Clang—
A sword's aura surged from the depths, pure and crystalline.
Du Wufeng's eyes glead with intense light as he watched the young man swinging his hamr. Beneath the strikes, a sword—bearing resemblance to the Celestial Divine Sword yet distinct in essence—trembled.
Why rely similar? Because it lacked the Celestial Divine Sword’s noble, rigid sense of order. Instead, it appeared utterly unremarkable.
"High-grade Profound Armant."
Li Mo remained seated, not imdiately expelling the Fallen Starfla from his body. His skin flushed red, then reverted to its normal hue, cycling endlessly.
The Divine Treasure Refinent and the Eight-Nine Mystic Art operated simultaneously within him.
A gust of wind rose.
Each ti the redness faded from Li Mo’s skin, its base tone grew closer to the luster of gold and jade.
Divine Treasure Refinent was a wondrous thod that enhanced one’s physique during weapon forging, while the Eight-Nine Mystic Art demanded enduring tribulations. The Fallen Starfla happened to fulfill both conditions.
Like stepping on one’s own foot to ascend the heavens, it propelled his physique through a transformation that would normally take others over a decade. The accumulation of this period now converged, hurling his body toward an entirely new realm.
Behind him, the divine intent of the Great Sage manifested, burning alongside the Fallen Starfla.
Li Mo heard the thunderous echoes from his bones and the roar of his blood surging like rivers.
Eight-Nine Mystic Art.
Effortlessly, he touched the threshold of a new realm.
The radiance of the Fallen Starfla gradually dimd, shrinking from a raging inferno into a faint, flickering ember.
"Divine Artisan Du..."
After a mont of regulating his breath, Li Mo opened his eyes and realized—the Fallen Starfla, nurtured for so long within the sword furnace, had been largely depleted not during weapon forging, but when he used it to temper his body.
"No matter. The sword is fine, and so is the lad."
Divine Artisan Du examined the freshly forged sword, giving it a light flick that instantly birthed sword qi. Then, his aged eyes glead with even greater satisfaction as he looked at Li Mo.
"A Profound Armant-grade sword, and now a physique comparable to one as well."
Tian the Divine Artisan clicked his tongue in amazent.
Profound Armants were nothing new to them.
But a physique rivaling one? That was rare.
Excluding sixth-realm experts who naturally ford their own dharma bodies, wielding the might of heaven and earth with every move, in terms of pure physicality, no one below that realm could surpass this young man.
"Thanks to Elder Du’s Fallen Starfla."
Li Mo felt sowhat uneasy under their gazes. "I have so rare treasures that might help replenish its fla energy."
"Keep them for yourself," Du Wufeng waved him off.
"Huh? What would I need those for..." Li Mo was puzzled.
Tian the Divine Artisan shot Du Wufeng a suspicious glance, as if catching his aning.
"From now on, the Fallen Starfla is yours. You’ve got a fla inside you, but it’s suited for killing, not forging."
Du Wufeng spoke leisurely. "Coincidentally, the Fallen Starfla pairs perfectly with the teor-Shattering Hamr."
"You’re giving it to ? Then what will you use?"
Li Mo was montarily stunned.
"Tch, I’ve got more than just this fla. Don’t worry about ."
Du Wufeng paused, then added, "Besides, I originally prepared this fla to reforge the Celestial Divine Sword. Won’t be needing it anymore."
With that, he severed his connection to the Fallen Starfla.
Li Mo imdiately sensed the fla seed in his dantian becoming ownerless. He hadn’t expected Old Du to hand it over without hesitation.
"Elder Du, I have so rare ores..."
"Don’t need ’em. Plenty of folks line up to gift such things."
"What about this mountain of gold..."
"What would an old man like do with so much money? Tsk, you think I’ve been idling all these years? I’d rather you cook for daily—that’s more practical."
Du Wufeng remained unmoved, rejecting all forms of repaynt.
But the young genius Li Mo always found unconventional solutions:
"How about this? You’ve helped imnsely, and you’ve no heirs. If you don’t mind, let heaven and earth bear witness!"
"Let’s beco sworn brothers!"
Tian the Divine Artisan: "?"
What kind of brain do you have? Only a decade of ntal impairnt could produce such an idea.
Du Wufeng’s seniority in the Sword Manor was among the highest—nominally, even above Manor Lord Xie and himself.
"Eh, now that’s interesting. You’re a fine lad, and I’m not losing out either. Sure, why not?"
Du Wufeng’s eyes sparkled as he clapped his hands, slinging an arm around Li Mo’s neck, ready to burn the oath paper and pledge brotherhood.
Tian the Divine Artisan: "？？？？"
You’re not losing out, but what about the rest of the Sword Manor? What would he and the Manor Lord call Li Mo—Uncle?!
Only fifty years of ntal impairnt could make soone agree to this!
But if it was Du Wufeng...
He absolutely would.
Monts later, Du Wufeng stood atop the mountain, waving at Li Mo:
"Brother Li, safe travels! Drop by the sword furnace whenever!"
As the carriage departed, Tian the Divine Artisan spoke slowly, "You really intend to let Li Mo reforge the Celestial Divine Sword?"
"Why not? I’m an old man. You expect to march back into Celestial City?"
Du Wufeng chuckled.
"But he’s only just forged a Profound Armant. Isn’t this too..."
"Where there’s a will, there’s a way. Youngsters always pull off the unexpected. Don’t forget—he may seem humble, but he’s the top-ranked Hidden Dragon. And the one in the Sword Mound has already given his approval."
Tian the Divine Artisan fell silent.
After a long pause, Du Wufeng spoke again, sternly:
"Oh, and stop calling him ‘Little Li.’ No respect. From now on, it’s Uncle Li."
"Go jump off a cliff."
......
Elsewhere.
The lingering notes of a zither slowly restored the world to its original colors.
In her past life, Ying Bing had owed the Penglai Star Sect a favor while searching for the legendary Undersea Abyss, so she agreed to their request for a musical exchange.
"My true essence is circulating faster..."
"Was that Phoenix Seeks Phoenix? It sounds slightly different from our sect’s score. Did she modify it just now?"
"Master, how would you rate her skill?"
"Disciple, what level am I to judge her?"
"Her sword arts are already unfathomable. How is her music also transcendent..."
The Penglai disciples were dumbfounded, especially when they saw their elders step forward to seek guidance.
Their original intention had been to subtly showcase Penglai’s heritage, hoping Ying Bing might affiliate with them.
Now, their leading elder seed tempted to defect to the Qingyuan Sect.
Was there truly no one in this world who could surpass her?
......
Late at night.
Atop the Step-Cloud Pavilion.
"Ice block, recharge ."
In the chamber, Li Mo spoke with utmost seriousness.
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