“Why do you want to forge swords for them?”
Faced with the wrinkled face of Du Wufeng, which seemed to bloom like a chrysanthemum, Little Li was utterly confused.
Just a moment ago, the grand craftsman had reluctantly agreed to Jiang Yu’s request. Now, seeing Ice Chunk and Little Jiang, he seemed to suddenly flip like a Sichuan opera actor!
I must say, the old man was quite the quick-change artist; it nearly left him speechless.
After a moment of silence, Du Wufeng lowered his eyelids, seemingly battling a complicated mix of emotions he didn’t know how to express.
“A craftsman can only set the starting point of a cold weapon. The wielder determines how high it can go!”
“The sword left by the Tianshan Patriarch is merely a wooden sword, yet it embodies an entire sword path, even divine weapons struggle to compare. That’s how it is.”
“No matter how powerful a divine weapon is, if it falls into the hands of a petty person, it will gradually lose its spirit.”
“The world thinks the Divine Sword of the Celestials came from my hands, but that’s not true. When I forged it, it was just a fancy piece, and the true magic came from Su Jun.”
“I reshaped it again and again, according to her sword path, until the divine sword was born.”
Little Li began to understand Du Wufeng’s thoughts.
The old man could use the sword paths of Ice Chunk and Little Jiang to reforge weapons while helping others.
In this process, Du Wufeng’s craft would also have a chance to grow further.
Of course, that would depend on how far Ying Bing and Jiang Chulong were willing to go.
“I also want Du Wufeng to forge me a weapon!”
Zhong Zhenyue crossed his arms, sighing with envy. This meant he’d eventually have a weapon tailored to his martial path, a life-and-d*ath kind of blade!
Nothing beats having a divine craftsman create a weapon just for you.
But it seemed like Miss Ying and Little Jiang weren’t too interested…
“I want one too; Master said I’m just going to play with a wooden sword for my whole life.”
Xie Xuan pouted.
“And what do the two ladies think?” Du Wufeng asked again, hopefully.
He had been stuck in his forging path for a while.
If he could forge two divine weapons by hand, it might just bring him closer to that legendary pinnacle of craftsmanship known to forge divine instruments of fate!
It was a mutually beneficial arrangement.
Little Li remained silent, letting Ice Chunk and Little Jiang decide for themselves.
After all, his forging skills still needed significant work to reach the level of famous weapons; he might not be worthy of their sword talent.
Ying Bing nodded, signaling her understanding: “Then I definitely want him to forge it with his own hands!”
“I want Brother Li’s too,” Jiang Chulong said, not quite grasping what was happening but wanting in anyway.
Du Wufeng: “…..”
The old man nearly choked on his own breath.
After all that heartfelt persuasion, was this actually backfiring?
The atmosphere became a bit awkward, like the passing craftsmen felt they hadn’t fully woken up yet.
Getting a divine craftsman to forge a weapon wasn’t easy; they were all getting on in years and aiming for the grand finale, which might mean shaking things up on the divine weapon leaderboard!
Asking for their help seemed to lead nowhere.
“It’s not that we look down on him; back when I was hammering iron, Young Hero Li’s grandpa was still in diapers!”
“Do you want him to improve his forging skills? Simple! I’ll just teach him!”
Old Du really pulled out all the stops.
“Little Huo, Senior Brother!”
“Uh?”
Huo Bingzi’s mouth twitched; don’t let that middle-aged appearance fool you; he was just thriving with youthful energy from training.
In reality, he was of the grandfather generation already.
“Senior… Senior Brother.”
“??”
Xie Xuan scratched his head, “I… how do I refer to Li’s brother?”
Zhong Zhenyue’s eyes sparkled with wisdom: “You should refer to him as your senior uncle.”
“Get lost, what’s that got to do with you?”
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“Receiving guidance from the divine craftsman is a privilege, but…”
Little Li hesitated. After all, he wasn’t following the conventional forging path.
“But what? Real men don’t stutter!”
“My forging technique isn’t quite traditional.”
“Hey, interesting! There’s nothing about forging that this old man doesn’t know.”
Du Wufeng grinned, his grin a mix of enthusiasm and amusement.
Young people and their faint sense of originality, as if they’re so unique!
So, Du Wufeng waved his hand and led everyone outside the main hall.
He took a deep puff from his pipe, unleashing a hot breath and reigniting the extinguished forge.
“This fire seems extraordinary.”
Little Li’s eyes flickered.
“Many craftsmen have their own flames. This is the Fallen Star Flame I collected with great difficulty. Open your eyes, kid.”
“Fallen Star Flame?”
Little Li’s DNA nearly went into riot mode; that name sounded so familiar…
If that’s the case, could he use his karmic fire to forge weapons?
But, it seemed far from viable; to achieve the necessary intensity for forging, he needed to at least connect with the world’s energies, reflecting the visions in his heart to ensure the karma’s flames were strong enough.
“Come on, let me see how extraordinary you really are.”
At that moment, Du Wufeng’s voice rang out again.
Little Li nodded, shedding his pure Yang robe and handing it to Ice Chunk.
His robust and tall physique lit up under the furnace’s heat, looking like a smoldering masterpiece.
“Whoa? This kid…”
Du Wufeng, Huo Bingzi, and the other craftsmen couldn’t help but brighten their eyes.
They could see that Little Li’s physique far surpassed that of his age, and even the method he used for training was weapon-related.
“His approach seems to be honing himself like a weapon. To dare walk this path makes him quite the tough guy.”
Huo Bingzi couldn’t help but be impressed.
Xie Xuan began mentally scoring Little Li’s physique.
In a normal competition, this would probably be one of the early showcases of physical prowess.
But no one knew if this competition would even go normally; there would always be craftsmen who took a wrong turn, attempting to use banned substances.
“Master, what do you think of him…”
Xie Xuan was about to ask Du Wufeng, when he suddenly noticed the old craftsman staring at Little Li lost in thought.
To be precise, he was looking at the hammer in Little Li’s hand.
“Master, what’s going on?”
“It’s… no, it’s like it’s not… that should be a divine weapon.”
Du Wufeng suddenly lost focus, muttering to himself:
“But this hammer clearly resembles the meteor hammer of Tian Gong; it’s even better than any replica made with utmost precision…”
At this moment.
The furnace flames blazed brighter, and a huge cauldron fell to the ground with a thud.
Du Wufeng was once again stunned.
This forging cauldron was no worse than his own! Who in the world is this kid?!
And it didn’t stop there.
There was that anvil, emanating an aura identical to his Fallen Star Flame!
This wasn’t the time for questions, but Du Wufeng was undeniably baffled.
What kind of weapon could this kid forge with tools that even divine craftsmen couldn’t gather together?
Right then, Little Li’s face turned serious:
“Get the pot boiling!”
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