Chapter 579
“Using forging techniques as assistance will raise the limit of merging weapons.”
Li Mo chose to exchange and then looked down at the Hammer Treasure.
He squinted his eyes and asked earnestly, “Hammer Treasure, do you want to learn the Law of Heaven and Earth?”
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**Chapter 669: Isn’t This a Bit Overboard?**
As the night mist gradually dispersed, the morning light flowed from the other side of the mountain, painting the eastern sky with a clear, pearly white. It wouldn’t be long before the dawn would pierce through the clouds, showering the world with radiant colors.
“Why hasn’t Bing Tuozi gotten up yet?”
“She rarely sleeps in, so let’s not wake her...”
Li Mo hadn’t gotten up early; he hadn’t slept at all.
It was well-known that men tended to be more irritable in the morning, and he had quite a bit of pent-up energy from the night before, rolling over in bed until dawn.
Now that he was in the fourth realm, a day without sleep wasn’t a big deal.
With his spirits high, he planned to have breakfast and then head to the Divine Weapon Peak to repair the Hammer Treasure.
“What’s for breakfast today?”
Shang Qin Qing yawned as she came out of her room, her tone lazy as if she didn’t consider herself a guest at all.
“Why are you still here, Clan Leader Shang?” Li Mo was taken aback. Hadn’t everyone from the Southern Wilderness already returned?
“I, Shang Qin Qing, a pure-blooded Qing Luan, can’t just leave!”
Shang Qin Qing raised a finger, looking quite authoritative. “You might not know what a pure-blooded Qing Luan means. Back in the day, my ancestors were so esteemed that even royal relatives weren’t worthy of their witness; only the empress could be certified by them. Every Shang Emperor was wed under the witness of the Qing Luan. Although I’m no longer at the level of a demon saint, handling your wedding with Xiao Bing’er is no problem.”
She rambled on for quite a while.
In truth, she just wanted to stick around for some sweet moments.
But Clan Leader Shang probably didn’t realize that Li Mo had indulged himself last night, missing out on the Phoenix film she had been eager to see.
“Let’s have some tangyuan for breakfast, made by my mother.”
Li Mo thought this sweet, sticky treat was perfect for Shang Qin Qing.
After a while, he boiled a pot of black sesame tangyuan. Shang Qin Qing took a bite, her eyes lighting up. “This is delicious! It’s sweet and soft, and it even has a bit of chewiness. How come I never realized tangyuan could taste this good?”
“It’s okay,” Li Mo said, smacking his lips and shaking his head.
“Hmm? You’ve had better?” Shang Qin Qing had never seen anyone eat tangyuan like that before and felt that Li Mo’s gaze was a bit impolite, as if he were looking at someone who had never seen the world.
“Of course.”
“Oh, come on! If you have something good, why keep it to yourself? I didn’t expect you to be this kind of Li Mo. Share a bit with me!”
“No, that’s something only I can eat, at least for now.”
Li Mo bared his teeth, a serious look mixed with a hint of fierceness.
“Isn’t that a bit too possessive? This is overboard!”
Shang Qin Qing squinted at Li Mo, who was flaunting his tangyuan, feeling something was off. She glanced up at the third floor of Qiushui Pavilion, where Bing Tuozi’s room was.
Could it be that Xiao Bing’er made the tangyuan?
But that didn’t make sense. If Xiao Bing’er could cook, she wouldn’t be completely useless in the kitchen. Back at the Qing Luan clan, everyone thought there was a disaster beast poisoning the food, only to find out later that it was Xiao Bing’er who had thrown out the meals.
Could this actually be good?
No, she needed to ask Xiao Bing’er later.
As a creature of desire, Shang Qin Qing sensed something unusual. She wondered if she had missed a moment between Li Mo and Xiao Bing’er.
But this bold thought still didn’t feel bold enough.
Not long after Li Mo left for the Divine Weapon Peak, footsteps echoed from the stairs. Ying Bing, who hadn’t slept all night either, was too shy to be seen by Li Mo and only dared to come down after he had left.
The Empress suddenly felt timid.
After taking a bowl of tangyuan, Ying Bing sat down, dazedly taking small bites, her gaze and thoughts drifting away.
“Xiao Bing’er?” Shang Qin Qing suddenly greeted her.
“Hmm? Clan Leader, when did you arrive?”
“...I’ve been here all along.”
Shang Qin Qing squinted, increasingly feeling that she might have missed something. She tentatively asked, “Li Mo said this tangyuan isn’t good.”
“It’s quite good,” Ying Bing replied after tasting a bite.
“He said he had something better yesterday. Have you tried it?”
“I should have... if he had it...”
The more Ying Bing spoke, the quieter her voice became, eventually turning into a whisper as her eyes gradually lost focus.
The thoughts of Li Mo, which had been swirling in her mind, and the feelings that reached deep into her heart surged once more.
