As the afternoon sun blazed down like an overzealous heater, the Long Sword of Radiance was gleaming, purified by the power of Taiyin. Its intricate patterns of snow and ice sparkled, reflecting dazzling, enchanting light.
Li Mo felt a bit drained, leaning against the Ice Chunk, he let out a sigh of relief.
This weapon, the epitome of divine craftsmanship, shone like frost and glimmered like ice, calling out to the Taiyin from afar.
Not just any weapon, but the very best among masterpieces. It was based on the Star Hammer, which had a solid foundation, allowing for future enhancements.
“That’s so beautiful!”
Princess Yuyang’s gaze was glued to the freshly forged sword, her eyes sparkling with fascination.
She had a lot of treasures, many of which were considered lesser artifacts, mostly just precious weapons.
Enigmatic weapons are as rare as finding a needle in a haystack, while precious artifacts hold no price.
But at that moment, she found that this masterpiece sword was more stunning than all her collected treasures put together.
“Crown Prince brother.”
“Hmm?”
“I want that sword. If I have that sword, I can get a little closer to you on the Qianlong List!”
Princess Yuyang’s voice was soft, but that was because she was talking to Jiang Yu.
She was determined to get what she wanted.
“He won’t give it to you.”
Jiang Yu shook his head gently, his eyes filled with longing and a hint of regret.
Li Mo was indeed a talent—a young man with astounding martial arts and spectacular forging talent.
He even wielded a divine crafting hammer.
Wasn’t that an indication that Li Mo might forge… weapons of destiny?
Sadly, this guy was rebellious, appearing to care for no one, and wasn’t easy to handle… especially since he had just achieved great success in the South Border, with the King of South Border almost breaking through to the seventh realm. The court had praised him several times as a young hero.
Wait a minute.
Jiang Yu looked at the charming and noble Princess Yuyang:
“What do you think of this God Hammer Little Overlord?”
“What do you mean?”
“A man.”
That’s right! Jiang Yu wanted to use Yuyang to probe Li Mo.
The moment those words left his mouth, Princess Yuyang opened her mouth in shock. With her spoiled nature, she normally looked down on all men, except for her father and the Crown Prince brother.
But then she thought of the young man with his bare torso proudly raising the divine weapon and realized how dazzling he had been. The sword she coveted was born from his hands.
And he was rumored to be a lucky charm for brides! Everyone was buzzing about it at tea parties, where noble ladies joked about having Li Mo marry into their families.
The appeal of a lucky charm was sizzling hot with the noble ladies of the Imperial Capital!
Besides, he was currently leaning against the Cold Fairy, the one who’d previously overshadowed her.
Princess Yuyang’s feelings were shifting quietly, her heart suddenly racing a bit fast.
She now wanted both the sword and the man.
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“Ice Chunk, it doesn’t have a name yet.”
“Hmm?”
Ying Bing gazed at the sword’s blade, momentarily lost in thought, her usually icy demeanor showing a soft hint of dazed affection that only Li Mo could catch.
Then the girl snapped back to reality, staring at Li Mo for a long while before she quietly said:
“I need to think about it seriously.”
“Brother Li, it should be called Green Leaf!” Little Jiang joyfully raised her sword.
“That’s a good name.” Li Mo bestowed upon her the head-patting skill.
“What are you all standing around for? Don’t you have stunning weapons waiting to be tested? To the forge!”
At that moment, Du Wufeng took the conch from the host’s hands, his booming voice waking up the other craftsmen from their daze.
And so, the clanging sound of weapon forging echoed once again in the square.
It must be said, among the craftsmen, there were many skilled artisans. A number of them produced masterpieces, but sadly their approach was too tame and they lacked a Cold Fairy by their side.
Even with the ethereal power sway affecting the demonstration, they were still the elite among craftsmen in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Among them, six had forged perfect weapons.
Half an hour later, the forging session ended.
