Chapter 331: Lin Mo

The entrance to Qianjun Pavilion.

Li Qiang gripped Zhao Meng’s arm tightly, sweat pouring down his body.

He never imagined this.

Feng Lao, Feng Cangqiong, is here too.

This is a big shot you normally only see on the news.

Li Qiang now wanted to slap Zhao Meng unconscious and drag him away right then.

He turned to Mo Qianjun and Feng Cangqiong, plastering on a smile.

“Sorry, sorry, Master Mo, Feng Lao!”

“My brother isn’t usually like this—he’s had a bit too much to drink today, his head’s not clear, he’s just babbling nonsense!”

As he spoke, Li Qiang tugged hard on Zhao Meng’s arm.

“Please don’t take him seriously! We’re leaving right now, right now!”

“Leave?”

Zhao Meng spoke up.

“Leave? Why leave?”

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

There was no fear in those eyes.

Only a deep, burning resentment.

“Li Qiang, let go of me.”

Zhao Meng shook off Li Qiang’s hand.

“Today, I’m damn well going to find out one thing.”

He looked at Feng Cangqiong.

“Feng Lao, you’re one of Longguo’s Five Elders—I believe your words.”

“I just want to know.”

“Who in this Qianjun Pavilion is so important that Master Mo and his five apprentices all came out together to forge a weapon for just one person?”

Zhao Meng stepped forward.

“I’m no big shot, but my life was won blade by blade in the dungeons.”

“Every coin I earned, every material I gathered, came with a drop of blood and a drop of sweat.”

“I just want an answer.”

“Why can’t I even meet one of your apprentices after preparing my materials for so long?”

I don't believe anyone has the qualification to make Master Mo and the five SS-rank smiths work together.

“Is that too much to ask?”

Feng Cangqiong looked at Zhao Meng.

This rough, muscular man radiated raw ferocity.

Stubborn.

But also utterly honest.

This kind of fearless candor—truly a man of character.

Feng Cangqiong smiled, speaking calmly:

“Alright, I’ll tell you.”

“The person inside is Lin Mo. This year’s Jin University freshman, Lin Mo.”

“...”

At those words,

Zhao Meng and Li Qiang froze in unison.

Lin Mo?

Why did that name sound so familiar?

Li Qiang’s mind raced, then he suddenly remembered something and spoke cautiously:

“Feng Lao, the Lin Mo you mean—isn’t it… the one from the Ten Nations Battlefield?”

“Correct.”

Feng Cangqiong nodded.

“That Lin Mo.”

Hearing Feng Lao’s confirmation,

Li Qiang’s pupils shrank sharply.

The Lin Mo from the Ten Nations Battlefield.

Of course they knew.

His name dominated every corner of Longguo’s internet right now.

He wiped out seven allied nations single-handedly!

Lin Mo was the current idol of every professional in Longguo.

“Holy shit...”

Li Qiang blurted out a curse without thinking.

Several seconds passed.

Then Zhao Meng finally processed it.

“So it’s him...”

Zhao Meng muttered, then suddenly laughed.

“Damn, if it’s Lin Mo, then I’ve got nothing to say.”

“Not just canceling my order.”

“Even if I had to wait ten more years, I wouldn’t complain a single word.”

Saying this,

Zhao Meng turned and slapped Li Qiang on the shoulder.

“Li! You hear that?”

“Didn’t I tell you? There’s a huge figure inside!”

“You didn’t believe me—you dragged me away!”

Li Qiang was utterly stunned.

“Huh?!”

“Wait...”

His face was full of disbelief.

Wasn’t it you who was causing a scene at the door demanding answers?

How did it suddenly become me dragging you away?

That’s some smooth blame-shifting.

“Enough! Stop talking!”

Zhao Meng didn’t give Li Qiang a chance to reply—he grabbed his arm.

“Let’s go, let’s go! Don’t stand around here!”

“If you delay Lin Mo the Master’s weapon forging, ten heads won’t be enough to pay for it!”

Saying this,

Zhao Meng dragged and pulled Li Qiang, sprinting toward the street corner.

As he ran, he waved back at Feng Cangqiong and Mo Qianjun on the steps.

“Feng Lao! Master Mo! Get inside and get to work!”

“Lin Mo the Master’s weapon is the priority!”

Li Qiang stumbled along, being dragged, yelling:

“Zhao Meng, can you at least have some dignity? You were the one causing trouble, and now you’re the first one running!”

“Shut up! Run faster!”

In an instant,

the two vanished at the end of Qian Duan Street.

On the steps,

Mo Qianjun watched their retreating backs and shook his head with a chuckle:

“Feng Old Ghost.”

“Why do I feel like Lin Mo’s name is more powerful than your three characters, Feng Cangqiong?”

Hearing this, Feng Cangqiong also shook his head and smiled.

“So what? It’s a good thing.”

“Longguo can’t rely forever on us old bones.”

“For a young man with this kind of prestige to emerge—that’s proof our nation has a future.”

Feng Cangqiong sighed.

“The waves behind push forward those ahead.”

“Old man that I am, I’d gladly die on the shore and rest in peace.”

Mo Qianjun laughed heartily.

“You old rascal, you’ve got a relaxed attitude.”

Mo Qianjun waved his hand.

“Enough with the nostalgia.”

He turned around.

“Go inside. It’s time to get down to business.”

Feng Cangqiong nodded and stepped forward to follow.

……

They passed through the front hall of Qianjun Pavilion.

The group arrived at the forging hall in the back courtyard.

As Lin Mo stepped inside.

A wave of scorching heat slammed into him.

This heat was many times hotter than the temperature on the streets outside.

The hall was enormous.

It spanned the width of two basketball courts, with a ceiling soaring over ten meters high.

At the center of the hall.

Stood a massive dark red forging furnace.

Its surface was covered in array patterns, radiating brilliant light.

At the furnace’s base.

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 Qianjun Pavilion.”

The flame beneath is 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 taboo-class exclusive weapon.”

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 the arrays and materials.

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

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 grave.

“Lin Mo, forging a taboo-class exclusive weapon is no small matter.”

“Even with me and these five unworthy disciples working together, success is by no means guaranteed.”

Hearing this, Lin Mo nodded seriously.

“I understand.”

“Just do your best, Master Mo.”

Mo Qianjun continued:

“Before we ignite the furnace, I must explain the entire process to you.”

“So you’re mentally prepared.”

Lin Mo listened attentively.

To be honest, he didn’t fully 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 exclusive weapon you’ve chosen as the base, into the Starfire Furnace.”

“Using the earth vein flame, we will completely melt them, purify impurities, and infuse the energy of the Divine Casting Stone into the weapon’s embryo.”

“If there’s the slightest misstep, the materials will be ruined on the spot.”

Here, 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 attributes of the weapon.”

Hearing the words “special attributes,”

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 powerful the attributes become.”

“If you want a fire-attribute taboo-class exclusive weapon,”

“Simply flood the array with your own fire element while it’s active.”

“But if you want a dual-attribute weapon…”

Mo Qianjun’s tone grew solemn.

“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 fraction more, not a fraction less.”

He sighed.

“To be honest,”

“Dual-attribute taboo-class exclusive weapons are exceedingly rare in Dragon Nation’s entire history.”

Saying this,

Mo Qianjun stared directly into Lin Mo’s eyes.

“So think carefully.”

“Which attribute do you want for your exclusive weapon?”