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

"No, you did not stray into the Wendao Sect by mistake; it was the guidance of heaven that brought you to the Wendao Sect." Qing Song remarked with a gentle smile.

Mo Yi's face shifted a bit at these words, doubt clouding his expression as he questioned: "Does that mean the Wendao Sect is yet another spot for crafting divine weapons? Still, young friend, you don't appear to be a weapon forger at all."

With a grin, Qing Song clarified: "You're right that I'm no weapon forger, and the Wendao Sect has no such cultivators among us, but with your arrival, that changes now."

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A flood of confusion filled Mo Yi's mind as he gazed at the young man before him, and he responded calmly: "Yet I didn't journey here to forge weapons; my goal was to master a skill."

Qing Song replied steadily: "I'm aware you seek to learn a craft. My master, the Dao Ancestor, commands knowledge of every path under the heavens. To him, artifact refining is just a small branch, so of course he grasps it fully."

"Is that really so?"

Mo Yi remained skeptical of the young man's claims. In his heart, he wondered: where in all the world existed someone all-knowing and all-powerful? Not even the fabled three ancestors had reached such heights.

"Follow me to meet Master, and you'll see for yourself; it won't take more than the time to brew a cup of tea."

As he finished speaking, Qing Song turned and walked away. He felt certain that once this man laid eyes on Master, he'd decide to remain in the Wendao Sect.

Mo Yi paused briefly but soon trailed after Qing Song. He needed to witness personally whether this Dao Ancestor truly matched the young man's glowing description.

Moments later, they entered a grand hall, one following the other. Mo Yi instinctively glanced toward the figure on the throne, beholding a man who seemed like a god from the heavens.

A mere indifferent look from that man pressed down heavily on Mo Yi, forcing him to drop to his knees as he uttered with deep respect: "I pay respects to the Dao Ancestor."

From nearby, Qing Song added his own respectful words: "I pay respects to Master."

"Rise."

Chu Feng cast a brief look at Mo Yi and commanded.

"Thank you, Dao Ancestor/Master."

The pair then rose and stood silently in place, unmoving.

Chu Feng went on: "What is your name?"

Even this simple query weighed upon Mo Yi like a mountain. Such unseen force was utterly new to him; not once, even in homage to the Witch God, had he sensed anything like it. He answered swiftly: "In response to the Dao Ancestor, I am Mo Yi, your humble servant."

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 the lofty dream burning within him.

A smile crossed Chu Feng's face as he said: "Young one, your aspirations run deep. But tools lack life; depending solely on them to safeguard humanity falls short."

"Senior speaks wisely, yet this junior is determined to try. No matter the end result, I aim to gift humanity a supreme divine weapon. Might I ask if senior would instruct me?" Mo Yi bowed his head in reverence.

"Of course I will."

Chu Feng halted briefly before adding: "As the proverb states: better to teach fishing than to hand over a fish. Instead of merely bequeathing a single weapon, why not pass down a forging technique for divine weapons that echoes through the ages?"

Mo Yi's eyes sparkled at this, and he whispered: "How did I overlook that? My thanks to senior for this enlightenment."

"This is scarcely enlightenment; just a small realization of mine. Would you care to join the Wendao Sect and study artifact refining?" Chu Feng inquired smilingly. He approved of this youth's character, and his Wendao Sect truly needed someone versed in artifact refining.

"This junior gladly accepts."

With that, Mo Yi dropped to his knees and offered three full bows to Chu Feng: "Master, receive these three bows from your disciple."

Chu Feng nodded, lifted his hand gently, and assisted Mo Yi to stand: "Very well, I'll impart to you a technique for artifact refining. From there, refine it further to suit your vision and 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?"

Smiling, Chu Feng elaborated: "Each person stands alone. In different hands, every method evolves uniquely; shape it to fit what serves you best."

Mo Yi nodded in contemplation: "Master's wisdom shines bright."

Chu Feng offered no further words. With a casual point, a beam of light shot into Mo Yi's mind. Before long, a full artifact refining technique took form in Mo Yi's Sea of Divine Consciousness.

The deeper Mo Yi delved, the more thrilled he grew, fire kindling in his stare. He felt profoundly grateful for trailing Senior Brother Qing Song to meet Master; else, he'd have lost this priceless artifact refining method.

"For now, meditate on this technique. Come 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 spun and vanished from sight.

Mo Yi offered a slight bow toward the spot of Chu Feng's departure. Smiling, Qing Song said: "Little Junior Brother, follow me; I'll help you find a spot to rest."

Mo Yi: "Many thanks for your effort, 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 rhythm of the Wendao Sect.

His senior brothers boasted not only immense power but also kind words; he truly cherished this place.

Time flew by, and three years slipped past. In that span, the Long River Tribe faced a phoenix assault. Thanks to Chu Feng's divine statue holding it at bay, the tribe averted total destruction.

Like the Sky Fire Tribe before them, the Long River Tribe chose to honor Chu Feng in their ancestral halls and offered the phoenix as sacrifice, compelling him to refine pills once more.

As dawn barely touched the Wendao Sect skies, a sudden thunderclap crashed down, striking the artifact refining chamber.

Rumble!

The boom jolted the cultivating disciples awake, sending them soaring toward the artifact refining chamber.

A massive breach yawned above the chamber. Before the group could question Mo Yi on the chaos, hearty laughter erupted from within.

"Hahaha..."

"I succeeded!"

"I succeeded!"

Ji Jiuwu and the rest froze in place, their divine senses probing the chamber together to uncover what befell their little junior brother.

Out stepped Mo Yi, clutching a hammer wreathed in flames. He announced to the gathering: "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 close inspection sparked eager flames in their gazes.

"Little Junior Brother, you've truly done it!"

"You're one incredible kid!"

"..."

Voices rose in a chorus, the crowd encircling Mo Yi like stars around the moon.

Meanwhile, Chu Feng stirred from deep slumber at the system's chime: "The host has led a disciple to pioneer the Great Way of Artifact Refining in this realm; 99 Dao Rhyme awarded to the host."

It had arrived at last.

Murmuring those words in his sleep, Chu Feng drifted back into rest...

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