Ying Bing knew that there was a divine weapon hidden within the Divine Edge Cave.
In fact, she knew this because of Shang Wu.
During the upheaval at the Qingyuan Sect, Shang Wu paid a hefty price to wield the Pānjié Yǔnxīng Hammer.
Later on, as Ying Bing traversed Zhong Shen Zhou, she encountered several weapons that were comparable to the Pānjié Yǔnxīng Hammer.
However, none of them had ever given her that feeling of boundless power.
That’s right.
Even from her broad perspective, divine weapons were no ordinary trinkets.
They were two tiers above mysterious artifacts.
They represented the pinnacle of forging, the absolute zenith of what mankind’s craftsmanship could achieve.
And what was beyond that?
Oh, that would be the heavenly creations that defied the laws of nature, the Dao Weapons born from cosmic laws.
For instance, the ‘Jiāngshān Xiàojì Yìn’ wielded by the emperors of the Da Yu Dynasty.
Speaking of which, she remembered that in her previous life, the Pānjié Yǔnxīng Hammer didn’t even have an owner.
Shang Wu forced it into action once, and after a brief flash, both it and she disappeared without a trace.
When she had just taken control of the Gui Palace, she had inquired about it, but all she got were vague rumors that were too hard to verify.
“Elder Shang Wu… hmm?”
On the opposite side, there was a prolonged silence.
When Ying Bing finally lifted her head to look, she discovered that Shang Wu had somehow fallen asleep in a rocking chair, snoring contentedly.
Not long after…
“Roasting lamb!”
Li Mo came out with a freshly processed sheep carcass.
He placed it on a rack and began to start a fire.
The soft glow of the flames danced on the young man’s face, reflecting warmly in Ying Bing’s cool eyes.
Could it be… that he had something to do with her?
It seemed that even the Nine Colors Original Phoenix’s rays of light were rather taken with him…
“Give me a hand.”
At that moment, a brush was handed to her by the boy.
Ying Bing tilted her head in confusion.
Li Mo then brought over a clay jar filled with a fragrant concoction.
Ying Bing realized…
This was for her to brush the sauce onto the lamb!
“This is my specially concocted Soul Sauce.”
“Even Happy Sheep can’t stop raving about it—so I’m sharing it with you.”
As he spoke, Li Mo slowly rotated the barbecue rack.
So, the Phoenix Sky Empress squinted her eyes, her expression somehow becoming a bit serious.
In the end, she dipped the brush into the so-called ‘Soul Sauce’ and commenced her very first cooking experience in life!
Later, the little boy just decided to hand over the task of rotating the rack completely to her.
Before long.
The lamb started sizzling and dripping with oil.
Looking not too far away, Ying Bing was seen carefully applying sauce to the meat, and surprisingly, she appeared rather earnest about it—causing Li Mo to chuckle inside.
When Ice Chunk cooked, there was suddenly a hint of human warmth; she wasn’t as chilly after all!
“Maybe in the future, we could achieve Ice Chunk’s full automatic feeding system?”
But soon, Li Mo’s thoughts took a turn.
“What’s that smell?”
As he was preparing side dishes, he detected a burnt odor.
Turning his head, he realized the lamb had been mercilessly torched.
One half was charred while the other half was still raw.
The girl continued to rotate the meat, seemingly unaware that anything was amiss.
Li Mo: “…”
He helplessly looked at Ying Bing, his expression half-laughing and half-crying.
Um, sis, it’s burnt to a crisp!
And you’re still grilling the charred side like it’s a delicacy?
Feeling his gaze, Ying Bing looked back at him calmly.
“What’s wrong?”
She asked, sounding entirely justified.
Oops.
Ice Chunk still had her flaws; for instance, she’d be eternally divorced from the kitchen in this lifetime.
“I’ll do it, I’ll do it.”
…
After finishing a meal that could either pass for breakfast or dinner, dawn broke.
Inside the room.
“Master, this meal was worth five hundred taels of gold? It far exceeded the value of that jar of Qing Zhu Shao.”
“The feedback from Ice Chunk is even more delicious…”
Li Mo lay on the bed, rarely taking stock of his wealth.
