I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 650 650 Mo Yi: I Want to Forge a Peerless Divine Weapon
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"No, you didn't wander into the Wendao Sect by accident; heaven's will guided you straight here." Qing Song replied with a gentle smile.
Mo Yi's face shifted a bit upon those words, doubt clouding his features as he questioned: "Does that mean the Wendao Sect is another spot for crafting divine weapons? But young friend, you don't seem like a weapon forger at all."
A smile played on Qing Song's lips as he clarified: "You're right, I'm no weapon forger, and the Wendao Sect has no such cultivators among us—until your arrival changed that."
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Questions swirled in Mo Yi's mind as he gazed at the young man before him, then he spoke calmly: "I didn't come here to forge weapons, though; my goal was to master a skill."
Qing Song responded leisurely: "I'm aware you seek to learn a craft. My master, the Dao Ancestor, commands knowledge of every path under the heavens. Artifact refining is just a small branch to him, so of course, he knows it well."
"Is that really so?"
Mo Yi remained skeptical of the claims. In his heart, he wondered: where could anyone exist who knows everything and holds all power? Not even the fabled three ancestors reached such heights.
"Follow me to meet Master, and you'll see for yourself; it won't take longer than brewing a cup of tea."
As he finished, Qing Song turned and walked away. He felt certain that once this man laid eyes on Master, he'd decide to join the Wendao Sect without hesitation.
After a brief pause, Mo Yi trailed after Qing Song. Curiosity burned in him to verify if this Dao Ancestor truly matched the youth's glowing description.
Soon enough, they entered a grand hall, one behind the other. Mo Yi's gaze instinctively lifted to the figure on the throne, where a divine-like man sat in majestic repose.
A mere casual glance from that man sent overwhelming pressure crashing down on Mo Yi. Instinctively, he dropped to his knees and uttered with deep respect: "I pay respects to the Dao Ancestor."
From nearby, Qing Song added his own reverence: "I pay respects to Master."
"Stand up."
Chu Feng's eyes briefly scanned Mo Yi as he commanded.
"Gratitude, Dao Ancestor/Master."
With that, both rose and remained still in place, awaiting further words.
Chu Feng went on: "What is your name?"
Even that simple phrase weighed heavily on Mo Yi, an unseen force unlike anything before—not even bowing to the Witch God had brought such intensity. He quickly answered: "In response to the Dao Ancestor, I am but Mo Yi."
Chu Feng: "What Great Way do you seek to pursue in my Wendao Sect?"
"To answer the Dao Ancestor, I yearn to follow the path of artifact refining, crafting a supreme divine weapon to shield humanity from the tyranny of the myriad races." Mo Yi voiced his lofty aspiration.
A smile curved Chu Feng's lips as he said: "Young one, your dreams run deep. Yet tools lack life; depending solely on them to safeguard humanity falls short."
"Senior speaks wisdom, yet this junior is determined to try. No matter the end result, I aim to gift humanity an unmatched divine weapon. Might I ask if senior would instruct me?" Mo Yi bowed his head in deference.
"Of course, I will."
Chu Feng paused briefly before adding: "As the proverb states: better to teach fishing than hand over the fish. Instead of merely bequeathing a weapon, why not pass down an eternal technique for forging divine weapons, honored through ages?"
Mo Yi's eyes sparkled at the idea, and he whispered: "How did this escape my thoughts? My thanks to senior for the enlightenment."
"This is no grand enlightenment; just a small realization of mine. Would you care to remain in the Wendao Sect and study artifact refining?" Chu Feng inquired warmly. He admired the young man's spirit greatly, and his sect truly needed someone versed in artifact refining.
"This junior gladly accepts."
Mo Yi dropped to his knees once more, offering three deep bows to Chu Feng: "Master, receive these three bows from your disciple."
Chu Feng nodded approvingly, extending his hand to gently lift Mo Yi: "Very well, I'll impart a technique of artifact refining to you. Adapt and refine it to suit your vision, then share it with humanity."
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Stunned, Mo Yi queried with evident confusion: "Master, why should this disciple alter your technique for artifact refining?"
Chu Feng smiled and elaborated: "Each person stands alone. Techniques evolve uniquely in every hand; craft it in the way that best fits you."
Mo Yi nodded in contemplation: "Master's wisdom shines bright."
Chu Feng offered no further words. With a light point of his finger, a beam of light shot into Mo Yi's mind. Moments later, a full artifact refining method bloomed within his Sea of Divine Consciousness.
The deeper Mo Yi delved, the more thrilled he grew, flames of eagerness igniting in his stare. He felt profoundly lucky for heeding Senior Brother Qing Song and meeting Master; else, this priceless technique would have slipped away.
"For now, meditate on this method. On the first and fifteenth of each month, I'll lecture and resolve doubts for you. Simply join your senior brothers for those sessions." With that, Chu Feng vanished from view.
Mo Yi offered a slight bow toward the empty space. Qing Song grinned and said: "Little Junior Brother, follow me; I'll show you to your quarters."
Mo Yi: "Many thanks for your help, Senior Brother."
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Life for the Wendao Sect disciples flowed much as it always had. Mo Yi, after his early astonishment, settled into the sect's rhythm over time.
His senior brothers boasted not just immense power but also kind words; he found himself truly fond of the place.
Three years flew by in an instant. In that span, the Long River Tribe faced a phoenix assault. Chu Feng's divine statue quelled the threat, sparing the tribe from destruction.
Like the Sky Fire Tribe before them, the Long River Tribe chose to honor Chu Feng in their ancestral halls, offering the phoenix as sacrifice to him, which compelled another round of pill refining from afar.
As dawn barely touched the Wendao Sect's skies, a shocking thunderclap crashed down, aimed straight at the artifact refining chamber.
Rumble!
The boom jolted the cultivating disciples awake, sending them soaring toward the artifact refining chamber.
A massive breach yawned overhead in the chamber's roof. Before questions could spill from their lips about Mo Yi's mishap, hearty laughter erupted from inside.
"Hahaha..."
"I did it!"
"I succeeded!"
Ji Jiuwu and the rest froze in place. In unison, they sent their divine senses probing into the chamber, eager to uncover what had befallen their little junior brother.
There emerged Mo Yi, clutching a hammer wreathed in fiery glow. He announced to the group: "Senior brothers, I've forged a top-grade spiritual weapon; success is mine!"
All eyes locked onto the hammer in Mo Yi's grasp. A thorough inspection later, intense excitement flared in their gazes.
"Little Junior Brother, you actually pulled it off!"
"You're one incredible kid!"
"..."
Voices rose in a chorus, the crowd encircling Mo Yi like stars orbiting the moon.
Meanwhile, Chu Feng stirred from his slumber to a system alert: "Host has led a disciple to pioneer the Great Way of Artifact Refining in this realm; reward of 99 Dao Rhyme granted."
It had arrived at last.
Murmuring those words in his sleep, Chu Feng drifted back into dreams...
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