Boom—
The hammer rose and fell again.
The Ancestral Anvil remained unmoved, yet emitted a faint, delighted hum.
Eight strikes per breath... nine strikes per breath...
This time, Li Mo did not start the Hundred Refinements from the sixth strike, as his body had reached its limit after repeatedly using the Heaven-Earth Manifestation technique.
After a full sixty-four strikes,
he felt as if every pore in his body had opened. The immense force in his thick right arm surged like a roaring tide, and even his sweat carried a hint of crimson.
As a profound weapon, the Star Mallet's power was now unleashed to its fullest—strength and scorching heat erupting simultaneously.
Boom!
Flames shot skyward like dazzling fireworks, and the weapon blank was refined to perfection in every inch, resembling a newborn sun atop the anvil.
And it wasn’t just the weapon he had forged.
He himself was the same.
"Exhale... inhale..."
Li Mo stood still, listening to the resonant hum of the Star Mallet and the Ancestral Anvil. It felt as though he could hear far more than before.
Not just the hammer and anvil.
But also the countless weapons born upon them—each exuding their own sharp, murderous aura, now singing to him in joy!
He had originally thought it would take at least five more days.
But under the amplification of Heaven-Earth Manifestation, the might of Divine Treasure Hundred Refinements had surpassed all imagination!
Extreme Weapon Tempered Body—perfected!
"This is the feeling of becoming a named weapon..."
Before Li Mo could fully savor the changes in his body, he suddenly realized he could no longer feel the surrounding temperature.
In fact, it even felt a little cool.
Hmm...
He was standing right next to a fire vein. If even this felt cool, then just how scorching was he right now?
Elder Hanhe and Elder Zeng were about to check on him when they saw Li Mo suddenly bolt.
"Hey, kid, where are you going?"
"To the Frost Pool for quenching!"
Elder Hanhe glanced at the weapon still on the anvil and shouted, "You’re not even taking your weapon—what are you quenching?"
"Oh, right, forgot."
So Li Mo dashed back, grabbed the freshly forged, still-glowing weapon with his bare hand, and then—
Plop!
He plunged headfirst into the bottomless Frost Pool, sending massive plumes of steam billowing up.
"......"
"......"
Elder Hanhe and Elder Zeng exchanged glances, falling into deep contemplation.
So, if they weren’t mistaken, this kid had just grabbed a red-hot weapon barehanded, right?
Well then, turns out when he said "quenching," he meant quenching himself!
The two old men stood in silence for a long while, utterly speechless.
"Gurgle..."
"Ah, that’s better."
Li Mo soaked in the Frost Pool as his body temperature finally dropped.
Every meridian and acupoint in his body seemed to breathe on its own, his muscles and bones refined down to the most minute detail.
"Crack..."
He casually picked up a piece of Frost Silver ore embedded in the pool wall, its surface faintly lined with icy patterns.
With a single squeeze, it shattered instantly!
"With just my physical body now, even if someone at my level attacked me head-on, they wouldn’t be able to break my defense."
He focused further and realized his body wasn’t just tough—
but the moment a thought formed, his flesh would react instantly.
Meaning, he’d no longer face situations like:
Eyes: "I see it."
Brain: "I get it."
Hands: "Screw you..."
"Now, if I use Heaven-Earth Manifestation again, it shouldn’t be limited to just one body part..."
"Too bad I can’t test it today."
Li Mo gripped the newly forged sword and began swimming back up.
Meanwhile, Elder Hanhe and Elder Zeng were still on the shore, staring at each other in bewilderment. Both were bursting with questions, but the kid hadn’t resurfaced yet.
I mean—
What kind of blacksmith forges a weapon and ends up refining himself along with it?
Only now did they truly understand Li Mo’s words from before: "Refining yourself like a pill."
So you really were the pill all along?!
Gurgle—
The Frost Pool churned as Li Mo burst out, wreathed in rolling mist, yet not a single drop of water clung to him.
The moment he emerged, he found the two elders staring at him intently.
"Elders, the sword."
Elder Zeng took it and gave it a brief inspection before nodding in approval.
Elder Hanhe didn’t even need to touch it—the gleam alone told him enough.
"Fine work. You’ve pushed these materials to their absolute limit. A top-grade weapon indeed. At your age, you’re already qualified to visit the Sword Furnace for enlightenment."
"You could even attempt forging a named weapon now."
"But enough about the sword. Right now..."
"Let’s take a look at you!"
"???"
Seeing the two old men’s eager, fiery gazes, Young Li instinctively leaned back.
But he understood—these two lifelong craftsmen were simply fascinated, like biologists stumbling upon a rare, thought-to-be-extinct creature.
Among all martial disciplines, body tempering was the simplest—and also the hardest.
Without seeing it firsthand, no one would believe someone his age could achieve a physique rivaling a named weapon.
"Li Mo, this... is this natural?"
Alright, even Elder Hanhe, witnessing it firsthand, found it hard to believe. "You didn’t pull some reckless shortcut like Elder Zeng’s methods, did you? Some growth-forcing trick?"
Elder Zeng snorted. "You old fool, don’t slander me! My ways combine effort and wisdom. A blacksmith who doesn’t use his brain will never become a grandmaster."
"You—!"
"What about it?!"
As the two hot-tempered elders teetered on the brink of another clash, Li Mo smoothly interjected:
"Growth-forcing tricks? Are there shortcuts to tempering the body?"
"The world never lacks those who seek cunning shortcuts, racking their brains for twisted methods."
Elder Hanhe coughed lightly, though it was unclear whom he was subtly targeting.
Before Elder Zeng could retort, he continued:
"You’ve heard of the Sword Furnace’s Forging Assembly, right?"
"Vaguely."
Li Mo had heard others in the forging hall mention it.
The Sword Furnace had existed since the era of Great Shang. Many weapons on the Divine Arms Ranking originated from it, and it was especially renowned for swordcraft.
After merging with the Heavenly Mountain Sword Manor, it only grew stronger. Every year, the Forging Assembly drew countless master smiths, all eager to compete.
It was essentially the grand stage for blacksmiths—if you had dreams, you came.
"For example, take the year this old man and Hanhe here participated."
"Some smiths, desperate to win, made deals with the Blood Refining Hall of the Demon Summoning Sect, buying their forbidden drugs."
"A single injection before the contest could boost their physical strength by leaps and bounds."
Li Mo: "?"
Performance enhancers, huh?
Wait—Blood Refining Hall?
Wasn’t the Demon Summoning Sect supposed to only have the Martial Refining Hall? What abomination had this hall turned into now?
Elder Hanhe sighed. "Was that drug even meant for humans? It wasn’t a contest of physique—it was a contest of who could endure the most poison!"
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. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
