Mo Yi: I Will Forge an Unrivaled Divine Weapon

"No, you didn't stumble into the Dao-Seeking Sect by mistake. It was Heaven's guidance that brought you to the Dao-Seeking Sect," Qing Song said with a smile.

Mo Yi's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, and he asked with a puzzled look, "Could it be that the Dao-Seeking Sect is also a place for forging divine weapons? But young friend, you don't seem to be someone who forges weapons."

Upon hearing this, Qing Song smiled and explained, "I am indeed not a weapon forger, and our Dao-Seeking Sect does not have any weapon forgers, but now that you're here, we do."

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Mo Yi looked at the little guy with a face full of questions, and patiently said, "But I'm not here to forge weapons, I'm here to learn a craft."

Qing Song calmly replied, "I know you've come to learn the craft. My master, the Dao Ancestor, is proficient in all the arts under heaven. In his eyes, weapon crafting is merely a minor skill; he naturally understands it."

Is this really true?

Mo Yi still didn't quite believe what the other party was saying. After all, where in this world is there an omnipotent and omniscient person? Even the legendary Three Ancestors couldn't do that.

"Why don't you come with me to pay your respects to Master? It'll only take the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

Qing Song turned and left, believing that once this guy saw his master, he would naturally choose to stay in the Dao-Seeking Sect.

Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, but finally followed Qing Song's footsteps. He wanted to see if that Dao Ancestor was as miraculous as the little guy in front of him had said.

Soon the two arrived at a grand hall one after the other. Mo Yi subconsciously looked up at the person sitting on the throne in the hall, and saw a man who looked like a god sitting on the throne.

The man merely glanced at him, Mo Yi felt immense pressure and instinctively knelt on the ground, respectfully saying, "Greetings, Dao Ancestor."

Qing Song, standing to the side, also respectfully said, "Greetings, Master."

No need for formalities.

Chu Feng glanced at Mo Yi.

"Dao Ancestor /Master."

After they finished speaking, the two stood quietly in place without moving.

Chu Feng continued, "What's your name?"

With just a few words, Mo Yi felt immense pressure. This invisible pressure was something he had never experienced before. Even when he paid homage to the Shaman God, he had never felt this kind of pressure. He quickly replied, "Reporting to the Dao Ancestor, this humble one Mo Yi."

Chu Feng: "What great path do you want to cultivate at my Dao-Seeking Sect?"

"Reporting to the Dao Ancestor, I wish to cultivate the Dao of weapon crafting, forge an unparalleled divine weapon, and protect the Human Race from being oppressed by other races." Mo Yi expressed his grand ambition.

Chu Feng smiled and said, "Young man, you have great ambition, but weapons are inanimate objects. It's not enough to protect Human Race with weapons alone."

"What you say is true, senior. But I want to try my best. No matter what the final outcome is, I want to leave behind a peerless divine weapon for the Human Race. I wonder if you could teach me?" Mo Yi said respectfully.

"Of course."

Chu Feng paused for a moment, then said, "As the saying goes, 'Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.' Instead of leaving behind a weapon, you should leave behind the art of forging divine weapons, which will be remembered for generations to come."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yi's eyes lit up, and he murmured, "How come I never thought of that before? Thank you for your guidance, senior."

"What kind of guidance is this? It's just my own insight. Do you want to stay at the Dao-Seeking Sect to learn the art of weapon crafting?" Chu Feng asked with a smile. He was very satisfied with the young man's attitude, and his Dao-Seeking Sect was indeed lacking a disciple specializing in weapon crafting.

"This junior is willing."

After saying this, Mo Yi knelt on the ground and bowed three times to Chu Feng: "Master, please accept my three bows."

Chu Feng nodded and gently helped Mo Yi up. "In that case, I will pass on to you a method of weapon forging. Then you can modify this method according to your own needs and pass it on to the Human Race."

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Mo Yi a moment, then asked with a puzzled look, "Master, why do I need to improve your weapon-refining methods?"

Chu Feng smiled and explained, "Everyone is an independent individual. Any cultivation technique will be different in the hands of each person. Just use whatever feels comfortable to you."

Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully. "Master is brilliant."

Chu Feng didn't say much. With a flick of his wrist, Dao Light flew into Mo Yi's mind, and soon a complete weapon-refining method appeared in Mo Yi's sea of consciousness.

Mo Yi became more and more excited as he looked at it, his eyes burning with desire. He was extremely grateful that he had come to see their master with Senior Brother Qing Song, otherwise he would have missed this weapon-refining method.

"Alright, you can study this technique first. On the first and fifteenth of each month, I will teach you and answer your questions. You can come with your fellow disciples to listen to the lectures then." After saying that, Chu Feng turned around and disappeared from the spot.

Mo Yi bowed slightly to the spot where Chu Feng had disappeared. Qing Song smiled and said, "Junior Brother, come with me. I'll take you to find a place to stay."

Mo Yi: "Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother."

At the Dao-Seeking Sect, the lives of the disciples were not much different from before. Mo Yi, who was initially shocked, gradually got used to life at the Dao-Seeking Sect.

His fellow disciples were not only highly skilled, but also had pleasant manners; he loved being here.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye. During these three years, the Long River Tribe was attacked by a phoenix. Fortunately, with Chu Feng's statue guarding the tribe, the Long River Tribe escaped the calamity of extermination.

The Long River Tribe and the Heavenly Fire Tribe made the same choice: to enshrine Chu Feng in their ancestral halls and offer the Chu Feng as a sacrifice to him, forcing him to refine pills once again.

At dawn, before daybreak, a bolt of Jinglei suddenly struck the weapon-refining room at the Dao-Seeking Sect.

Rumble!

A loud bang startled the group of the Dao-Seeking Sect disciples who were cultivating, and they all flew towards the weapon-refining room.

A large hole appeared above the weapon-refining room. Just as everyone was about to ask Mo Yi what had happened, a burst of laughter came from inside the room.

"Hahaha..."

I did it!

I did it!

Ji Jiuwu and the others froze on the spot, all casting their divine senses towards the weapon-refining room, wanting to see what was wrong with their junior brother.

Mo Yi emerged from within, wielding a massive hammer engulfed in flames. He addressed the crowd, proclaiming, "Fellow senior brothers, I have successfully forged a top-grade spiritual weapon!"

Everyone's attention immediately fell on the large hammer in Mo Yi's hand. After examining it carefully, their eyes shone with intense desire.

"Junior brother, you really succeeded!"

"You're absolutely amazing, kid!"

"..."

Everyone chimed in, surrounding Mo Yi like stars around the moon.

At the same time, Chu Feng, who was asleep, suddenly heard the system notification: "The host has guided the disciple to open up the path of weapon refining in this world. The host is rewarded with 99 Dao Resonance."

It's finally here.

Chu Feng murmured something in his sleep, then fell back asleep...