“What… kind of hammer technique is this?”
Elder Han He stared unblinkingly at the figure in the distance, lost in thought for a long time, even doubting whether he had suddenly gone blind.
That was the founder’s anvil, the founder’s hammer.
After slumbering for countless years, it burst forth with the original spark in the hands of a young man just over seventeen.
How was it possible that he, merely at the Observation Realm, could accomplish something that countless craftsmen from Shenbing Peak could not?
“The God Hammer Little Overlord’s hammer is not referring to that divine weapon.”
Elder Zeng recalled the scene atop the Sword Building and sighed:
“Clearly, it’s his hammer technique that’s divine.”
“I’m… old and confused.”
Elder Han He mumbled to himself, finally understanding Xue Jing’s feelings at this moment.
Mastering divine-level hammer techniques and wielding divine weapons—no matter how he did it, the Panshi Meteor Hammer indeed felt as light as a feather in his hands.
Moreover, he was unperturbed by the extreme heat, moving through the fire vein like a fish in water.
Such a person, he couldn’t fathom why he wouldn’t become a divine craftsman.
Not far away…
“The Godly Treasure Refinement technique… it seems to have signs of entering the door?”
Li Mo looked puzzled, gradually halting his movements, as if a furnace had gone cold.
That was completely bald.
He didn’t even expect that his talent in forging was not inferior to his hammer techniques.
The Godly Treasure Refinement was indeed a divine skill.
But he only wanted to see if, after boosting with the power of the world, he could forge using the Hammer Treasure; he found himself nearly entering the door of this divine skill without having even hammered iron.
Just moments ago, he had only struck the anvil.
At that instant, he turned his head and found two old men gazing at him with complex expressions.
“Have you two woken up? It seems the effects of the Seven Pattern Cold Spring Pill aren’t bad.”
“??”
Elder Han He felt his scalp tingle. Even deep within the fire vein, he was sweating profusely—no wonder he hadn’t felt hot; he had just consumed the Seven Pattern Pill.
Elder Zeng’s mouth twitched: “Do you know how heavy a mountain of gold is? Even a physical body at the outer realm would struggle to move it.”
“How do you know?”
“At that time, Li Mo threw the mountain of gold on the ground and asked me to move it; it worn me out badly.”
“……”
Elder Han He, having lived this long, had never experienced such laborious feelings.
“Alright, while the effect of the Seven Pattern Pill is still active…”
“I’ll teach you the secret weapon forging technique of our Qingyuan Sect.”
At this point, Elder Han He straightened his back again.
“Don’t learn from old man Han He.”
Elder Zeng’s eyes sparkled, looking at Li Mo as if he were a rare treasure:
“The forging technique of Hengyun Sword City is more suitable for you, and while that old man Han He can only forge decent weapons, I can forge renowned artifacts; I’m a bona fide master!”
Elder Han He snapped back: “Old dog Zeng, you’ve gone too far; he is a disciple of our Qingyuan Sect! What do you mean by cutting in line?”
Elder Zeng blinked without batting an eye: “I simply can’t bear to see you lead a promising student astray, and besides, Li Mo is Shang Wu’s disciple, not yours.”
“Hmph! What’s it to be a master? Only knows how to forge second-rate trash; even a green onion wouldn’t want to dip into your big sauce!”
“You’re a ginseng chicken, aren’t you?! I’ll challenge you one-on-one!”
“Come on! I’m afraid of you!”
The two old men were like two bulls with their heads butting against each other, ready to brawl.
Their views on forging were constantly at odds.
Elder Zeng was an advocate of innovation, promoting the use of any available technical means, believing that as long as a good weapon was forged, it was good technique; the Gold and Stone Sword Array was one of his classic methods.
He thought the other was stuck in the past, unable to adapt.
Elder Han He, on the other hand, revered ancient methods, asserting that a true weapon should be forged with precision and hammered rigorously, infused with effort and spirit; only then could one hope to become a divine craftsman.
He considered the other to be all about technology and brute force, completely missing the essence of infusing a soul!
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“Then how is the distinction between the two manifested?”
Li Mo, still a bit clueless in this area, couldn’t decide.
And from a personal feelings perspective, he was also…
Elder Han He naturally didn’t need to say much; the most precious treasures of the divine weapon founder had been taken away by him—a hard-headed, soft-hearted elder.
Elder Zeng… he draped a hat over himself and recklessly rushed to seize a single hair from him.
“Let’s take the simplest refining step as an example; I’ll demonstrate for you!”
Elder Zeng took the initiative, pulling out a large cauldron engraved with formation patterns from his storage bag, about the size of a military pot.
He took some ordinary iron ore and placed it into the cauldron.
Then, he set the cauldron atop the fire vein and activated the formations inscribed on it.
Very quickly, under the influence of the formations, the iron ore began to glow red.
Elder Zeng stood by the cauldron, occasionally pouring a material that Little Li felt dizzy just smelling—Black Evil Wood Oil.
But it didn’t end there.
“This marrow stone fire powder can purify impurities.”
“And the Golden Wind Rock can make the iron chunks denser.”
He proceeded to pour many materials into the cauldron like an alchemist, finally beginning to forge.
Before long, iron was being shaped under his hammer.
“So fast.”
Li Mo blinked, surprised at how easy forging was.
“How’s that?” Elder Zeng asked, grinning.
“Not much; this lacks the spirit of a true craftsman, it’s just shoddy work.”
Elder Han He coldly huffed.
He took out the ore, heated it, and then placed it on the anvil, hammering away with a special technique.
His hammering was like a sudden storm—fast, continuous, and pleasant to the ear.
As he hammered, he also heated it, folding and refolding in repetitive motion.
“The azure steel swords used by our Qingyuan Sect disciples are forged hundreds of times!”
“Every bit reflects our devoted heart!”
This process took considerably longer.
But the resulting iron block had layers of beautiful patterns, looking stunning.
Afterward, Elder Han He spent more effort, directly casting the iron into a sword and effortlessly sliced through the iron block forged by Elder Zeng, leaving a small chip the size of a grain of rice.
Elder Zeng puffed up his beard and glared: “Did you just slice my iron?!”
The two old men got into another spat, then simultaneously turned to Li Mo:
“What do you think is better?”
“Wait a minute…”
Thoughtful Li Mo suddenly had a brainwave.
Little Li had many brilliant ideas.
While observing the two forging methods, he came up with a thought.
“What if we combine both of your techniques, as they have their strengths?”
“Huh? How do we combine them?”
The two elders spoke in unison, glancing at each other in bewilderment, then turned their heads haughtily in different directions.
“Just like cooking.”
“?”
“Controlling the heat is crucial in both cooking and forging, so as long as we treat the ore as a dish and stir-fry it a bit, wouldn’t that be perfect for both?”
That’s right!
This was the method that Chef Li dreamed of!
“????”
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P.S.: Audience members, there really is a method for stir-frying steel; I’m not making this up! -3-
