Chapter 1122 — A Fingertip Lightly Pressing Her Vermilion Lips
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
If Crown Prince Youming could absorb the fruits of the Jingping reforms, then his cultivation and strength would surely take a tremendous leap, and only then could he become a pillar of Jingping. The Blind Elder laid the Yuan Wood root together with the Dragon-Tuo Divine Spear at his waist; at once the spear crept over the Yuan Wood tendrils, drawing in the power stored within the wood.
The Blind Elder went on: "The divinities the Northern Emperor sent are all under my wing now, and I train them day in and day out; even so, they're good for nothing much.
" He shook his head and said: "In the matter of formations, the Northern Emperor Xuanwu's formations are far too outdated; I still have to teach them from the very beginning, wearing out heart and strength. So I packed them off to the primary school to study alongside those little children.
" Shen Mu blinked and said: "Among the Xuanwu god race there are a great many pretty girls. " The Blind Elder, utterly unruffled, urged the Dragon-Tuo on to refine the Yuan Wood root, and said: "All Teng Snakes of the martial clan.
Not as pretty as Granny—common painted things, nothing more. " Shen Mu was left speechless.
He asked then whether the Western Emperor had sent divinities. The Silent Craftsman was fitting together a divine axe out of his box, trying to split a divine mountain in two, and said: "There are women enough, yes. Scantily dressed, cloyingly sweet. I've set them to work in the Supervisory Forge.
" Shen Mu probed: "The women of the Western Pole Heaven are so beautiful—has Grandpa Silent Craftsman never thought of taking a wife? " "Women are a nuisance. " Somewhat put out, the Silent Craftsman shook his head: "Those White Tiger goddesses are mighty and beautiful, it's true, but they're a nuisance too.
Teaching them how to forge is headache enough; and now I'm to take a wife?
I've neither the time nor the energy for it! " Shen Mu was taken aback, and urged: "Grandpa Silent Craftsman ought to make an effort for the propagation of the Heavenly Craftsman god race.
" The Silent Craftsman sneered: "The Heavenly Craftsman god race is human too. Whoever masters the way of forging is a Heavenly Craftsman! You're a Heavenly Craftsman yourself—go have a few children.
Don't pester me with these trifles! " Yan'er said to Dragon Qilin: "Now I understand why the young master has never married.
" Dragon Qilin nodded again and again: "Do you think there's any hope for him?
" "None left! " "I thought as much. " The Silent Craftsman was Jingping's foremost craftsman, and his demands upon materials were extremely high.
Unlike a blockhead like Wei Suifeng, who simply picked out a whole treasure mountain of the Ancestral Court, he took one piece from every treasure, intending to match different materials together in forging divine weapons.
In the combining of materials he was an expert. He had once gone to pay his respects to the Supreme Emperor Sword God Bai Qu'er, and from her obtained certain texts of the Supreme Emperor era.
—In the Supreme Emperor era, the divine metals and divine ores of the Yuan Realm were held in the hands of the Earth Mother Yuanjun; the mineral veins in the keeping of the Southern Supreme Emperor's Heavenly Court were scarce.
Hence in the proportioning of materials they had attainments beyond the ordinary.
"No matter how fine the material, one must understand the properties of each kind of divine metal—must even grasp the distinct character of each divine metal—before one can forge a divine weapon of the highest order.
" The Silent Craftsman matched many divine metals and divine materials together, and shot Shen Mu a glance: "That wreck of a carriage of yours—let the White Tiger craftsmen repair it.