Chapter 536 — Forging Iron Before the Foe
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The Woodcutter Sage's face was calm. "Refining the heart is like forging iron. His heart was unsettled, so he uses the hammering to temper his own agitated spirit and settle his mind. It is a profound method of cultivating the mind. Furiluo, do you not understand?"
Clang, clang, clang.
Shen Mu was still swinging his great hammer, hammering without cease, showing not the slightest sign of refining his heart. On the contrary, it looked like good, honest blacksmithing.
The Woodcutter Sage's eye twitched. His face could hardly hold. He thought, "Why is he still hammering?"
Below, Shen Mu put away the finished sword, then took out another batch of flying swords and thrust them into the fire to temper.
A vein bulged on the Woodcutter Sage's forehead. Then he forcibly suppressed it.
Furiluo laughed heartily. "You cannot kill me, and I cannot kill you. Since that is so, let these juniors fight in our stead! Heavenly Master, if my side wins, you crawl back and sleep your great autumn dream. If your side wins, I will yield Li City to you!"
The Woodcutter Sage hesitated a moment. Then came the sound of clang, clang, clang — Shen Mu was still hammering away earnestly.
Behind him, the Lord of Mingyi City said in a low voice, "Rest assured, Heavenly Master. My Taihuang Heaven also has young talents — young men with the makings of true gods. They will not be weaker than Furiluo's disciples."
The Woodcutter Sage looked at Shen Mu. Shen Mu was still hammering iron. He could only nod.