At the sword furnace, flames rose.
Divine Artisan Du, Divine Artisan Tian, along with all the artisans at the furnace, had their faces dyed red by the firelight, filled with solemnity and seriousness.
“The temperature should be just right,” Divine Artisan Tian nodded slightly.
“I didn’t expect this kid to know this technique,” Divine Artisan Du swallowed hard in secret.
From the master craftsmen to the apprentices at the sword furnace, they were almost at the pinnacle of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths casting techniques. Each one stood upright, some showing astonishment, others hope, and others with serious expressions.
Their gazes converged on a young man, bare-chested, standing before a large tripod, dancing with the flames.
The young man seemed to be doing something that deeply moved everyone.
Suddenly, he began flipping a pot, with fierce flames swirling within, rising and falling.
Gasps echoed through the crowd, but the young man was extremely confident, facing so many respected craftsmen without any fear, instead displaying a calm assurance that everything was under control!
Nangong Min, passing by, was also attracted by the commotion here.
“What are they doing? Could they be preparing for the realm of the City of Divine Beings?”
After asking, he turned to look at Xie Yiding, noticing that the headmaster had somehow taken out a bowl from his sleeve.
“Uh, what are you doing with the bowl, Sect Master?”
“Eating.”
Xie Yiding gave him an odd look.
Nangong Min: “?”
More and more question marks appeared above Nangong Min’s head.
Xie Yiding coughed lightly, “A few days ago, Divine Artisan Tian asked Li Mo how he could practice such precise control over the fire. So Li Mo used the furnace’s fire to fry a dish on the spot, demonstrating it in front of them.”
“It tastes good.”
“Casting weapons and… cooking?”
Nangong Min leaned back slightly.
What kind of nonsense is this?
“There’s actually some truth to it. After eating Li Mo’s food yesterday, I feel he will soon be able to cast a mystic weapon. He might attempt it today.”
Nangong Min recognized each word Xie Yiding said, but why did they become incomprehensible when put together??
Could it be that he truly knows nothing about casting techniques?
In fact, Li Mo didn’t really want the artisans at the furnace to learn culinary skills.
It was just that these past few days, he learned a lot from everyone, and thus used this method to repay their kindness, finding an excuse to take care of all the artisans’ meals.
He also took the opportunity to collect some investment feedback.
[Investment Feedback: Spinning Top Casting Diagram]
[Investment Feedback: Mystic Elite Iron]
[Investment Feedback: White Peak Bamboo Charcoal Powder]
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“Oh, if only I hadn’t taught you everything at once, I would have kept you here longer.”
Du Wufeng patted his belly, looking somewhat regretful.
“If Elder Du wants to eat, you can always find me,” Li Mo responded.
“This old fellow was just joking; I didn’t expect you to try casting a mystic weapon so soon.” Divine Artisan Tian sat at the table, slurping noodles.
“Come on, if you cast a mystic weapon today, no one else can teach you the way forward. You’ll have to walk your own path!”
Du Wufeng slammed his palm onto the sword furnace.
Immediately, raging Falling Star Flame ignited in the furnace.
Li Mo approached the familiar forging platform, holding the Star Hammer Plus in his hand, his mind flashing through every strike he had made these days.
He wasn’t just planning to forge a divine weapon.
He also planned to elevate the Eight-Ninth Mystic Art to the next level.
He started repeating the actions he had performed countless times over the past few days.
Smelting iron material, repeatedly forging, quenching.
“Is he going to try forging a sword again?”
Divine Artisan Tian observed the gradually forming weapon embryo.
“Tsk tsk tsk, this kid’s ambition is even greater than I thought.”
Du Wufeng suddenly smiled and said,
“He indeed plans to forge a sword, and it’s a replica of the Divine Sword of the Celestials!”
“A replica of the Divine Sword?”
“If cast successfully, it would at least be a high-grade mystic weapon. How can we replicate the sword’s aura?”
“To attempt casting a mystic weapon for the first time, choosing such a difficult task… I wonder if he can succeed…”
Craftsmen who deal with fire and metal daily are generally straightforward and honest.
Little Li, who won the first place in the Hidden Dragon competition and provides them with hearty meals every day, undoubtedly impresses them greatly, hoping he can achieve success.
However, they also knew that Li Mo’s choice to start with the Divine Sword of the Celestials was justified.
This sword couldn’t stay in his hands for long. In a few days, when the City of Divine Beings is established, it will need to be returned. Missing this opportunity might mean losing it forever.
Clang—
The Eight-Ninth Mystic Art circulated, the divine treasure smelted, maintaining the rhythm of one breath per forging cycle.
“Not enough…”
Li Mo felt the spirit of the weapon.
For now, this replica of the Divine Sword of the Celestials cannot withstand those auras and lacks the potential for further refinement.
But, he has reached the limits in all aspects.
“Old Master Du, may I borrow your Falling Star Flame?”
Li Mo silently changed hammers, and his palm transformed into Hammer Treasure.
Intense martial aura and the essence of divine craftsmanship spread.
“You…”
Du Wufeng fell silent for a while.
There exists a subtle connection between the Falling Star Flame and the Stone-Breaking Falling Star Hammer. Together, they can produce a synergy greater than the sum of their parts.
However, this is not something that can be mastered at the Third Realm; it is a technique of the Heavenly Craftsman.
If it were him, he wouldn’t take such risks.
But looking at the energetic Li Mo, full of vitality like a dragon, and his fiery gaze, Du Wufeng nodded heavily.
“Alright, be careful. I suffered greatly when I tamed this flame years ago!”
With a flick of his fingers, a pure spark entered Li Mo’s body.
His body quickly turned red, like a cooked shrimp.
Pain…
Li Mo’s limbs trembled, and intense pain surged through his meridians, growing stronger.
Even a strong Inner Scenery expert, even with vigorous training, would not dare let the Falling Star Flame enter their dantian so violently.
Thanks to his water and fire resistance, Li Mo wouldn’t be burned to ashes.
But this flame isn’t just hot; it also harbors a violent energy. If not released in time, it could overwhelm him.
“Does this count as experiencing the fire tribulation?”
Feeling the significant progress of the Eight-Ninth Mystic Art.
Li Mo raised the Hammer Treasure, which had truly ignited under the starfire, and forcefully struck the iron embryo.
The silent longsword seemed to come alive.
Sharp, continuous sword sounds never ceased.
Unknowingly, after some time.
Suddenly, a particularly clear and loud sword cry pierced the sky.
“He’s going to succeed!”
Du Wufeng and Divine Artisan Tian both had bright eyes.
