Chapter 1110: Striking Iron Like a Beautiful Painting

Everyone poured out of the workshop. The Blind Man said with a smile, "This sword still has a slight flaw, Village Chief. Bring it here, and I'll show you."

The others understood the implication, but only the Village Chief suspected nothing. He handed over the divine sword along with its scabbard.

The Blind Man grasped the divine sword and shouted, "Attack him!"

The Butcher suddenly hugged the Village Chief, Old Lady Si punched him in the face, and the Cripple, the Deaf Man, the Mute, the Blind Man, and others swarmed him. They rained punches and kicks upon the old man who insisted on drawing the sword. Qin Mu and the Apothecary also squeezed in, secretly delivering two kicks to vent their frustration.

The Village Chief cried for mercy as he was beaten. Only then did everyone's anger subside. They cast the bruised and swollen old man aside. The Mute said, "Let's go, time to refine other treasures!"

The Village Chief got up and angrily asked, "Apothecary, did you just kick me?"

"No!" the Apothecary replied with a sincere expression. "We're the best of friends; we used to drink tea together at the village entrance. How could I possibly kick you? Absolutely not! I was even holding them back, telling them not to hit you. It was Mu'er who kicked you!"

Qin Mu quickly flew into the air, ready to escape. The Village Chief sneered, suddenly drawing his sword. A flash of sword light appeared, and Qin Mu fell from the sky, landing in the dust. He didn't get up for a long time.

The Village Chief sheathed his sword and praised it, "What a truly fine sword! From now on, I shall call you 'Evil Slayer,' destined to slay the wicked and unworthy. Come, let's continue refining treasures."

Qin Mu got up and hobbled back into the manufacturing plant. He continued to observe them refining treasures, diligently studying the profound mysteries.

Ten odd days later, the Mute and the Blind Man collaborated and successfully refined Old Lady Si's treasure, the Dao Wheel.

Old Lady Si's hands were itching to test the Dao Wheel's power. Everyone's expressions changed drastically. Without a word, Qin Mu pointed, and a teleportation divine ability erupted, sending the only woman in Disabled Elderly Village to an unknown location.

"Mu'er, I'll beat you to death when I get back!" Old Lady Si's voice echoed from the fading light of the teleportation ability, lingering in the air.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and continued refining weapons. Qin Mu, feeling uneasy, said, "Village Chief, Old Ma, when Old Lady Si returns, you'll have to put in a good word for me."

"It's fine, it's fine," the Cripple said, patting his shoulder and comforting him. "You'll be alright, absolutely alright."

Qin Mu still felt a little uneasy. He had a persistent feeling that the elders of Disabled Elderly Village seemed to harbor ill intentions.

Sure enough, when Old Lady Si returned from testing her treasure and started pressing Qin Mu to the ground and beating him, not a single person stood up to speak for Qin Mu. Instead, they all sat there drinking tea and chatting about daily trivialities.

Only when Old Lady Si grew tired of beating him did everyone disperse and continue forging the next divine weapon.

Qin Mu, bruised and swollen, got up. He looked at the Dragon Qilin, who was hiding in a corner pretending to be asleep. Yan'er had also transformed into a small green sparrow and was dozing on his head.

"You two are completely useless!" Qin Mu said fiercely. "This New Year, I'll have both of you served at the dinner table!"

The little green sparrow shivered. The Dragon Qilin raised its tail, wrapped her up, and brought her into its embrace. It gently patted the sparrow's head, coaxing her to sleep.

In the manufacturing plant, Qin Mu approached Old Lady Si and quietly told her about Gongsun Yan. He said, "I'd like to ask you, Old Lady, to teach her."

Old Lady Si chuckled, "I know that girl. She's a bit silly and doesn't particularly like cultivation. What's her current cultivation realm?"

"She has cultivated to True God realm," Qin Mu hesitated for a moment, then said. "However, her combat power should be at the level of a top-tier Emperor's Throne. Her magic power is immense; she might even be ranked first among Emperor's Throne experts."

Old Lady Si was startled and exclaimed, "True God realm, yet her cultivation has reached the Emperor's Throne level? There are five realms between them!"

Qin Mu smiled, "She's a demigod, the daughter of the Earth Mother. Realms were only established by the Nine Heavenly Venerates of Long Han, and they don't have much to do with actual strength."

Old Lady Si rubbed her temples, muttering, "Teaching her to master her own power might be difficult. A True God realm practitioner mastering the power of a top-tier Emperor's Throne—this challenge is quite tough..."

