“Ke Mo, what the heck is he trying to do?”
“The blacksmith just forged his own hammer into the weapon! What kind of bizarre artistry is this?”
In the plaza, under the blazing sun, Ke Mo was bursting with energy, his body feeling like it was set ablaze along with the furnace.
It seemed he wasn’t just forging a weapon; he was forging himself!
The sword furnace plaza was eerily silent, filled only with the sound of forging, echoing like a grand bell.
Everyone present, whether they knew how to forge or not, was in deep contemplation. Because honestly, they were all just as baffled—no one had ever seen a craftsman pull off such a ridiculous stunt…
One could call him a genius, but he was definitely not following the conventional path.
“Hahaha, what a performance! This kid’s talent for blacksmithing is one thing, but his approach is truly wild!”
Old Du Wufeng was flailing his arms about like a maniac.
In his younger days, old Du was also considered a genius, and that’s documented in the annals of craftsmen’s history.
“Isn’t it against the rules to forge a famous weapon with a mysterious metal?”
A pale-faced eunuch in blue official attire spoke up. He was from the Internal Affairs Department, responsible for procuring ironware for the palace.
The old man he was looking at had a head of white hair and a dark beard. He was none other than the head honcho of this grand assembly, Nangong Min.
Nangong Min squinted his eyes. “According to the rules of the forging convention…”
“Smash!”
A walnut was smashed open by some divine craftsman’s forging hammer. Du Wufeng snatched up the walnut shell mixed with bits of the nut and began munching away like a rabid squirrel, making terrible crunching noises as he devoured it!
“……”
Nangong Min fell silent for a moment, seemingly deciding it was best not to engage with these metal-hitting ruffians head-on:
“While the rules don’t explicitly prohibit forging the hammer into the weapon…”
“Saints say that gentlemen don’t rely solely on tools, which means we shouldn’t be sticklers for rules.”
Suddenly, a middle-aged man wearing a bamboo crown with kind eyes piped up.
“What Lord Luo Lin said makes sense.”
“But if he doesn’t have a forging hammer, how is he supposed to finish the sword?”
“….. Wait a minute.”
Du Wufeng suddenly noticed that the very hammer he just used to smash the walnut was now lightly trembling.
For the next half an incense stick’s time, Ke Mo kept melding the stardust material with the sword embryo.
Gradually, forty parts completely melted.
But in his palm, another ‘exactly the same’ forging hammer appeared!
“Does he really have a second identical forging hammer?”
Questions barely had time to form.
“Little hammer slips through, big hammer… done!”
Ke Mo mumbled to himself, his qi and bl**d erupting like wisps of smoke soaring into the sky.
His vitality seemed to strengthen at a speed that was faintly imperceptible but incredibly swift as the forging progressed.
This was the first time he was genuinely using the Hammer Treasure, this divine hammer to forge weapons.
He didn’t even have the energy to think about the weapon’s spirit.
At that moment, Taiyin connected him with Ying Bing’s Consciousness Soul.
This weapon, was being forged with someone alongside him!
Clang——
Clang——
At that moment, all the fallen star flames ignited in the sword furnace began to converge towards the Hammer Treasure, like a whale gulping water.
Ten forges in one breath… twenty forges in one breath…
It seemed the number of strikes decreased, but one strike was equivalent to hundreds before!
This was the real deal of forging through a thousand trials!
In the distance.
“This kid can actually activate divine weapons; he’s already in the Observation Realm!”
In Xiao Qian’s ear, his master, Qianxing Wuzun, had his Consciousness Soul rippling slightly.
As a former peak expert of the seventh realm, his rarely displayed such peculiar emotions.
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Setting
Traditional Simplified
There were two times because of Ying Bing, and more often thanks to Li Mo.
For his master’s rare display of oddity, Xiao Qian was becoming quite familiar…
“Elder Han He would probably tear up watching this scene…”
“Yeah, Han Zhen might finally rest easy after seeing this…”
“Brother Huang, why are you hiding behind me?”
Xiao Qian turned around, seeing Huang Donglai sneakily cowering behind him, and his mouth twitched.
If he hadn’t been trained in the martial world to instinctively watch his back, he wouldn’t have even noticed when Huang Donglai snuck over!
Huang Donglai scratched his head, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself, really couldn’t help it…”
Meanwhile, on the judging panel, Nangong Min, the eunuch, and a scholar from the academy named Luo all recognized the hammer’s extraordinary nature—it was clearly different from the previous one.
“Indeed, it’s the Panjie Meteor Hammer, it’s really in his hands…”
Only after Du Wufeng sighed did a spark of realization hit them.
The Panjie Meteor Hammer—number forty-seven on the Divine Weapon List.
The reason it took a reminder to recall was that the hammer weapons stood out among divine weapons but were still relatively unnoticed.
It was prominent because there were fewer hammers, yet unremarkable because not many people paid attention or discussed them.
“No wonder Li Mo could smash the Grand Merchant’s master with a single blow.”
“I recall that the Panjie Meteor Hammer climbed the ranks by forging multiple divine weapons, but its martial records are unheard of.”
“Looking at the weapon’s aura, its rank should be higher.”
“But… Li Mo is just at the third realm of Observation…”
As they talked, it felt absurd; renowned divine weapons were not even guaranteed to find a wielder among peak experts of the seventh realm.
Divine weapons have spirits, each with their own temperament, not necessarily inclined to follow strong masters.
For instance, the Pure Qi Universe Pen requires a gentleman of righteous spirit and vast vision to wield it.
Li Mo becoming a weapon master was understandable, but for him to genuinely be able to use…
“I can slightly channel the ancestral sword too.”
Xie Xuan felt his situation might be similar to Li Mo’s.
“…..”
Du Wufeng had put aside his playful mood; a serious look took over his old face, and he hadn’t spoken for a long time.
The others didn’t know, but the Panjie Meteor Hammer was not just any divine weapon.
It was also a forging hammer that once belonged to Tian Gong.
“Whew… whew…”
Amid the intense heat, Li Mo felt as though even the air he exhaled was on fire.
The sword embryo was already transitioning from its fiery red color to a pure cerulean shade, lit with a brilliant blue light.
The sword he was forging was meant to represent the divine weapon of the Moon’s Shadow.
Perhaps he had set his expectations way too high…
“Li Mo, the supreme yang gives birth to the yin.”
A clear voice, like a stream, suddenly echoed in his ear.
Li Mo was startled and turned to see a figure stepping through the fiery light and pacing toward the anvil.
A cool hand covered his hand.
“I know what it should look like.”
“For the last strike, we shall swing together.”
Ying Bing leaned against him, her beautiful face tinted by the flames, her fiery colors shimmering with the form of the Vermilion Bird from the Jade Phoenix Divine.
The Hammer Treasure seemed to be howling. Initially, it was a bit unhappy about needing to forge a weapon.
The Panjie Meteor Hammer rose and fell again.
Finally.
Upon the long sword, patterns emerged as clear as snowflakes.
In an instant, the hammer treasure was retracted; Li Mo felt a bit drained but couldn’t take his eyes off the sword being cleansed by the power of Taiyin.
“Even a famous divine weapon forged by Master Du would probably pale in comparison…”
At least that’s what Li Mo thought.
