Chapter 331: Lin Mo's name carries more weight than yours

Outside the gates of Thousand Jun Pavilion.

Li Qiang gripped Zhao Meng's arm in a death hold, cold sweat pouring off him.

He never could have imagined—

Feng-la, Feng Cangqiong, was here too.

These were the kind of big shots you only ever saw on the news.

Right now Li Qiang just wanted to slap Zhao Meng out cold and drag him away.

He turned toward Mo Qianjun and Feng Cangqiong, a smile plastered all over his face.

"Sorry, sorry about that, Mo-la, Feng-la!"

"My buddy here isn't usually like this—he had a bit to drink today, his head's not clear, just talking nonsense!"

Li Qiang spoke as he yanked hard on Zhao Meng.

"Please, you two, don't take it to heart! We're leaving right now, right now!"

"Leave?"

Zhao Meng spoke up.

"Leave what leave."

He raised his head, staring straight at Feng Cangqiong and Mo Qianjun.

In those eyes, there was no fear.

Only a stubborn unwillingness.

"Li Qiang, let go of me."

Zhao Meng shook Li Qiang's hand off.

"Today, damn it, I just want to get one thing straight."

He looked at Feng Cangqiong.

"Feng-la, you're one of the Five Elders of Dragon Nation—your word, I trust it."

"I just want to know."

"Inside this Thousand Jun Pavilion, who the hell is it that could get Mo-la and all five of his disciples to mobilize together, joining forces to forge a weapon for one single person?"

Zhao Meng stepped forward, pressing in.

"I, Zhao Meng, am no big shot, but this life of mine was hacked together, slash by slash, inside Team Fuben."

"My money, my materials—every drop of it was traded for blood and sweat."

"I just want an explanation."

"I just want to know—why is it that the materials I spent so long preparing, in the end I can't even get a glimpse of one of his disciples?"

"I don't believe anyone could have that kind of qualification—getting Mo-la and five SS-rank Forgemasters to act at the same time."

"Is that asking too much?"

Feng Cangqiong looked at Zhao Meng.

This rough, burly man, all corded muscle, every inch of him radiating a fierce, vicious air.

Stubborn as hell.

But also open and aboveboard.

That backbone bold enough to speak the truth—he really was a real man.

Feng Cangqiong smiled and said calmly:

"Fine, I'll tell you."

"The person inside is Lin Mo. This year's Jingda freshman, Lin Mo."

"……"

The moment those words landed—

Zhao Meng and Li Qiang both froze at the same time.

Lin Mo?

Why does that name sound so familiar?

Li Qiang's mind spun at top speed, suddenly thought of something, and carefully ventured:

"Feng-la, the Lin Mo you're talking about—could it be… the one from the Nations' Battlefield?"

"That's right."

Feng Cangqiong nodded.

"That Lin Mo."

Hearing Feng-la's confirmation—

Li Qiang's pupils suddenly contracted.

That Lin Mo from the Nations' Battlefield.

Of course they knew.

Right now, across the entire Dragon Nation internet, the discussions about him were everywhere, an overwhelming flood.

Single-handedly, he wiped out the seven-nation allied force!

Lin Mo was, right now, the idol of every professional in Dragon Nation.

"Holy shit…"

Li Qiang instinctively blurted out a curse.

A full several seconds passed.

Only then did Zhao Meng react.

"So it was him…"

Zhao Meng muttered, then suddenly laughed.

"Damn, if it's Lin Mo, then I really have nothing to say."

"Let alone having one of my orders pushed back."

"Even if you asked me, Zhao Meng, to wait another ten years, I wouldn't have a single word of complaint."

At this point.

Zhao Meng turned his head and slapped Li Qiang on the shoulder.

"Old Li! You hear that?"

"I told you long ago, didn't I? There's definitely some big-shot inside!"

"You damn fool still didn't believe me, insisted on dragging me away!"

Li Qiang was completely dumbfounded.

"Huh?!"

"No…"

His face was full of bewilderment.

Wasn't it you, Zhao Meng, making a fuss at the door demanding an explanation just now?

How did it turn around in a blink into me dragging you away?

That blame-shifting was a little too smooth, wasn't it?

"Alright, alright! Cut the crap!"

Zhao Meng didn't give Li Qiang any chance to explain, grabbing his arm in one swift motion.

"Move, move! Don't just stand there!"

"If you delay Big Shot Lin Mo from forging weapons, ten heads on you, Old Li, wouldn't be enough to pay for it!"

Saying so.

Zhao Meng half-dragged, half-hauled Li Qiang, sprinting toward the end of the street.

While running, he turned back and waved at Feng Cangqiong and Mo Qianjun on the steps.

"Feng! Mo! You two elders better hurry inside and get busy!"

