Chapter 439
Li Mo's right arm suddenly swelled, making the Xingzi Zhu appear insignificant.
The flames of karma within him surged, as if reigniting the already burning meteor fire.
Boom—
The mixed metal sword blank emitted a buzzing sound!
Sparks flew continuously, like a volcano erupting!
Fifty strikes in a breath!
The hammer swung relentlessly, growing redder by the moment, and the mysterious weapon seemed to be on the verge of melting... ready to fuse with the sword blank.
The rules of the weapon forging competition stated that only existing materials could be used.
The blacksmith's hammer was also part of the existing materials.
But no one had ever thought of turning the forging hammer into a part of the weapon being forged.
Not even Ying Bing had considered it.
He aimed to forge a renowned weapon with the mysterious tool.
He wanted to transform the Xingzi Zhu that had accompanied him day and night, merging it with her sword in the heat of creation.
You are in me, and I am in you.
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P.S.: Little Pu Jie has been feeling quite exhausted lately. The doctor said I’ve lost too many brain cells and suggested I try Mambo's electrotherapy, which has received good reviews from the aquatic community.
Am I really going to the southern frontier? (What the hell, is Jiutian Shidi in the country?)
Then I thought, why not let the audience recharge me?
Little Pu Jie is indeed a genius, heh.
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**Chapter 488: The Final Strike, Together We Swing**
“Li Mo, what does he think he’s doing?”
“He’s forging his own hammer into the weapon? What kind of operation is this?”
In the square, under the blazing sun, Li Mo was brimming with vitality, his body seemingly ignited by the furnace fire.
It seemed he was not just forging a weapon; he was forging himself.
The Sword Furnace Square fell into silence, with only the sound of forging echoing like a resounding bell.
Those present who could forge and those who could not were lost in thought, equally bewildered, having never seen a craftsman perform such a feat...
To call him a genius would be an understatement; he was truly unconventional.
“Hahaha, this is fun! This kid’s talent for blacksmithing is one thing, but his approach is really wild.”
Du Wufeng, the old man, danced with excitement.
In his youth, Old Du was also a little genius, a fact recorded in the annals of craftsmen.
“Is it against the rules to forge a renowned weapon with a mysterious tool?”
A pale-faced old eunuch in blue official robes spoke up. He worked for the Ministry of Internal Affairs, specifically responsible for purchasing ironware for the imperial court.
The old eunuch looked at an elder with white hair and dark beard.
It was none other than the host of this competition, Nangong Lao... uh, Nangong Min.
Nangong Min squinted his eyes: “According to the rules of the forging competition…”
“Smash!”
A walnut was crushed by a divine craftsman’s hammer. Du Wufeng grabbed the walnut pieces mixed with shell and chewed loudly, finishing it in an instant!
“...”
Nangong Min fell silent for a moment, seemingly deciding not to confront these blacksmiths head-on:
“The rules do not explicitly state that the forging hammer cannot be refined into the weapon.”
“The sage said that a gentleman is not a tool, which means we shouldn’t follow the rules too rigidly.”
Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a bamboo crown and gentle features spoke up.
“Luo Ling’s words are reasonable.”
“However, he no longer has a forging hammer. How will he finish the sword?”
“...Wait.”
Du Wufeng suddenly noticed that the hammer he had just used to crack the walnut was now gently vibrating.
For the next half a stick of incense, Li Mo continuously fused the materials of the Xingzi Zhu with the sword blank.
Gradually, forty pieces completely melted.
Yet in his hand, another ‘identical’ forging hammer appeared.
“He has a second identical mysterious forging hammer?”
Before he could ponder this, Li Mo murmured, “Little hammer, slip the seams; big hammer... time to finish!”
The power of the world and the laws of heaven and earth had made his vitality surge like smoke rising into the sky.
His vitality seemed to strengthen at a speed that was imperceptible yet rapid, in sync with the forging process.
This was the first time he truly used the hammer treasure, this divine hammer, to forge a weapon.
He didn’t even have the energy to think about or focus on the weapon’s spirit.
Fortunately, the Taiyin had connected him with Bing Tuo’s intent.
This weapon was being forged with someone alongside him!
Clang—
Clang—
At this moment, all the fallen star flames ignited in the Sword Furnace converged towards the hammer treasure, like a great whale drinking water.
