Chapter 1213

Forgers could always forge all manner of strange things, shaping bizarre objects from simple materials — for a time, this even caused a huge sensation within the Zaoshigong Society.

Back then, all sorts of forgers, in order to prove their ability, used things like ice and stones picked up from the roadside to shape and carve objects of extreme difficulty.

President Huoerde recalled that there had once been a rare talent who was both painter and forger, and who had carved an ice sculpture of love — a lifelike male figure with arms folded across his chest, smiling foolishly — winning him the title of strongest at the time.

Now, was that scene from back then about to play out all over again?

Or would Lin Cheng lose at this hurdle?

Crafting things from ice was already incomparably difficult; who would have thought he'd also have to use ice to shape and carve a human figure.

Even taking a step back, suppose Lin Cheng really did carve it out — how on earth were they supposed to judge it?

After all, blades and swords are dead objects, but a human figure is alive; scoring a human figure is far harder than evaluating a blade or sword.

A thousand people have a thousand tastes — that saying is no empty talk.

Just as President Huoerde was worrying for him, Lin Cheng had already taken out his trusty iron hammer, approached a block of adult-sized ice given by the formation, his face utterly solemn — judging by the size of the ice, it should be possible to carve a human figure out of it.

But who should he carve?

At that moment, Miss Qianhui's image — her fiery temper, her cute and silly adorable self — instinctively rose in Lin Cheng's mind.

If he were to carve an ice sculpture, how should he bring out Miss Qianhui's special air?

Forget it, just carve whatever — passing the test is enough.

After Lin Cheng made up his mind, he closed his eyes and rapidly conceived the image of Miss Qianhui in his mind.

Dressed in a brocade flowing-immortal gown, one hand slightly cupped before her belly, the other hanging down with a trailing sleeve.

Half-veiling her features, head tilted to the side, gaze both shy and full of anticipation — like a newly-wed maiden seeing her husband for the first time — so adorable it was simply explosive.

Some forgers outside the door, seeing Lin Cheng hesitate to begin, couldn't help urging him to start.

But after President Huoerde glared at them, those people dared not speak another word, afraid of disturbing Lin Cheng's reverie.

Before long, Lin Cheng suddenly opened his eyes; every detail of the ice sculpture had been conceived in his mind.

Now!

He then swung down the hammer, tapping the ice block lightly with one strike — instantly, the entire ice block emitted a crack-crack sound, its surface covered in fractures.

Everyone present widened their eyes and held their breath, because Lin Cheng's utterly simple hammer strike had, along with it, shattered all their expectations.

Quite a few even felt Lin Cheng had given up on himself, simply smashing the ice block with one strike and calling it done.

But no one expected that, once the outer layer of the ice had all fallen away, crashing down with a clatter, inside the ice block there appeared an absolute beauty — standing there in matchless grace and beauty, one small hand half-veiling her features, her gaze shy and full of anticipation — simply a stroke of divine genius.

This ice-sculpted fairy, vivid and lifelike, though without a trace of color, displayed a unique holy beauty.

"A perfect rendition!"