The night mist gradually dissipated, and the morning light flowed on the other side of the mountain, dyeing the east with a clear fish-belly white. Soon, the morning light would pierce through the clouds, casting down auspicious rays reaching the sky.
“Why hasn’t Ice Chunk woken up yet?”
“She rarely sleeps in, so let her be…”
Li Mo hadn’t slept at all that night.
It was well known that men tend to be more irritable in the mornings, and he had been quite agitated last night as well. By dawn, he hadn’t even managed to turn over in bed.
Having reached the Fourth Realm, not sleeping for one day wasn’t a big issue.
Since his energy was still high, he planned to eat breakfast and then head to Shenbing Peak to repair the Hammer Treasure.
“What should we have for breakfast?”
Shang Qin Qing yawned as she came out of her room, speaking lazily as if she wasn’t a guest.
“Clan Leader Shang, why are you still here?” Li Mo was surprised. Didn’t they all return to the South Border?
“I, Shang Qin Qing, pure-bl**d Qingluan, how could I leave?”
Shang Qin Qing raised a finger, looking very authoritative:
“You might not know what it means to be a pure-bl**d Qingluan. In ancient times, my ancestors wouldn’t even consider marrying royalty; only empresses were eligible. Every emperor of the Shang Dynasty married under the witness of the Qingluan. Although I no longer possess the strength of a demon sage, I can still arrange your marriage to Little Ice Girl.”
Shang Qin Qing said a lot, but she just wanted to stay and enjoy some sweet moments.
She didn’t expect that Little Li had eaten alone last night, missing the scene of the phoenix she most wanted to see.
“How about eating some tangyuan made by Mother?”
Li Mo thought this sticky and sweet food suited Shang Qin Qing well.
After a while, he cooked a pot of black sesame tangyuan. Shang Qin Qing took a bite and her eyes lit up.
“It’s delicious, sweet and soft, and surprisingly chewy. Why didn’t I notice how good tangyuan tastes before?”
“Not bad.”
Li Mo sucked on it, then smacked his lips and shook his head.
“Huh? Have you had better?”
Shang Qin Qing had never seen anyone eat tangyuan like that before, feeling Li Mo’s gaze was somewhat impolite, as if he looked down on her.
“Of course.”
“Alright, you’re keeping good things to yourself. I didn’t expect you to be such a Little Li. Give me a taste.”
“No, only I can eat it, at least for now.”
Little Li grinned, seriousness mixed with a hint of sternness.
“How can you be so possessive? That’s too much!”
Shang Qin Qing narrowed her eyes, watching Little Li devour the tangyuan. She felt something was off and glanced toward the third floor of Qiushui Pavilion, where Ice Chunk’s room was.
Could it be that Little Ice Girl made the tangyuan?
That didn’t make sense either. Little Ice Girl couldn’t cook, but she certainly wasn’t incapable of making any food. Back in the Qingluan Clan Land, everyone thought there was poison from a disaster beast, but it turned out Little Ice Girl had thrown away the food.
How could it be good?
No, I need to ask Little Ice Girl later.
As a perceptive bird, Shang Qin Qing sensed something unusual, wondering if she had missed something between Li Mo and Little Ice Girl.
This bold idea wasn’t bold enough.
Not long after Li Mo left for Shenbing Peak, footsteps echoed on the stairs. Ying Bing also hadn’t slept all night, but she dared not show herself until Li Mo left.
The Empress suddenly became timid.
After serving herself some tangyuan, Ying Bing sat down and ate small bites, lost in thought.
“Little Ice Girl?”
Shang Qin Qing greeted her.
“Huh? Clan Leader, when did you arrive?”
“…I’ve been here all along.”
Shang Qin Qing squinted, feeling she might have missed something. She cautiously asked:
“Little Mo said the tangyuan isn’t good.”
“It’s pretty good,” Ying Bing tasted it and said.
“He said he had better yesterday. Have you had them?”
Her voice grew softer, ending in a murmur. Her eyes gradually lost focus.
Finally suppressing the memories of Little Ke and the deep feelings in her heart, they surged back.
“Just tell me what it is quietly. I promise I won’t tell anyone,” Shang Qin Qing said breathlessly.
“I don’t know.”
“Hmph, Little Ice Girl, you’re being stingy like him!”
If it weren’t for Shang Wu returning, Shang Qin Qing would have rolled on the ground.
“How is the formation in Qingyuan?”
Ying Bing changed the subject.
“It’s different from before.”
Shang Wu yawned and said, “That’s probably the final life-and-d*ath array of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Even if there’s a problem, I can’t fix it.”
“I’ll go down and check later,” Ying Bing put down her bowl.
If the formation just dissipates, it’s fine, but if it goes out of control…
Just like in the previous life.
…
On the blazing hot Shenbing Peak, the earth’s fire was at its peak. Under the surging heat, even third-rank craftsmen couldn’t work continuously.
“Is selling ice pops at the entrance of the Forging Academy feasible?”
Ke Mo patted his head, suppressing his craving for ice, and walked down the fire vein, retrieving the anvil and the dull Hammer Treasure, along with the poker.
Ruyi Golden Hoop Bar, worn by the Great Sage, lies between divine craftsmanship and weapons.
True dao tools are either derivatives or carriers of the Dao.
They lack spirit, possibly because their ‘Dao’ does not exist within the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
This is good; if it were truly a dao tool, the fusion of spiritual embryo wouldn’t allow them to merge.
“Melt the Hammer Treasure, add other materials to repair it, but only make the hammerhead, using the Ruyi Golden Hoop Bar as the handle. Then the Hammer Treasure will gain the characteristic of ‘Ruyi’ and remain invincible…”
Ke Mo pondered for a while, planning his forging route.
He clapped his hands, ready to start cooking, but paused.
Wait a moment.
“Without the Hammer Treasure, how can I forge it?”
Little Ke fell into deep thought.
At that moment, familiar voices came from the doorway.
“Divine Craftsman Du, after a tiring journey, you actually personally visited Qingyuan. You’re too polite.”
“Hahaha, I also wanted to admire the place where the divine craftsman forges weapons, maybe I can gain some insights.”
“Yes, yes, Little Mo’s forging skills advanced rapidly after coming to the Fire Vein Cold Spring. This place…”
“My brother-in-law, if he had been born earlier, this ‘No Peck’ sword might not have ended up in my hands.”
A few years ago, a highly respected divine craftsman passed away. His hammer was to be passed to the most outstanding fellow in the art of forging weapons.
Du Wufeng received recognition for his achievement in forging the Divine Sword of the Celestials.
But everyone knew that Little Mo publicly forged a divine sword in front of the entire Imperial Capital, elevating it to another level.
“Hmm, it’s not too late, Brother.”
“Huh? Who’s talking?”
Du Wufeng was taken aback.
