Body Like a Famous Tool, Sword Furnace Weapon Forging Convention

Boom--

The hammer rises and falls.

The ancestral anvil remained motionless, yet emitted a pleasant rumble.

Eight forgings in one breath... nine forgings in one breath...

This time, Li Mo did not start the Hundred Refinements from the sixth forging, because his physical body had reached its limit after using the Law of Heaven and Earth multiple times.

After a full sixty-four hammer blows.

He felt as if every pore on his body was open, and the force in his thick right hand was like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, and the sweat that flowed out was tinged with blood red.

As a Mystic Weapon, the power of the Star Pestle was pushed to its limit at this moment, with power and heat erupting simultaneously.

Flames shot into the sky, like dazzling fireworks rising into the heavens. At this moment, every inch of the soldier was tempered to the extreme, like the rising sun just emerging on an anvil.

It wasn't just the weapons he had just forged.

He himself was the same.

"Breathe..."

Li Mo stood still, listening to the booming sounds of the Star Pestle and the Ancestral Anvil, as if he heard more than before.

It's not just about hammers and anvils.

And the many weapons born on this surface, their Weapon Slaughter Sharp Qi, whether strong or weak, were now all singing joyfully to him!

He originally thought it would take at least five more days.

However, with the amplification from the Law of Heaven and Earth, the power of the Hundred Refinements of Divine Treasures has exceeded all expectations!

Extreme Weapon Slaughter Body, Perfected!

"This is what it feels like to have a body like a masterpiece..."

Before Li Mo could even fully appreciate the changes in his body, he suddenly realized he could no longer feel the temperature around him.

It even felt a bit cool.

emmmmm

He was standing right next to the fire vein, and he could still feel cool. How high was his fever right now?

Elder Han He and Elder Zeng were just about to come up and take a look when they saw Li Mo turn and run away.

"Hey, where are you going, kid?"

"Go to the icy pool to temper your skills!"

Elder Han He was stunned when he saw the weapon on the anvil, then shouted, "You didn't even bring a weapon, what kind of junk are you forging?"

"Oh, I forgot."

So Li Mo ran back quickly and grabbed the scorching hot weapon that had just come out of the furnace.

Then, with a splash, he plunged into the bottomless, icy pool, sending plumes of white smoke billowing up.

"..."

"..."

Han He and Lao Zeng exchanged a glance and fell into deep thought.

So, if they weren't mistaken, this kid just grabbed the red-hot weapon with his bare hands, right?

Well, so what you mean by "quenching" is actually quenching yourself!

The two old men remained silent for a long time, unable to utter a word.

"Gurgle..."

"That feels better."

Li Mo soaked in the icy pool, and his body temperature finally dropped.

The acupoints and meridians throughout the body seemed to breathe on their own, and the muscles and bones were tempered to an exquisite degree.

"Click..."

He casually picked up a piece of Frost Silver Ore embedded in the pool wall, with a faint ring of frost patterns on it.

He grabbed it and crushed it instantly!

"Right now, relying solely on my physical strength, if I just stand there and let anyone attack me, no one of the same realm could break my defense."

Li Mo sensed it again and discovered that his body was not only incredibly strong.

Moreover, the moment the thought arises, the body reacts immediately.

In other words, he will no longer be subject to the following conditions.

Eyes: "I understand."

Brain: "I've learned it."

Hand: "Mmp..."

"Now, when Law of Heaven and Earth again, it shouldn't be limited to just one body part..."

"It's a pity we can't try again today."

Li Mo gripped the newly forged longsword and began swimming upwards towards the surface of the icy pool.

Meanwhile, Elder Han He and Elder Zeng were still staring at each other on the shore, both old men had a lot to say but didn't know how to say it, especially since the boy hadn't come up yet.

What blacksmith ever forges himself and his weapon together while forging iron?

Now they finally understood what Li Mo had said that day: treating themselves as elixirs to be refined—so you really were that elixir?

Glug glug--

The cold pool churned, Li Mo burst out of it, surrounded by billowing white mist, yet not a single drop of water remained on his body.

As soon as he came up, he saw two old men staring straight at him.

"Elders, swords."

Elder Zeng took it, glanced at it briefly, and nodded.

Elder Han He didn't even need to touch it; he could tell just by looking at the luster:

"Indeed, you've made the most of these materials. It's truly a top-grade weapon. At your age, you're old enough to go to the Sword Furnace and broaden your horizons."

"Now you can try to forge some masterpieces."

"Alright, let's put the sword aside for now, now..."

"Let's see!"

"???"

Seeing the two old men's enthusiastic expressions and burning eyes, Little Li leaned back slightly.

Fortunately, he knew that the two old craftsmen who had poured their hearts and souls into forging were simply curious about him, like biologists seeing a rare, long-extinct animal.

Of all martial arts, external martial arts are the simplest, yet also the most difficult.

If one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe that someone of his age could have a physique comparable to a renowned expert.

"Xiao Mo, is this... natural?"

Well, even Elder Han He, who witnessed it firsthand, found it hard to believe. "Could it be that they learned from that old dog Zeng's methods, took a shortcut, and used some kind of 'pulling up seedlings to help them grow' technique?"

Elder Zeng sneered, "You old geezer, don't spout nonsense! I call it combining hard work and wisdom. You can't become a grandmaster if you don't use your brain."

"You son of a bitch!"

"How!"

Seeing that the two hot-tempered old men were about to start fighting again, Li Mo asked at the opportune moment:

"Is there any shortcut to physical training, like pulling up seedlings to help them grow?"

"There will always be people in the world who want to cheat and swindle, racking their brains to find crooked ways."

Elder Han He coughed lightly, seemingly addressing someone.

Before Elder Zeng could speak, he continued:

You know about the Sword Furnace Weapon Forging Convention, right?

I've heard a little about it.

Li Mo had heard others at the Forging Institute mention it.

The Sword Furnace existed during the Great Shang, and many of the weapons listed on the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Divine Weapon Ranking came from it, with the furnace being particularly skilled at forging swords.

After the Later Sword Furnace was merged into the Heavenly Mountain Sword Villa, it grew stronger day by day, and its annual Weapon Forging Conference attracted countless master craftsmen.

This is like a grand stage for craftsmen, a place where you can showcase your dreams.

"Take, for example, the year that I and Han He the Old Dog participated in when we were young."

"Some blacksmiths, in order to win prizes at the Weapon Forging Conference, went so far as to make deals with the Blood Refinement Hall of the Demon Summoning Cult, buying their forbidden drugs."

"Then, by getting an injection before the match, one's physical strength can be increased by more than one level."

Li Mo: "?"

Doping, you mean?

No, wait, Blood Refinement Hall...

Isn't the Demon Summoning Cult only the Martial Refinement Hall? Why has this other hall become such a strange shape?

Elder Han He sighed, "Are the drugs from the Blood Refinement Hall even fit for human use? They're not competing on physique, they're competing on who can withstand the drugs the most!"