In the projection of the Jiangshan Sheji Diagram, the sword blade refracted a dazzling brilliance under the sunlight, its intricate patterns faintly visible, resembling dragon scales.
"Is this what you call a fad weapon?"
"In terms of quality, it indeed qualifies as one. However, many of the materials used to forge this sword aren't even worthy of being called 'mystical arms.'"
"This sword isn't just sharp. Wielding it should also grant spiritual completeness and the divine effect of bearing the nation's fortune."
"Though it is a fad weapon, that is rely its starting point. It’s like a newborn infant—through nurturing, its future potential is limitless!"
"It’s already enough to rank on the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Wind and Cloud List."
Across the imperial capital, countless people gazed at the sword in Jiang Yu’s hand, their expressions varied.
"This sword is my most satisfying creation since the Heavenly Sword."
Xue Jing glanced at Li Mo, then took a step forward, returning to the judges' seat in an instant.
"I hope Your Highness can beco its rightful master, allowing it to shine brilliantly and secure a place on the Divine Arms Ranking."
"Has this sword not been nad yet?"
"I only forge swords. I don’t decide the path they will take."
Jiang Yu gently stroked the longsword, as if caressing smooth dragon scales.
"In that case, this sword shall be nad 'Zunlong' (Dragon Sovereign)."
Hum—
The sword’s resonance rang out once more, accompanied by a faint tremor.
Du Wufeng frowned slightly but remained silent.
"Grandmaster, this isn’t just setting an example for the craftsn—many of them probably can’t even lift their forging hamrs now."
Xie Xuan wore a bitter smile.
In the square, after witnessing Du Wufeng’s sword-forging firsthand, many shook their heads and began packing up their tools.
Before the competition even began, nurous participants had already withdrawn.
These people couldn’t even discern the gap between themselves and Du Wufeng.
This proved how far they were from the standards of this divine craftsman.
If that Zunlong Sword was graded as "A ," they couldn’t even forge a weapon worthy of a "D-."
"To forge iron, one must first be strong oneself." ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ N0veI.Fiɾe
Du Wufeng shook his head, his gaze settling on Li Mo, who stood out conspicuously in the square.
Among all the craftsn, he was the only one who brought two young won as assistants, making him an eccentric sight.
This kid…
How much did he actually grasp?
Li Mo’s talent in hamr techniques was unparalleled in Du Wufeng’s lifeti.
But what he had just demonstrated wasn’t just the "Nine Calamities Divine Force"—it was also infused with his "Spirit-Forging thod." Though seemingly crude, it was actually flawless, no less profound than comprehending a divine martial art.
Du Wufeng’s eyes burned as he looked down.
"I hope you can learn at least thirty to fifty percent of it, heir of the Heavenly Craftsman…"
"......"
Another pair of eyes, belonging to a figure with double pupils, also lingered on Li Mo, as did the gaze of Princess Yuyang beside him.
"Elder Brother Crown Prince, if he can forge a fad weapon, wouldn’t that be unprecedented?"
Princess Yuyang lifted her chin.
The humiliation she suffered a few days ago still weighed on her.
"When that woman takes the stage with the sword he forged, I hope it doesn’t get shattered in a few strikes."
"I’ve already given them a chance."
Jiang Yu nodded slightly, his grip on the sword forged by the divine craftsman unconsciously loosening.
After eting Ying Bing that day, a deep sense of crisis had taken root in his heart.
Others could afford to lose, but he couldn’t—not even once.
Now, he had finally found a sword that resonated with his Sword Bone.
"Xie Xuan, spar with after the competition."
"No."
Xie Xuan crossed his arms, exuding arrogance.
"Oh? What about the 'Pavilion of Wind and Moon'…?"
"I, Xie Xuan, am unyielding as steel! How could I be shackled by re beauty? They are but fleeting illusions!"
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"That sword… seems unhappy."
Jiang Chulong tugged at her sleeve, studying the masterpiece forged by the divine craftsman and whispering softly.
"Does it dislike its na?"
Li Mo instinctively replied.
"Brother Li, can you hear it too?" The little princess blinked behind her sunglasses, delighted.
"Of course."
Li Mo smiled, though his "hearing" wasn’t quite the sa as Chulong’s.
"Is it Du Wufeng’s Spirit-Forging thod?"
Ying Bing saw through the technique.
"You understand so well? Then you must know I plan to forge a replica of 'Moonlit Yin' for you?" Li Mo feigned surprise.
"I know."
A flicker of amusent passed through Ying Bing’s eyes, though her jade-like face remained expressionless. With her sunglasses on, she was the epito of icy aloofness.
Whoosh—
The flas in the sword furnace suddenly surged, their scorching heat sweeping across the square and igniting the passion of everyone present—including those watching through the Jiangshan Sheji Diagram.
The atmosphere seed to blaze alongside the furnace fire.
The host began announcing the rules for this round:
"The materials for this weapon-forging session are broken weapons selected from the Sword Graveyard. Their quality and composition vary. You must choose from these remnants, reforge them, and ultimately obtain the materials you need."
"Ti limit: one hour. Begin!"
At the front of the square stood a mountain of weapons, their cold glints shimring. These were likely the outermost blades from the Sword Graveyard, most of them made from diocre materials.
Of course, hidden among them were rare treasures—it all depended on one’s discernnt.
As soon as the announcent ended, many craftsn and their assistants rushed forward, highlighting the importance of the previous round.
Without a strong physique, one wouldn’t even be able to squeeze in…
"Look! The craftsn are charging toward the materials like unleashed hounds!"
"But speed alone isn’t enough. Picking early doesn’t guarantee quality—no one knows which hidden treasures will end up in whose hands."
"Wait… why isn’t the 'Divine Hamr Conqueror' moving?"
Due to Li Mo’s outstanding performance in the previous round—earning an "A " and ranking fourth on the Hidden Dragon List—many noticed that he, along with the "Ice Queen" and the little princess, hadn’t budged.
"If you don’t move, do you expect the broken weapons to co to you on their own?"
"The Divine Hamr Conqueror’s physique is impressive, but I thought he could forge weapons too."
"Why did he bring the Frost Fairy and that little girl? Is he treating the forging competition like child’s play?"
"Damn it! While everyone’s scrambling for materials, he’s holding the Frost Fairy’s hand—and hasn’t let go!"
The murmurs in the square buzzed incessantly.
No one could deny that the Frost Fairy was a peerless beauty beyond anyone’s wildest dreams. With such a stunning companion, anyone’s attention would be drawn to her.
If this were a culinary competition, no one would bat an eye—after all, even dog food counts as food.
But this was a weapon-forging competition!
If he wasn’t planning to forge anything, why even participate?
"Chulong, which broken weapons sound louder?"
Li Mo ignored the stares, setting up his forging tools as he spoke.
"I hear several."
"Tell your 'Ice Sister.'"
The little princess leaned close to Ying Bing’s ear and whispered sothing.
Ying Bing nodded, her frost-mirror eyes seemingly piercing through the entire mountain of weapons.
As she raised a hand, forming a sword gesture—
Clang!
The base of the weapon mountain trembled, and nurous blades clattered to the ground as if sothing was about to burst forth.
Swish—
A broken curved sword flew over the heads of the other blacksmiths, stopping right in front of the Ice Queen.
"????"
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