Chapter 347: Who the hell is he calling out to?

Qianjun Pavilion, forging hall.

With Mo Qianjun’s words spoken.

All five apprentices present halted their actions.

Wei Yan, as the senior disciple, had the most composed temperament.

He exhaled slowly, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Continuous high-intensity mental manipulation had left even him, an SS-rank forger, slightly fatigued.

A brief rest was certainly welcome.

Xiao Li and Lu Mingzhang exchanged a glance from nearby.

They had long felt their limbs aching.

Finally, they could take a break.

Most importantly,

they could witness the famed “greatest prodigy in history,” now spoken of in near-mythical terms, in action.

Xiao Li chuckled.

“Master.”

“We’re lucky to get this chance.”

“Finally, we can see with our own eyes the legendary prowess of this so-called greatest prodigy in history.”

Lu Mingzhang quickly chimed in beside him.

“Yes, Master.”

“My ears are practically calloused from hearing about him these past few days.”

“I’ve been dying to see him in person.”

Mo Qianjun glanced at the two apprentices.

“Enough.”

“Stop talking nonsense. If you want to watch, just follow quietly.”

Mo Qianjun waved his hand.

Then he turned to Feng Cangqiong, smiling warmly.

“Shall we go?”

Feng Cangqiong nodded with a smile.

“Let’s go.”

…

The group followed the internal corridor of Qianjun Pavilion toward the training yard in the back.

Along the way,

Feng Cangqiong walked with his hands behind his back, side by side with Mo Qianjun at the front.

“Feng the old ghost,”

Mo Qianjun asked curiously:

“You just said Lin Mo has mastered a new high-grade wind technique?”

He chuckled.

“If I’m not mistaken,”

“it’s your signature high-grade wind technique, ‘Rending Heaven Wind Blade,’ right? That move has always been your trademark.”

“Didn’t you use it to kill plenty of Adams’ men back in the day?”

Hearing Mo Qianjun’s flattery,

“Hahahaha…”

Feng Cangqiong laughed, then shook his head.

“Yes and no.”

“Huh?”

Mo Qianjun paused, startled.

It’s either yes or no.

Not yes or not yes.

What does “yes and no” even mean?

Feng Cangqiong glanced at the bewildered Mo Qianjun and smiled faintly:

“I did show the boy ‘Rending Heaven Wind Blade,’ and I did intend to teach it to him.”

“But the problem is, the boy doesn’t follow convention…”

Feng Cangqiong paused, sighed.

“In just one night, the boy improved upon my ‘Rending Heaven Wind Blade’ and created an entirely new high-grade wind technique.”

“….”

Mo Qianjun froze.

Not only had he mastered a high-grade technique—he had invented one?

Is that even possible?

“This talent…”

Mo Qianjun involuntarily turned to look at Lin Mo behind him, his eyes filled with admiration.

“Truly a once-in-a-millennium prodigy…”

Feng Cangqiong smiled.

“The name’s quite bold.”

“Called ‘Rending Heaven Storm.’”

“Rending Heaven Storm?”

Mo Qianjun stroked his chin.

“From the name alone…”

“Has he turned it into an area-of-effect damage technique?”

Feng Cangqiong nodded.

“Sounds like it.”

Mo Qianjun was surprised.

“You can even modify it like that? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

Feng Cangqiong kept his hands behind his back.

“Who knows?”

“That boy is strange indeed.”

“We’ll see the power when we reach the training yard.”

…

Listening to the conversation ahead,

Xiao Li and Lu Mingzhang, walking behind, exchanged glances.

They lowered their voices and whispered to each other.

Xiao Li sneered, clearly unconvinced.

“Pfft.”

“What’s there to improve?”

Xiao Li muttered under his breath:

“Feng’s ‘Rending Heaven Wind Blade’ already has the highest single-target damage among all high-grade techniques.”

“It’s universally recognized as the strongest wind high-grade technique.”

“How do you even improve it? Where do you improve it?”

Lu Mingzhang nodded in agreement, whispering softly.

“Exactly.”

“And just listen to the name.”

“Rending Heaven Storm?”

“Improving it? Turning single-target into area-of-effect? That’s completely opposite directions!”

Lu Mingzhang shook his head.

“How much damage can area-of-effect possibly do?”

“When that storm hits the training yard, it won’t even scratch the surface of our giant wooden stakes!”

“Let alone cut through them!”

Xiao Li laughed quietly, continuing to mutter.

“How could it possibly cut through?”

“Even ordinary wind magic kings, with their skill fully mastered, can’t always cut those specially made stakes with standard high-grade area techniques!”

One is a maximally compressed monolith, one is dispersed power.

“They’re completely different things!”

"Moreover..."

Xiao Li grew more convinced with every word he spoke.

"Lin Mo has only just grasped it after one night."

"In terms of skill comprehension, Lin Mo is truly outrageous."

"But how could he possibly max out the proficiency right away?"

"I bet when the time comes, that skill’s damage will just be scratching the surface against our custom wooden stakes."

Lu Mingzhang sighed, looking deeply regretful.

"Sigh, I have to say."

"We simply don’t understand the mindset of this generation’s greatest prodigy."

"He refuses to take the safe, steady path."

"He insists on courting death."

"He won’t settle for a perfect single-element or even dual-element legendary weapon."

"He insists on pursuing a five-element perfect-word weapon—with near-zero success rate!"

Lu Mingzhang shook his head.

"It’s the same now."

"He won’t learn the strongest single-target high-grade wind skill, 'Sky-Splitting Wind Blade,' from Wind Master."

"He insists on inventing some kind of area-of-effect storm."

Xiao Li nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Exactly..."

"In my opinion,"

"It would be so much better to follow Wind Master and master that single-target 'Sky-Splitting Wind Blade!'"

"That skill’s single-target power is absolutely terrifying!"

Xiao Li gestured with his hands.

"I’d guess that even if you brought over a random pig, it could slice right through our custom wooden stakes."

"What’s the point of all this 'improvement'? He’s just overfed and bored..."

Though their voices were lowered as much as possible,

Yan Lie and Lin Mo, walking just ahead of them, still heard every word.

Yan Lie’s face turned crimson.

A pig that learned Sky-Splitting Wind Blade could slice through our custom wooden stakes?

I couldn’t even do that.

Who the hell are they pointing at?

Next they’ll be shouting my ID number!

Yan Lie’s temper could no longer be contained.

He stopped walking, spun around sharply, and glared fiercely at Xiao Li and Lu Mingzhang.

"Hey! Hey!"

"What are you two whispering about?"

"Dare you say it again?"

Yan Lie’s sudden shout startled Xiao Li and Lu Mingzhang badly.

They never imagined their hushed voices could be heard so clearly by the former Youth Association chairman!

But they were talking about Lin Mo.

Why are you, former Youth Association chairman, jumping in like this?

What are you doing stepping forward, former president of the Youth Association?