Originally, the forging conference was nearing its end, but since these weapons would also be supplied for the Qianlong Conference, they added a ‘weapon trial’ segment.
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Something tells me testing one-by-one isn’t an option.
Only those that receive an ‘A-grade’ evaluation from the judges can stand out.
Down below, the Ice Chunk and Little Jiang’s swords both received A-grades, so Ke Mo headed down to rest first.
“Master Ke!”
“Back then when I heard there was a prodigy called God Hammer Little Overlord, I chuckled a few times, but now thinking about it, I’m truly embarrassed.”
“But what about your own weapon?”
All the craftsmen waiting below stood up in respect, truly treating him as an artisan.
Young Hero Ke was tall and tough!
Handsome, skilled—who could resist that?
Even the Cold Fairy couldn’t stand it.
“Right, Brother Ke, what will you do?”
Suddenly, two bald figures emerged from the crowd, one big and one small.
“?”
Young Ke almost didn’t recognize them for a moment, given how tired he was.
The old monk was Heng Yuan, who had mastered the quiet meditation, and the young monk was Murong Xiao. From their aura, they seemed much stronger than the last time they met—a true prodigy in martial art cultivation.
“I was wondering if I could get in on the weapon trials later. Just not sure if I’ll get my hands on the hammer… so you came to pick a weapon?”
“Not really. I knew you were here, and that’s why I came.”
Murong Xiao grinned, revealing a dazzling set of pearly whites.
It was a confident smile that packed a punch.
While this was happening, they chatted casually, and the old monk Heng Yuan was quietly observing; after all, he hadn’t finished mastering his own meditation. With Young Ke and Murong Xiao’s speed of conversation, he felt like he had to keep up with some complicated hand signs, which was not his style.
“Brother Murong, you’re not planning to participate in the Qianlong Conference?”
Young Ke curiously asked.
“Of course I am.”
“Then don’t you need a weapon?”
Murong Xiao appeared dignified, “Oh, my martial arts are based on the Immovable King’s Golden Body technique. It’s a profound Buddhist practice that focuses on compassion; I don’t strike back, nor retaliate—it’s all about being good…”
“Speak plain, Master Love-Sacrifices.”
“You’re really… cough.”
“Huh?”
“You’re especially handsome—truly a stunning specimen, Brother Ke.”
Murong Xiao coughed lightly, begrudgingly stating:
“I’m going to the Qianlong Conference, but I can’t hit others or dodge; I have to take everything head-on.”
Young Ke stared, shocked, “What kind of nonsense is that?”
“It’s a divine skill…”
“Oh, then no problem.”
After a moment of thought, Young Ke frowned, “But even if you’ve mastered the divine skill, your physique still can’t be stronger than mine, you’re still going to get hurt.”
“I really don’t know what to do,” Murong Xiao replied, equally puzzled.
“Why not ask your master? Don’t want to?”
“…..”
“Alright, no more joking, I actually have an idea.”
Murong Xiao’s eyes lit up. Everyone knew Brother Ke was a gentleman and a clever strategist; he might just have a way!
“What do we do?”
“Why not try observing the Sea Cucumber Clan’s divine intent? They can regenerate, but the downside is when they do, they can’t move and can’t do anything else.”
“??”
“So, not only are you terrifyingly defensively strong, but your regeneration is quick—others’ hits won’t even hurt you as fast as you can heal, right? How will they deal with that?”
“?????”
Murong Xiao was stunned, his eyes sparkling with wisdom.
The old monk Heng Yuan dropped his beads, his face turning red like a boiled crab.
The old monk’s face paled, seemingly bursting with unspoken words.
Just when Young Ke was about to dive deeper into conversation with Murong Xiao,
The surroundings suddenly fell silent, as a stunningly elegant figure, swaying in a flowing skirt, approached.
“Does Young Hero Ke still remember me?” Princess Yuyang smiled charmingly.
