.
Could it really allow a Zhenchuan to personally come to the library for martial arts?
“Li Xiong, you’ve misunderstood.”
“I didn’t inform my master.”
Mùróng Xiāo forced a smile.
He explained a bit, and when Li Mo activated his Tianming Shényǎn, he quickly understood.
[Name: Mùróng Xiāo.]
[Age: 16.]
[Root Bone: Míng Jiāo Body.]
[Realm: Qi and Blood Realm, Seven Meridians.]
[Destiny: Blue with a hint of gray.]
[Evaluation: His father is a human, and his mother is a transforming dragon; he is kind-hearted but heavily influenced by his bloodline. If he can combine the strengths of both, his future is limitless; if he combines the weaknesses, he will bring disaster to a region.]
[Recent Encounter: Influenced by his bloodline, he has been plagued by distracting thoughts and nightmares lately, often dreaming of his hands covered in blood. Thus, he seeks a method to calm his mind.]
“My master still doesn’t know that my half-demon bloodline comes from the Míng Jiāo…”
Mùróng Xiāo sighed with a furrowed brow.
“So you came to the library by yourself?” Li Mo asked, his expression strange.
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