“You’re here?” Du Wufeng put away the Forging Hammer he was about to show off.
“Is there a possibility that I have always been a Qingyuan Sect disciple?”
“It seems so, but also not quite.”
Elder Han He scratched his head and fell into deep thought.
He looked at Ke Mo, Little Mo is a Qingyuan Sect disciple.
Then he looked at Du Wufeng, who is Little Mo’s sworn brother.
Strictly speaking, he once worked as an apprentice in the Sword Furnace, and although he was called a disciple of a Divine Artisan, he was actually just a nominal disciple.
And then he is also a Crown Prince, Shang Wu is of the same generation as him, yet he is also an Overlord.
And he is also a Qingyuan Sect elder.
So the question arises, where does Little Ke start from in relation to him?
When Ke Mo asked to borrow the hammer, Du Wufeng raised his eyebrows and said, “Don’t you have the Tian Gong hammer? Why do you want my hammer? I myself don’t even use it often.”
For artisans, their hammers are like swords for swordsmen—treasured possessions.
“As everyone knows, I am very skilled at re-forging, so this time I plan to re-forge the Hammer Treasure. When I think of the Hammer Treasure being a Tian Gong hammer, who else’s hammer could be worthy enough to be used in the re-forging of such honor?”
Ke Mo, with his hands behind his back, turned to face Du Wufeng with a serious expression:
“That artisan is you!”
“!”
Elder Han He was shocked and sighed.
He felt goosebumps, but alas, he is only a Great Artisan, and the Forging Hammer does not match this level of honor.
Only someone like Du Wufeng, a Divine Artisan…
“Cut it out, you brat, don’t boast. If I lend it, I lend it.”
Du Wufeng’s mouth twitched as he took out a jade-like green Forging Hammer that seemed naturally formed: “Do you need any help?”
“There’s no need.”
Ke Mo grabbed the hammer and couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
Du Wufeng couldn’t help but remind him again, “Be careful, I wouldn’t even dare…”
“I know, I’ll give it my all! Here goes nothing!”
“? ”
Ke Mo didn’t give Old Du a chance to regret, and in his Inner World, stars revolved, and the sun lit up, igniting the Karmic Fire and Fallen Star Flame together, directly starting to heat the oil.
“Divine Artisan Du, didn’t you say you never lend your hammer or your wife?”
Elder Han He hadn’t reacted yet.
Divine Artisan Du had a proud look on his face: “I don’t have a wife!”
Elder Han He: “…..”
Although he doesn’t either.
But is this something to be proud of?
“I don’t have a wife.”
Although Old Du appeared reluctant, he had intended to lend the hammer from the beginning. As soon as Ke Mo started casting, the old man watched intently.
Those who often interact with swordsmen know that sword techniques are purely a matter of interest.
Ke Mo’s casting skills have rapidly improved, but he still has a long way to go before becoming a Divine Artisan.
Yet that day, he did what he himself couldn’t do—he re-forged the Divine Sword of the Celestials using the power of all living beings.
This opened a new world for Old Du.
He still can’t figure out how Ke Mo managed to do it.
Could it be related to his Inner Scene?
Du Wufeng looked seriously.
As the oil heated up, the Hammer Treasure slowly melted under the influence of several materials, gradually approaching its shape when it first descended upon the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Ke Mo felt enlightenment.
Through the spirit of the Hammer Treasure, he saw it fall to the ground alongside a meteorite, at a time when even Da Shang did not exist.
The first owner of the Hammer Treasure was a common craftsman in a tribe, who treated it as a hard stone to forge various farm tools and weapons.
“No one has ever forged a Meteorite Hammer.”
Du Wufeng squinted and after a moment, said: “It was the marks left by each user that transformed it into the exquisite hammer it is now.”
Speaking of which, Divine Artisan Du smiled again:
“With a hammer that does not peck, to peck at a naturally formed object, it truly is the destiny of my hammer.”
“It will be.”
Ke Mo took a deep breath of the scorching air and raised the Non-pecking Hammer.
A large amount of fiery air and star dust rose.
While he was forging, Du Wufeng kept giving advice, allowing Ke Mo, who isn’t a Divine Artisan, to follow each intricate step correctly.
But after a moment, Du Wufeng focused again and almost fainted:
“Ke Mo, this is just a hammerhead, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
Old Du fell into deep thought, wondering if he had given incorrect guidance.
But even if he were a Divine Artisan, let alone an apprentice, he wouldn’t make a hammer without a handle.
Sss—
At this moment, Du Wufeng heard a loud sound.
“This is…”
It sounds a bit like quenching, but it’s not…
“Do you plan to use that fire poker as the handle?” Elder Han He was confused and asked Du Wufeng uncertainly:
“Divine Artisan, this doesn’t seem right, does it?”
“Of course it does!”
Du Wufeng nearly lost his mind.
He could tell that the fire poker wasn’t ordinary, but how could he directly combine them like that?
This is forging, not welding!
Such logic, Little Mo should know, but he chose this method anyway.
At this moment, the plain fire poker and the Hammer Treasure connected, emitting dazzling light that hurt the eyes.
Two vastly different divine weapons, akin to medicinal ingredients that don’t mix, would cause a furnace explosion, wouldn’t they…
“The timing is right.”
Ke Mo took out the mold and covered it over.
The mold established an impossible connection between the Hammer Treasure and the fire poker, and he swung the hammer again, making the resonance synchronize.
Ding——
“Hmm?”
Du Wufeng heard the sound of hammering and lifted his head abruptly.
In the center of the scattered flames, a starry fire leaped out, emitting a voice of rebirth from ancient times.
A red-black glow with a heaven-reaching momentum pierced through the mountain wall, reaching the sky, and the strong presence was revealed.
Everyone present who knew how to forge fell silent.
“This seems more than just a divine weapon…”
Elder Han He murmured, shaken to his core.
“A Dao-grade weapon?”
