Chapter 1128 — Forging Iron Paints a Beauty's Portrait
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Dragon Qilin lifted his tail, coiled it around her, drew her into his bosom, and gently patted the sparrow's head, coaxing her to sleep. In the Supervisory Forge, Shen Mu came to Granny's side and quietly told her about Gongsun Yan, saying, "I would trouble Granny to go and instruct her.
" Granny Zhu laughed: "I know that girl. A silly thing, and not much fond of cultivation.
What realm is she at now?
" "She has cultivated to True God. " Shen Mu hesitated a moment, then said, "But her fighting strength should be at the level of a top-tier Emperor Throne.
Her mana is deep and mighty; she may well rank first among Emperor Throne powerhouses. " Granny Zhu was startled and blurted out, "She has reached the True God realm, and her cultivation already stands at the Emperor Throne level?
There are five realms between them! " Shen Mu laughed: "She is a demigod, a daughter of the Earth Mother.
The realms themselves were merely opened up by the Nine Heavenly Venerables of Longhan; they have little to do with true strength. " Granny Zhu felt a headache coming on and murmured, "Teaching her to master her own power will be hard indeed.
A True God realm wielding the strength of a top Emperor Throne.
. .
this challenge has no small difficulty to it.
. . " She rose and hurried off.
Shen Mu went on studying the Blind Elder's and the Silent Smith's arts of casting and of formations, and by the time the two elders had finished forging the Alchemist's pill furnace, he had more or less grasped the fruits of their years of labor. "In casting, you still have much to learn. " The Silent Smith instructed him: "Your precision in casting has reached its utmost. But as for the spirit in which you cast, you are still greatly lacking.
First of all, you must understand why it is that Heaven's Craft Brings Forth All Things! " The Silent Smith lifted the great hammer; flame from the great furnace filled the air, as though ten thousand suns were hidden within the furnace, and he said in a deep voice: "Mortals do not have the mighty power of the ancient gods, nor the means of creation, nor the grandeur of the creative force!
But mortals have tools, have minds, have perseverance, have hot blood, have dreams! Heaven's Craft Brings Forth All Things means this: with your own two hands you forge your own dreams, you create instruments that possess power, and you yourself become the creator wielding the power of creation!
" Shen Mu savored this deeply. After a long while he finally smiled, and at once began choosing treasures from the Ancestral Court, intending to forge his own divine weapon.
The Blind Elder stepped forward, looked at Shen Mu's toiling figure, and asked, "Silent Smith, microscopic forging needs at least three people.
Can he manage alone? " "Naturally he can. " The Silent Smith went on preparing to help the Butcher forge a saber, and said, "Five years ago it was he who told us of microscopic forging and divine-consciousness forging.
Now this brat comes running back to sponge off us; if he cannot learn it, we may as well beat him to death and dig a pit to bury him! " The Blind Elder nodded again and again: "The boy's cultivation is already above ours, but when it comes to our own distinctive skills, he is still far behind.
This brat, even his sponging is done with a clear conscience! " The Silent Smith said, "If we do not let him try for himself and temper himself, and rely only on us to teach him, he will never reach our level. Still, we too must push harder, lest the day come when we have nothing left to teach him.
" The Blind Elder, full of drive, laughed: "The stinking boy comes back to see us only once in a few years, and every time it is to learn something. If we had nothing to teach him, the boy would most likely want nothing more to do with us!