Eight pieces of Xuanjing.
Gold had rocketed past ten thousand taels.
Silver… he couldn’t be bothered to count, he had silver coins, bills—it was just too tiresome to tally!
He had an assortment of odd and precious items.
Various Six-Patterned Elixirs, minerals, bizarre plants, you name it!
“Dispel Yang, can detoxify a hundred poisons.”
“Wind and Rain Talismans? Can summon three days of heavy rain, but I’m not in need of it for now.”
“Ancient Pine Pattern Ring, looks exquisite and grand, could make a decent accessory—raise my classiness a notch…”
After spending half an hour, Ke Mo finally cleared out the mess.
Then he entered the Seed World.
Here, compared to when he left, it had undergone some changes.
The area seemed larger by a few yards.
In the clearing before the chessboard, the Pānjié Yǔnxīng Hammer lay quietly suspended there.
Not far from the hammer, the Yìxiāo Sword shrank in a corner, too scared to come closer.
Buzz—
Noticing Ke Mo’s arrival, the hammer quivered lightly a couple of times.
The sharp and fierce energy still lingered.
But it could no longer exert the same oppressive force over Ke Mo.
After all, he was the master here.
“Strong and limitless.”
Ke Mo thought silently.
He then walked over, gripped the hammer’s handle, and surprisingly lifted it as if it were as light as a feather.
He could hardly feel any weight.
If it weren’t for the overwhelming joy radiating from the Pānjié Yǔnxīng Hammer, one might think this divine weapon had been swapped out for a fake.
Whoosh—
Ke Mo swung it a couple of times.
Instantly, the fierce energy of killing filled the small realm, and it was as if the heavens had unleashed their fury.
One strike descended like a meteor, bursting with infinite might.
In that moment, he felt like a deity capable of tearing the heavens apart.
For now, in Ke Mo’s knowledge, Elder Han He was the strongest presence among them.
He had a hunch.
If he were to stir up the hammer winds, not even a faint trace of it could be borne by Elder Han He.
“Truly a divine weapon.”
“This must be its true power.”
Ke Mo let out a long breath.
The Pānjié Yǔnxīng Hammer was buzzing incessantly, growing more excited; it seemed it hadn’t been wielded to its fullest potential in ages.
“I want to… go out…”
Amidst it all.
Ke Mo vaguely heard a childish voice.
Was it from the Pānjié Yǔnxīng Hammer?
He looked down, confirming the voice’s source.
“Fight…”
He understood what this divine weapon was implying.
It wanted to smash something.
Like a person or a mystical beast.
As long as it wasn’t just used to forge other weapons.
Ke Mo: “…”
I want to, too.
Unfortunately, my strength won’t allow it.
Buzz—
The Pānjié Yǔnxīng Hammer sounded a bit aggrieved, its feeble consciousness couldn’t grasp too many complexities.
Why do some people become strong while others remain weak?
Why could some wield its power to great effect yet refuse to let it out for a spin?
“When the time is right, I will let you shine.”
Ke Mo comforted it softly.
After soothing the divine weapon, he began to think seriously.
“I’ve got the divine hammer now.”
“Should I start looking into hammer techniques?”
Having experienced the power of divine weapons, a sense of yearning stirred in Ke Mo’s heart.
As a sword master, wouldn’t it be reasonable to know a few hammer techniques?
But in the investment feedback he received, there really wasn’t any martial arts related to hammer techniques.
“Oh right.”
“The top scorer in the sect’s trials seems to gain access to the fifth floor of the library to pick out martial arts?”
“Let’s check it out!”
With this thought in mind, he tidied up the chaotic little world, then gestured to the Yìxiāo Sword not far away.
“Come here.”
Buzz—
The moment he spoke, the Pānjié Yǔnxīng Hammer trembled twice, like a father disciplining a mischievous child.
Only then did the Yìxiāo Sword gracefully descend into his hand.
Equipped with the sword, Ke Mo stepped out of the Seed World.
After saying a half-conscious goodbye to Shang Wu, he headed out towards the library!
