Chapter 580
Only a master craftsman like Du Wufeng could...
"Alright, stop bragging, can I borrow it or not?"
Du Wufeng twitched at the corner of his mouth and pulled out a jade-glimmering, naturally formed blue forging hammer. "Need me to lend a hand?"
"No need for that."
Li Mo snatched the hammer, unable to resist taking a deep breath.
Du Wufeng couldn't help but remind him again, "Take it easy, kid. I usually don’t even dare to..."
"Got it! I’ll give it my all! Here goes nothing!"
"What?"
Li Mo didn’t give Old Du a chance to regret. In his inner world, the stars revolved, and a sun ignited. The flames of karma and the fiery essence of fallen stars surged forth, directly heating the oil in the pot.
"Master Du, didn’t you say that hammers and wives are never to be borrowed?"
Elder Hanhe hadn’t quite caught on yet.
Du Wufeng replied proudly, "I don’t have a wife!"
Elder Hanhe: "..."
Though he didn’t have one either.
But was that something to be proud of?
"I don’t have a wife."
Old Du feigned reluctance, but he had actually intended to lend the hammer from the start. As soon as Li Mo began forging, the old man’s eyes were glued to him.
Friends who often interacted with swordsmen knew that swordsmanship was merely a hobby for them.
Li Mo’s forging skills had made tremendous progress, but he was still some distance from being a master craftsman.
However, that day, he accomplished something he never thought possible—he reforged the Celestial Sword, using the power of all beings.
This opened a new world for Old Du.
To this day, he couldn’t figure out how Li Mo managed it.
Could it be related to his inner landscape?
Du Wufeng looked on seriously.
As the oil heated, the hammer began to slowly melt under the influence of several materials, gradually approaching the shape it had when it first descended from the heavens.
A moment of clarity rose in Li Mo’s heart.
He had just perceived through the hammer’s spirit, witnessing its fall alongside a meteorite onto the earth, back when even the Great Shang didn’t exist.
The hammer’s first owner was an ordinary craftsman from a tribe, who treated it as a hard stone, using it to forge various farming tools and weapons.
"No one has ever forged a Panjie Meteor Hammer."
Du Wufeng squinted for a long while before suddenly stating, "It’s the marks left by its users that transformed it into that exquisite hammer shape."
Saying this, Du Wufeng chuckled again:
"With a hammer that doesn’t peck, it creates things that reach the heavens. Truly, that’s the fate of my hammer."
"From now on, it will."
Li Mo inhaled the scorching flames and lifted the non-pecking hammer.
A surge of fiery energy and stardust erupted.
As he forged, Du Wufeng continuously offered advice, guiding Li Mo, who wasn’t quite a master craftsman yet, through each intricate step.
But moments later, Du Wufeng focused and nearly lost his breath:
"Li Mo, isn’t that just the hammerhead?"
"Yeah."
"Huh?"
Old Du fell into contemplation, starting to doubt whether his guidance had gone awry.
But come on, even if he was just an apprentice, how could he forge a hammer without a handle?
Just then—
Du Wufeng heard a violent sound.
"What is this...?"
It sounded a bit like quenching, but not quite...
"Are you using that fire stick as a hammer handle?" Elder Hanhe asked, bewildered, turning to Du Wufeng. "Master Craftsman, isn’t that wrong?"
"Is it wrong?!"
Du Wufeng nearly lost his mind.
He could tell that the fire stick was no ordinary object, but who would directly piece the two together like that?
This was forging, not welding!
Li Mo should know better than that, yet he still chose this method.
At that moment, the unremarkable fire stick and the hammer collided, erupting in a dazzling light that stung the eyes.
The two vastly different divine weapons, like incompatible medicinal ingredients, could explode the furnace. Wasn’t that...
"The timing is just right."
Li Mo took out the tool blank and covered it over the two.
The tool blank established a connection that shouldn’t exist between the hammer and the fire stick, and he swung the hammer again, gradually synchronizing their resonance.
Clang——
"Huh?"
Du Wufeng’s head, which had just drooped, shot up.
In the center of the fiery veins, a spark leaped forth, emitting a voice of rebirth from the ancient past.
A red-black glow, carrying the might of the heavens, pierced through the mountain wall and reached the sky, its overwhelming presence unmistakable.