"Big Shot Lin Mo's weapon takes priority!"

Li Qiang was dragged along stumbling, cursing as he ran:

"Zhao Meng, you son of a bitch, could you have some shame? You were the one making a fuss just now, and now you're the one running the fastest!"

"Shut up! Run faster!"

In the blink of an eye.

The two of them disappeared at the end of Thousand Forging Street.

……

On the steps.

Mo Qianjun watched the two men's retreating backs, couldn't help but shake his head, and teased:

"Old ghost Feng."

"Why do I feel that now this kid Lin Mo's name carries more weight than your three words, Feng Cangqiong?"

Feng Cangqiong heard this and also shook his head with a smile.

"What's there to it? This is a good thing."

"Dragon Country can't always rely on us old bones to hold things up."

"Only when young people with this kind of reputation start to emerge does it prove Dragon Country has worthy successors."

Feng Cangqiong sighed.

"The waves behind the Yangtze push forward the waves ahead."

"This old man, me, can't wait to die on the beach sooner, so I can peacefully enjoy some quiet blessings."

Mo Qianjun burst out laughing.

"You old fellow, you do take it easy."

Mo Qianjun waved his hand.

"Alright, stop getting sentimental."

He turned around.

"Let's go in, time to get down to business."

Feng Cangqiong nodded and stepped forward to follow.

……

Passing through the front hall of Qianjun Pavilion.

The group arrived at the forging hall located in the rear courtyard.

The moment Lin Mo stepped in here.

A wave of scalding heat rushed toward him.

This heat was countless times higher than the temperature on the street outside.

The hall's space was enormous.

As wide as two basketball courts, and the vaulted ceiling reached over ten meters high.

In the very center of the hall.

Stood a massive dark-red forging furnace.

The furnace body was covered in array patterns, emitting a brilliant glow.

And at the bottom of the furnace.

A blinding flame burned quietly.

Yan Lie leaned close to Lin Mo and whispered:

"Lin Mo, this is the Starfire Furnace."

"The treasured artifact of the Thousand Jun Pavilion."

The flame beneath is the supreme earth vein fire, directly drawn from the deepest depths of the earth vein.

"Master Mo rarely ever activates this furnace—only when forging a Forbidden-Class Special Weapon does he use it."

Lin Mo nodded.

At this moment.

Mo Qianjun's five disciples had each taken their positions at five corners of the hall.

They began checking the status of all arrays and materials.

Han Shuang stood before the workbench, carefully verifying the rare ores and auxiliary materials laid out upon it.

After confirming everything was correct, she turned her head:

"Master, all auxiliary materials are in place."

"The arrays are operating normally."

Mo Qianjun nodded.

He turned to face Lin Mo, his expression Serious.

"Lin Mo, forging a Forbidden-Class Special Weapon is no trivial matter."

"Even with me and these five unworthy disciples working together, the success rate is by no means one hundred percent."

Hearing this, Lin Mo nodded seriously.

"I understand."

"Just do your best, Master Mo."

Mo Qianjun continued:

"Before we officially ignite the furnace, I need to explain the entire process to you."

"So you can mentally prepare."

Lin Mo listened attentively.

To be honest, he didn't truly understand the forging system.

Mo Qianjun spoke slowly:

"Phase One: Melting and Reshaping."

"We will place the Divine Casting Stone you brought back, along with the Legendary-Class Special Weapon you intend to use as the base, into the Starfire Furnace."

"Using the earth vein flame, we will completely melt them, remove impurities, and infuse the energy of the Divine Casting Stone into the weapon's embryo."

"If there is the slightest misstep, the materials will be ruined on the spot."

At this, Mo Qianjun paused.

"But don't worry—with me here, the chance of failure in Phase One is very low."

Lin Mo nodded.

Mo Qianjun continued:

"Phase Two is the most critical."

This phase determines the final form and special properties of the weapon.

Upon hearing the words "special properties,"

Lin Mo's eyes flickered.

Feng Lao had mentioned this term earlier in the car.

Mo Qianjun explained:

In this phase, your control over elemental energy determines how strong the properties will be.

"If you want a fire-attribute Forbidden-Class Special Weapon,

it's simple—just flood the array with your own fire element while it's active."

"But if you want a dual-attribute Special Weapon…"

Mo Qianjun's tone turned Serious.

"The difficulty multiplies."

"You must pour in as much elemental energy as possible while maintaining perfect balance between the two elements."

"Exactly half and half—not a single bit more, not a single bit less."

He sighed.

"To be honest,"

"in all of Longguo's history, dual-attribute Forbidden-Class Special Weapons are exceedingly rare."

At this point,

Mo Qianjun stared directly into Lin Mo's eyes.

"So think carefully."

"Which attribute do you want your Special Weapon to have?"