Han He’s words faded away.
Shang Wu almost didn’t think twice before she said with an unpleasant look:
“Let him keep you here? Are you trying to snatch my disciple, old man?”
“Who wants your disciple! I’m keeping him for our ancestral divine weapon!”
Elder Han He was surprisingly firm.
Even if this matter were brought up to Zongzhi, he would still be in the right.
And there was more…
Shang Wu’s worries weren’t entirely unfounded.
If the Pangu Tribulation Meteor Hammer recognizes him, then as a disciple of the Divine Edge Peak, he would undoubtedly become the next peak elder.
“Could Elder Han He be thinking of keeping me here to forge weapons?”
Li Mo vaguely sensed some clues.
Absolutely not.
If he stayed here every day, how could he… well, how could he hold onto Bing Tuozi’s jade leg?
“Let Senior Apprentice Brother Li stay here, and all your future expenses will be covered by us at the Divine Edge Peak.”
In the next moment.
The somber voice of Elder Han He came through, filled with tempting allure.
Clearly, he had prepared himself for a big sacrifice.
“Senior Elder, what you’re saying is absurd. My master is resolute, how could he abandon his disciples for mere trifles.”
“Right, Master… Master?”
Li Mo spoke with righteous indignation.
But he saw his master lose her fierce demeanor, her beautiful eyes slightly blank, as if she were calculating an unlimited supply of fine wine and delicacies for her future luxurious life.
He seriously doubted that she could already hear the sound of coins clinking.
Little Li: “…..”
It seemed he still underestimated his master’s poverty and her greed for money…
Li Mo lowered his voice and said, “Master, when has Autumn Water Pavilion ever lacked you fine food and wine? If I stay at the Divine Edge Peak, no one will cook for you anymore!”
The sales of weapons from the Divine Edge Peak were very lucrative, indeed.
But they might not even compare to his own ‘creating something out of nothing.’
Moreover, he was never afraid of being impoverished by anyone; instead, he would become increasingly wealthy due to the returns on investment.
“Hmm, I am not such a person.”
The beautiful master’s gaze instantly cleared, nodding earnestly.
“Don’t worry too much, Senior Elder. The disciple is not destitute.”
Li Mo bowed to Elder Han He.
“How much do you have…”
Clang
Two large chunks of shimmering metal crashed onto the ground.
Instantly, the temperature in the room dropped slightly, as if these pieces of metal were sucking away the heat.
Elder Han He’s smiling expression froze, turning into a deep frown as he pondered.
Iron essence.
One ounce of essence in ten thousand pounds of iron.
Ordinary weapons, with just a hint of it, could cut hair or slice through metal like butter.
These two large chunks of iron essence would be extremely difficult for even all the disciples of the Divine Edge Peak, with the help of the cold flame spring water, to produce.
Clang
Another dull thud.
A fist-sized piece of red metal fell to the ground.
“Sigh…”
Elder Han He completely lost his composure.
Molten Rock Copper Ore.
Only near a volcano, where the ore veins are properly located, and the minerals are refined by the earth’s fire for over ten thousand years, could such materials possibly form, and only after a volcanic eruption could they be obtained.
There is such material in the Sky Sword.
You call this… modest wealth?
Old Han began to contemplate the origin of the inheritance Li Mo received.
Shang Wu also began to consider this question.
The powerful figure who left this inheritance must have been a merchant king, right?
Or perhaps a notorious bandit who plundered countless treasures?
“The disciple is not a blacksmith, but these two rare treasures are like pearls in the dark.”
“Senior Elder, you are a renowned great craftsman in the Ziyang Mansion. Only you can make full use of them.”
Little Li knew how to flatter the old man.
Elder Han He fell silent.
After a long while, he sighed:
“Shang Wu, your disciple is better at handling people than you. I’m not worried about him causing endless trouble with the divine weapon.”
Shang Wu: “?”
Elder Han He didn’t look at her but turned his head and said solemnly:
“Li Mo, if you can accomplish three things, I’ll let you have her beauty.”
“Please tell me, Elder.”
Li Mo readily agreed.
“First, if one day the Divine Edge Peak needs to forge a Xuanlan using the Pangu Tribulation Meteor Hammer, you, as the weapon’s owner, must help.”
“Second, before you have enough strength, don’t publicize matters regarding the divine weapon. Apart from me and your master, no one else should know.”
“Third, don’t let the ancestor’s divine weapon be stained with unjust bl**d.”
Elder Han He emphasized the last point.
“It should be so.”
Little Li didn’t hesitate.
This condition was already more lenient than he expected.
Even if Elder Han He hadn’t mentioned it, he would have done it anyway.
“Alright, you may go.”
Elder Han He waved his hand wearily.
“Today, old man is being quite agreeable.” Shang Wu raised an eyebrow, not quite used to it.
Li Mo bowed to Elder Han He and pulled his master out of the door.
Let’s not get greedy after getting a good deal.
Watching the master and apprentice leave.
“The divine weapon finally has a master, and it has fallen to the Qunyu Peak.”
“Not letting Shang Wu have it, but giving it to her disciple…”
“Such mysterious things…”
Elder Han He muttered to himself.
…
On the way down the mountain.
“Treasure disciple, you’re quite clever.”
Shang Wu narrowed her eyes, one hand on her waist, the other arm draped over her disciple’s shoulder, laughing without restraint.
“Not bad, not bad. Being able to fool Old Man Han He is already at least seventy to eighty percent of my level.”
“It’s not really fooling him…”
Little Li coughed lightly, being hugged by his nearly equally tall master.
“Humph, you actually fooled your master?”
“Where’s the hammer? Let me see it.”
Shang Wu wore a ‘I understand everything’ expression.
Li Mo smiled bitterly, “I really can’t bring it out.”
Joking aside.
Getting it inside was already a huge effort.
He wasn’t fully recovered yet, and adding another world seed?
Do you believe I can show you an instant disassembly?
“Hmph, ungrateful.”
Shang Wu sniffed and frowned.
Li Mo: “…Master, did you just really want to sell me?”
“Hehe… hehe, how could that be.”
Shang Wu shifted her gaze elsewhere.
“That was just a test by your master, to see if the Qunyu Peak was sincere.”
“You’re feeling guilty, Master.”
“Daring disciple, dare to question your master, do you want to rebel against the heavens?”
Master’s steps clearly quickened, her crimson palace gown fluttering.
Li Mo sighed, “Master, how about having aged bamboo green tea with roasted whole lamb tonight?”
Little Li used his control skill.
“How many years old?”
“Thirty years.”
The control skill worked wonders.
…
After a moment.
Master and apprentice returned under the starlight, laden with their spoils.
As soon as he opened the door, Li Mo saw the girl sitting at the dining table, sipping tea leisurely, a sword reflecting moonlight on her lap.
“I thought you went back to practice.”
“I haven’t eaten dinner yet.”
Bing Tuozi said.
Little Li fell silent for a moment, looking up at the sky.
The dim moon suggested that night was almost over.
“But, it’s almost breakfast time.”
“Is it?”
Ying Bing also looked up at the moon, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
What kind of time concept is this?
Who judges time by meal times!
Li Mo couldn’t help but complain and started cooking.
Ying Bing lowered her gaze for a moment, looking at Shang Wu, and softly asked,
“What happened in the Divine Edge Cave today?”
This was another thing that exceeded her expectations.
