Chapter 332: Old Man, I

Which element should your exclusive weapon be?

Lin Mo frowned slightly.

In the skill bar.

“Fireball Spell” popped up first.

【“Fire! Definitely fire!”】

【“As the head of this family, I must be chosen! Besides, I’m destined to become a forbidden spell! Master, pick fire— you won’t regret it!”】

“Ice Spike Spell” let out a cold laugh.

【“You’re the head? Who recognizes you?”】

【“If you can become a forbidden spell, do you think I couldn’t?”】

【“Master, don’t listen to it— pick ice.”】

【“That fiery ugly thing would embarrass you just by being seen.”】

“Fireball Spell” spun around sharply.

【“Who are you calling ugly?”】

【“You’re the ice stick that’s ugly!”】

“Ice Spike Spell” rolled its eyes.

【“Getting flustered.”】

Even the usually aloof “Lightning Strike Spell” couldn’t help but speak up.

【“Pick lightning.”】

【“Only the absolute wrath of divine punishment deserves the word ‘forbidden.’ You’re arguing in vain.”】

Seeing that Big Brother, Third Brother, and Fourth Sister had all spoken up,

“Earth Shield Spell” could no longer sit still.

【“Master! Don’t play favorites!”】

【“Little Earth and I have always been thinking of your safety! We may not have earned glory, but we’ve earned our sweat!”】

Saying this,

Little Earth dragged Little Wind into it.

【“Little Five, say something too!”】

“Wind Blade Spell,” called out by Second Brother, blinked dazedly and poked its head out.

【“Huh? Pick what?”】

【“Um… Little Wind feels… a wind-exclusive weapon should be really fast, right?”】

Little Earth’s eyes lit up.

【“Exactly! Wind-exclusive weapons are fast! When Master holds it on the battlefield, enemies can’t even grab your sleeve!”】

【“Add earth on top— tough and fast! That’s called… retreat to advance! Run to defend!”】

“Fireball Spell” could no longer bear it.

【“Damn it.”】

【“Run to defend? Why not die to live?”】

“Ice Spike Spell” delivered the final blow.

【“Little Five was such a promising kid— now he’s turned into Wind Runner thanks to Second Brother.”】

【“Tsk tsk.”】

“Earth Shield Spell” gritted its teeth.

【“What do you mean ‘led astray’? That’s teaching according to talent!”】

Chatter erupted.

Lin Mo’s head throbbed.

“Enough. Stop arguing.”

As soon as he spoke,

The skills fell silent instantly.

But silence didn’t mean peace.

Lin Mo could feel the subtle, simmering jealousy.

Five skills, none willing to yield to another.

Why choose you over me?

Lin Mo sighed inwardly.

Pick one?

Impossible.

All five were ancestors.

And besides,

Honestly, he didn’t want to pick any.

A Five-Element Sovereign— why settle for just one element’s exclusive weapon?

Lin Mo lifted his head and looked at Mo Qianjun.

“Mo Lao, uh…”

“What if I said I want all five elements?”

…

Mo Qianjun fell silent.

His brows knotted tightly, his expression grim.

After several seconds, he spoke:

“All five?”

“Lin Mo, don’t joke.”

“I know you’re a Five-Element Body with deep foundations.”

“But even so, one person’s control over five elements will always be uneven.”

“It’s hard… no, utterly impossible to achieve perfect balance.”

Mo Qianjun pleaded earnestly:

“Balancing two elements is already as hard as climbing to heaven.”

“Five? That’s nearly impossible…”

“And divine forging stones aren’t easy to come by.”

“If this fails, when will the next divine forging stone appear? Who knows?”

Feng Cangqiong beside him also frowned.

He stepped forward and patted Lin Mo’s shoulder.

“Lin Mo, Mo Lao is right.”

“Your idea is too reckless.”

“Think clearly— aim for a perfect single-element trait, or even try for a dual-element one. That’s more than enough.”

Feng Cangqiong looked at Lin Mo.

“I know you’re confident, but confidence and recklessness are two different things.”

Lin Mo listened to their advice.

He fell silent for two seconds.

Then he smiled.

“It’s fine.”

“Go with all five.”

No choice.

His home housed five ancestors.

If he didn’t treat them equally today, how could he ever lead them?

Besides, his skills all had independent consciousness.

Maybe if they coordinated, they could achieve perfect balance and forge the first five-element perfect trait?

…

By the workbench,

Jiang Yunshang and Han Shuang both felt their hearts drop.

All five elements?!

In their entire lives, they’d never seen— no, never even heard of such a thing!

This Lin Mo truly didn’t treat divine forging stones as treasures.

Just wasting them like this?

The two exchanged glances, each seeing the same helplessness in the other’s eyes.

No choice.

In this setting, they had no right to speak.

Let him do as he wishes…

…

Mo Qianjun, seeing he could not dissuade Lin Mo, turned to look at Feng Cangqiong.

His gaze clearly said: Say something, then.

Feng Cangqiong met that look, then turned his head toward Lin Mo.

He looked at Lin Mo’s calm, confident eyes.

He fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly,

Feng Cangqiong sighed.

“Fine.”

“Then go with five elements.”

“???”

Mo Qianjun’s eyes widened.

“Wait, Feng Old Ghost, you… you’re serious?”

Feng Cangqiong looked at Mo Qianjun and gave a bitter smile.

“You don’t understand.”

“Since Lin Mo came to Jingda, he’s been creating miracles.”

“No matter how absurd the task, no matter how impossible everyone thought it was—on him, it always succeeded.”

He waved his hand.

“Let him have his way.”

“You…”

Mo Qianjun fell silent.

Beside them, Lin Mo smiled faintly at Old Mo.

“Old Mo, don’t worry.”

“As for mastering elemental balance…”

“If even I can’t achieve absolute balance in this world…”

“Then no one can.”

Lin Mo tilted his chin slightly.

That supreme confidence was utterly unhidden.

At these words,

Every eye in the forging hall fixed on Lin Mo.

Arrogant.

Too arrogant.

But…

Jiang Yunshang stared into Lin Mo’s eyes.

Calm. Confident.

For some reason,

A strange, absurd feeling stirred in her heart…

As if…

He really could do it.

Jiang Yunshang’s heartbeat quickened slightly.

Five-element perfect traits.

If it truly succeeded,

This weapon would become an absolute divine artifact, worthy of being recorded in Longguo’s—and all of humanity’s—history.

This mad challenge of the impossible,

Held a deadly allure for any forger.

…

Mo Qianjun stared at Lin Mo.

For several long seconds.

Then he burst out laughing.

“Hahahaha…”

“Fine!”

He slammed his palm onto the nearby forging platform.

“If none of you care about wasting Divine Casting Stone, why should I be the one worrying?”

As he spoke,

A fanatic passion of a master craftsman blazed in Mo Qianjun’s eyes.

He tore off his long robe.

Revealing the solid muscle beneath.

“Five elements? Fine!”

“Old man I am, today I’ll go mad with you!”