Everyone present who knew how to forge fell silent.
"This seems to be more than just a divine weapon..."
Elder Hanhe murmured, his mind shaken.
"A quasi-divine weapon?"
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Chapter 671: The Heavenly Tribulation of the Quasi-Divine Weapon, Fourth Round of the Sun
Mysterious light shot from the mountain wall into the clouds, stretching for thousands of miles. Suddenly, dark clouds gathered above Qingyuan Sect.
Li Mo gazed at the newly forged hammer, feeling a tremor in his inner world.
The hammer was entirely black and red, covered in fiery patterns of karma and fallen star flames, resembling a suddenly blooming lotus. Amidst its rough craftsmanship, it exuded an exquisite beauty.
Grabbing the hammer handle, he felt a familiar connection, as if they shared blood.
"This hammer can now manipulate the heavens and the earth."
"I can change its weight at will; to me, it can be as light as a feather, while to others, it can weigh a ton."
"It won’t wear down, it can imbue spirit into weapons, and it carries the might of the winds and clouds..."
The moment he grasped it, Li Mo’s mind was flooded with insights about the quasi-divine weapon hammer.
The hammer’s spirit was proud and spirited, as if showing off to its master.
"The best hammer."
Li Mo didn’t hold back in praising the hammer, feeling particularly delighted.
The hammer sensed his emotions and trembled a few times, though it didn’t know that Li Mo was happy because he could now confidently tell Bing Tuozi, "The hammer truly can manipulate the heavens and the earth."
Li Mo tucked the hammer into his pocket and glanced at the two old men, who looked utterly dazed.
Elder Hanhe was somewhat better off; his skills were a bit lacking.
Du Wufeng looked as if he had seen a ghost. As a master craftsman, he knew how absurd this process was, how utterly ridiculous it was.
"You..."
"How did you know I just reforged a quasi-divine weapon?"
Li Mo looked surprised, as if just noticing the two.
"?????"
Du Wufeng confirmed his thoughts and took a deep breath of the fiery energy.
He remained silent for a long time, wanting to praise him but finding it hard to get the words out.
He felt that what he had just witnessed had transcended the realm of forging techniques.
Oh no, as a master craftsman, he had been pushed into a knowledge blind spot.
"Well, this hammer is quite hammer-like."
"Just kidding, Old Du. You’re drooling; if you want to see it, go ahead. And thanks for lending me the non-pecking hammer."
Li Mo smiled and handed back the hammer along with Du Wufeng’s.
Du Wufeng smirked but only took back his own hammer. "Let’s hold off on that for now."
"Are you afraid that after seeing it, your own hammer will seem insignificant?"
"Not entirely, but if I had known, I wouldn’t have come to Qingyuan Sect."
Du Wufeng wiped his mouth, hiding his greedy expression, and quietly retreated behind Elder Hanhe.
Li Mo sighed, "I was just trying to lighten the mood; you’re not really..."
Du Wufeng lamented, "When the heavenly tribulation strikes you later, it won’t take me down with you, will it?"
"Huh?"
Li Mo froze for a moment.
To be honest, he hadn’t been a craftsman for long. He had relied on technology and sheer effort to create a quasi-divine weapon without even realizing it.
From Du Wufeng’s words, it was easy to guess.
A quasi-divine weapon has a heavenly tribulation?
"Is that true, Old Du?" Li Mo’s eyes widened, excitedly asking.
"?"
Now it was Elder Hanhe and Du Wufeng exchanging puzzled glances.
Why was this kid even more excited?
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Outside, dark clouds churned, the void shattered, and the sky above Qingyuan was a riot of colors. The world seemed to pulse with vibrant life, yet also exuded boundless silence. It was as hot as fire and as cold as ice, with various forces swirling like ribbons extending from the same great tree, dancing wildly in the storm stirred up by the quasi-celestial weapon.
These laws intertwined chaotically, yet seemed to follow some kind of order.
At that moment, they all boiled due to the crimson light beam, as if boundless power was brewing within.
"Heavenly tribulation?"
At the bottom of Qingyuan, Ying Bing seemed to sense something and lifted her head.
Heavenly tribulations typically arise in two situations: one, when a master at the Xuan realm seeks to break through and absorb the Great Dao into themselves; and two, when a divine object emerges, carrying the essence of the Dao.
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