Ten strikes in a breath... twenty strikes in a breath...
It seemed the number of strikes had decreased, but in reality, one strike was equivalent to hundreds before!
This was the true essence of being tempered a thousand times!
In the distance.
“This kid can actually summon divine weapons; he’s only at the Observation God realm!”
In Xiao Qin’s ears, his teacher, Qian Xing Wuzun, rippled with subtle emotions.
As a former peak of the sixth realm, the teacher rarely displayed such rare and strange feelings.
Twice it was because of Ying Shimei, and more often it was because of Li Shidi.
He had grown accustomed to his teacher’s rare emotional displays...
“If Elder Han He saw this scene, he would probably be moved to tears…”
“Yeah, if Han Zhen saw this, he could die in peace…”
“Why are you standing behind me, Huang Donglai?”
Xiao Qin turned around to see Huang Donglai hiding behind him, his mouth twitching.
If it weren’t for his habit of being aware of his surroundings while traveling the world, he wouldn’t have noticed when Huang Donglai had sneaked up!
Huang Donglai scratched his head: “Sorry, I couldn’t help it, I just couldn’t help it…”
Meanwhile.
At the judges' table, Nangong Min, the old eunuch, and the Confucian scholar Luo from the academy all recognized the extraordinary nature of that hammer, which was clearly not the same as the previous one.
“It really is the Panjie Meteor Hammer; it’s truly in his hands…”
Only when Du Wufeng sighed did a flash of realization strike them.
The Panjie Meteor Hammer, ranked forty-seventh on the divine weapon list.
The reason they needed a reminder to recall it was that hammers stood out among divine weapons, yet remained unnoticed.
To say it stood out was because there were few hammers; to say it was unnoticed was because not many paid attention or discussed it.
“No wonder Li Mo could kill the Grand Master of the Da Shang with a single strike.”
“I remember this Panjie Meteor Hammer was ranked due to the forging of too many divine weapons, but its battle achievements have never been heard of.”
“Looking at this weapon’s aura, its rank should be higher.”
“But... Li Mo is only at the third realm of Observation God.”
As they spoke, they found it absurd; a famous divine weapon, even a master at the seventh realm of the Xuan realm, might not have the fortune to be its master.
Because divine weapons have spirits, each with different temperaments, and they do not necessarily revere strong masters.
For example, the Qingqi Qiankun Pen requires a person of upright character and noble spirit to wield it.
It was understandable that Li Mo could become the weapon’s master, but to actually use it...
“I can also slightly summon the sword bestowed by my ancestor.”
Xie Xuan felt that Li Mo’s situation might be similar to his own.
“...”
Du Wufeng reined in his playful spirit, his face turning serious, and he had not spoken for a long time.
Others did not know that the Panjie Meteor Hammer was not just a divine weapon.
It was also a forging hammer that once belonged to the Heavenly Artisan.
“Whew... whew...”
Li Mo, engulfed in high temperatures, felt that even the breath he exhaled was burning.
The sword blank had now transformed from a golden-red hue to a pure white, with a brilliant sky blue glimmering within the pure white flames.
The sword he aimed to forge was meant to rival the divine weapon, Yue Zhong Yin.
He had envisioned it to be perfect...
“Li Mo, the utmost Yang gives birth to Yin.”
A voice like clear spring suddenly rang in his ears.
Li Mo was taken aback, turning to see a figure stepping through the blazing light, approaching the anvil.
A cool, delicate hand covered his hand.
“I know what it should look like.”
“The final strike, let’s swing together.”
Ying Bing leaned against him, her jade-like face bathed in firelight, the flames becoming her feathered attire, a manifestation of the Vermilion Bird form within the Jade Phoenix.
The hammer treasure seemed to be howling, clearly displeased at the thought of forging a weapon at first.
The Panjie Meteor Hammer rose and fell.
Finally.
On the long sword, snowflake-like patterns became clear.
In an instant, the hammer treasure was retracted, and Li Mo felt a bit drained, yet he couldn’t take his eyes off the long sword being purified by the power of the Taiyin.
“Even the renowned weapons forged by Master Du might pale in comparison…”
At least, that’s how Li Mo felt.
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**Chapter 489: The Sword is Complete, Does She Want Both the Person and the Sword?**
By afternoon, the sun was especially fierce.
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