“Just tell me quietly what it is, and I promise I won’t tell anyone,” Shang Qin Qing urged, her breath quickening.
“I don’t know either.”
“Hmph! Xiao Bing’er, you’re learning to be stingy like him!”
If it weren’t for seeing Shang Wu return, Shang Qin Qing would have rolled around on the ground in frustration.
“How’s the formation under Qing Yuan?”
Ying Bing changed the subject.
“It’s different from before,” Shang Wu shook her head, yawning. “It’s probably the final life-and-death cycle formation of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Even if there’s a problem, I can’t fix it.”
“I’ll go check it out later,” Ying Bing said, putting down her bowl.
As long as the formation was just dissipating, that would be fine; what she feared was losing control.
Just like in the last life.
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On the scorching summer day at the Divine Weapon Peak, the ground fire was at its peak, and even third-realm artisans couldn’t work continuously under the intense heat.
“Is there any potential in selling popsicles at the entrance of the forging academy?”
Li Mo slapped his forehead, suppressing his craving for ice, and made his way down the fire vein, pulling out an anvil, then retrieving the dull Hammer Treasure and a fire stick.
The Ruyi Jingu Bang, a piece of equipment worn by the Great Sage, lay between a Dao artifact and a divine weapon.
True Dao artifacts are derivatives or carriers of the Dao.
They lack spiritual essence, probably because their ‘Dao’ doesn’t exist within the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
That’s fine; if it were truly a Dao artifact, merging it with a spirit weapon embryo would be impossible.
“Melting the Hammer Treasure and adding other materials for repair, but only making the hammerhead, using the Ruyi Jingu Bang for the handle. Then the Hammer Treasure will gain the ‘Ruyi’ characteristic along with its own indestructibility...”
Li Mo pondered for a while and mapped out the route for the reforge.
He clapped his hands, ready to heat the oil, but then paused.
Wait a minute.
“If I don’t have the Hammer Treasure, what am I going to use to forge the Hammer Treasure?”
Li Mo fell into deep thought.
Just then, familiar voices came from the entrance.
“Du Shenqiang, after such a long journey, you actually came all the way to Qing Yuan. How considerate of you.”
“Hahaha, I just wanted to admire the place where the heavenly craftsmanship forges weapons. Who knows, I might find some insights.”
“Indeed, indeed. Even if Li Mo came to the Fire Vein Cold Pool, his forging skills have made tremendous progress, indicating that this place...”
“My adopted brother, if he had been born a few years earlier, this ‘Bu Zhuo’ might not have ended up in my hands.”
A few years ago, a highly respected divine craftsman passed away, and his hammer was to be passed on to the most outstanding peer in the art of weapon forging.
Du Wufeng earned recognition for forging the Tianren Divine Sword.
But as everyone knew, Li Mo had reforged the divine sword in front of everyone in the imperial capital, taking it to new heights.
“Uh, it’s not too late now, is it, adopted brother?”
“Hmm? Who’s talking?”
Du Wufeng’s smile froze on his face as he leaned back slightly.
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**Chapter 670: The Rebirth of the Hammer Treasure, a Near Dao Weapon**
“What are you doing here?” Du Wufeng quickly tucked away the forging hammer he had just prepared to show off.
“Isn’t it possible that I’m actually a disciple of Qing Yuan?”
“It seems that way, but it also feels a bit off.”
Elder Han He rubbed the back of his head, lost in thought.
He looked at Li Mo, who was indeed a disciple of Qing Yuan.
Then he looked at Du Wufeng, who was Li Mo’s adopted brother.
Strictly speaking, he had been an apprentice at the Sword Furnace, and while it sounded nice to say he was a disciple of a divine craftsman, he was actually just a nominal disciple.
Then there was the fact that he was a prince, and Shang Wu was his peer, yet she was also the former emperor.
And he was an elder of Qing Yuan.
So the question arose: where exactly did Li Mo fit into this picture?
Hearing that Li Mo wanted to borrow a hammer, Du Wufeng raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you have the Heavenly Craftsmanship Hammer? Why are you eyeing mine? I usually can’t bear to use it myself.”
An artisan’s hammer, much like a swordsman’s sword, is considered a lifeline.
“It’s well-known that I’m quite skilled at reforging, so this time I plan to reforge the Hammer Treasure. I thought, since the Hammer Treasure is a Heavenly Craftsmanship Hammer, who else’s hammer in the world is worthy of being used to reforge the glory of the Heavenly Craftsmanship Hammer?”
With his hands behind his back, Li Mo suddenly turned to Du Wufeng, his expression serious.
“That artisan, it’s you!”
“!”
Elder Han He was shocked, then sighed.
He felt a chill run down his spine, but unfortunately, he was just a great craftsman; his forging hammer wasn’t worthy of such glory.
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