She got up and left in a hurry.

Qin Mu continued to ponder the Blind Man's and the Mute's paths of forging and array formations. By the time the two elders finished refining the Apothecary's elixir furnace, he had essentially grasped the fruits of their labor over the years.

"When it comes to forging, you still have much to learn," the Mute instructed him. "Your precision in forging has reached its peak. However, you still lack a lot in terms of the spirit of forging. First, you must understand why we 'Create Wonders from Heaven'!"

The Mute lifted his large hammer, and the flames from the grand furnace filled the air. The furnace seemed to contain thousands of suns. He said in a deep voice, "Mortals do not possess the mighty power of ancient gods, nor the means to create, nor the magnificence of creation itself! But mortals have tools, intellect, perseverance, passion, and dreams!"

"'Creating Wonders from Heaven' is about using your own hands to forge your dreams into reality. It is about creating powerful tools and becoming a creator with the power of genesis!"

Qin Mu contemplated carefully. After a long time, he finally smiled and immediately selected treasures from the Ancestral Court, intending to refine his own divine weapon.

The Blind Man walked closer, watching Qin Mu's busy figure, and asked, "Mute, microscopic forging requires at least three people. Can he do it alone?"

"Of course, he can," the Mute said, continuing to prepare to help the Butcher refine his knife. "Five years ago, it was he who taught us about microscopic forging and divine sense forging. Now this kid comes back to brazenly rely on the old ones' knowledge. If he can't learn it, we might as well beat him to death and bury him in a hole!"

The Blind Man nodded repeatedly. "This kid's cultivation is already above ours. But in terms of our unique individual skills, he's still far behind. And this kid, he exploits us with such confidence!"

The Mute said, "If we don't let him try and hone his skills himself, he'll never reach our level by just us teaching him. However, we also need to put in more effort, lest we have nothing left to teach him later."

The Blind Man was full of enthusiasm and laughed, "That brat only comes to visit us once every few years. And every time, it's to learn something. If we don't have anything to teach him, he'll probably abandon us!"

Qin Mu sensed the inherent properties of the treasures he had stolen from Zhaoyang Palace. In the Mute's words, each material possessed different attributes and even personalities. By understanding these attributes and personalities, mixing different materials could significantly enhance a divine weapon's toughness, rigidity, and self-healing properties!

Qin Mu was now sensing the attributes and personalities of various treasures. A successful forger must first possess a soft heart. The Mute outwardly appeared to be a rough old man, but his heart was the softest in Disabled Elderly Village.

Precisely because of this, he was also the one most often deceived. He was unwilling to open his heart, preferring to be a mute.

Qin Mu had found so many Heavenly Artisans from the White Tiger Divine Clan for him, all of them beautiful women. Yet the Mute didn't take a liking to any of them. This was precisely because his early experiences had affected him too deeply.

Qin Mu sensed carefully. In his eyes, the different treasures seemed to transform into various beautiful women. Some were fierce like fire, some gentle as water, some as aloof as icebergs, and some as elusive as flowing clouds.

"No wonder Grandpa Mute didn't take to those women," Qin Mu thought. "Perhaps in his eyes, these materials are peerless beauties."

Having understood the attributes of different materials, he began to proportion them accordingly.

"This 'beauty jade' is too long if you add a bit, too short if you subtract a bit," he mused. "It needs to be paired with this 'floating cloud and flowing sand'-like woman. Then, lightly apply some cosmetics, a touch of rouge..."

Qin Mu, bustling about as if adorning a beautiful maiden, whispered, "Add these pearls from the Ancestral Court, making her skin like white snow. This silk can perfectly serve as a beauty's sash, a cinched waist worth a thousand gold pieces..."

After he had prepared the materials, he couldn't help but feel excited. He suddenly activated his Heavenly Fire divine ability, melting the "beauty" he had just meticulously adorned.

Qin Mu's vertical eye between his brows opened. He activated the Hegemon Body Three Elixir Technique, using his vital qi and divine sense as a hammer to forge his divine weapon.

The Mute and the Blind Man quickly looked over. Though they claimed not to be worried, they were actually very concerned that Qin Mu might ruin the treasure.

Qin Mu's essence, qi, and spirit grew stronger and stronger. Immersed in the forging process, the Dao rhythm emanating from him vibrated. It didn't seem like he was forging; rather, it was as if he was comprehending the Dao.