Blacksmith: You Are Making Mjolnir For The Forging Exam?

"It's about time to go," Wu Mo patted the dust off his hands and said with satisfaction.

The tenth elder immediately nodded. He took out the contract signed by the Wei family's steward and quickly walked toward Wei Ying who was standing at the door.

At this moment, Wei Ying's eyes were red, and his long hair was disheveled. He looked like a trapped beast, and his eyes were fixed on Wu Mo.

"Snap out of your daze. Hurry up and sign the contract. We don't have time to waste here."

The tenth elder slapped the contract on the table and spoke impatiently.

The two cultivators behind Wei Ying immediately took a step back when they saw the tenth elder approaching. Their faces revealed some fear.

The cultivator on the right shook Wei Ying and whispered into his ear, "The master will decide everything. Please don't lose your bearings, Sir!"

After he said that, the cultivator slowly reached out and pressed his hand on Wei Ying's back. As he gradually injected some spirit energy into his body, Wei Ying's withered face finally regained some color.

With the nourishment of the spirit energy, Wei Ying finally recovered. He took a deep breath, and his hands couldn't help but tremble a few times.

In the end, Wei Ying picked up the pen on the table and signed his name on the contract.

"Hmph, that's more like it. When you go back, remember to say hello to your master for me. If you continue to do good deeds in the future, remember to call Treasure Pavilion."

The tenth elder picked up the contract and glanced at it. Then, he handed a copy to Wei Ying.

However, once he was done, he proceeded to speak in a teasing manner as if he still felt that Wei Ying was not miserable enough.

Standing at the side, Gao Yue secretly rejoiced in his heart. It was all thanks to Mr. Wu and the tenth elder that Wei Ying could suffer such a great loss.

Their precious Treasure Pavilion could finally hold its head up high!

Their debts in the arena and from previous trifles had been completely settled.

Hearing the tenth elder's teasing words, Wei Ying's face froze. He was extremely weak right then, and he had lost his previous arrogant appearance long ago.

"We'll take our leave first. You don't have to see us off," Wu Mo waved his hand at Wei Ying and said with a smile.

Wei Ying was seemingly numb. Although Wu Mo had provoked him, he did not do anything irrational.

The three of them quickly walked toward the carriage parked by the road in the distance. But not long after, Wu Mo suddenly turned his head and said, "Oh, right, Treasure Pavilion welcomes skilled blacksmiths to collaborate with us at any time. Unique Treasure Hall may be gone, but people still have to eat."

Wu Mo winked at the blacksmiths who were at a loss and immediately entered the carriage.

Blacksmiths who did not belong to Unique Treasure Hall immediately became excited. After all, Treasure Pavilion was the leading chamber of commerce that would monopolize the foundry field in the future, and they would surely provide good benefits.

Collaborating with Treasure Pavilion was absolutely better than going to a small chamber of commerce.

Seeing the eager faces of the blacksmiths around him, Wei Ying could not stand it any longer.

He felt a cramp in his chest, and the blood in his veins flowed backward. His body became limp, and he fainted instantly.

"Sir! Sir, wake up!"

The two cultivators were shocked. They immediately stepped forward to help Wei Ying up, but they each found that his heartbeat had become extremely weak. It was as if it would stop beating at the next second.

"F*ck! Hurry up and call an ambulance!"

...

Meanwhile, the one who caused Wei Ying to be on his last breath, Wu Mo, was leisurely looking at the scenery outside the carriage window.

Wu Mo was in an extremely good mood after obtaining all the equipment and materials from Unique Treasure Hall.

He slowly stroked the ring on his finger, and his heart was extremely calm.

There were plenty of materials stored inside, including the Legendary Essence. Wu Mo believed that with these materials, he would definitely be able to refine Mjolnir completely!

After Wu Mo prepared the materials, he was eager to begin.

Once the materials were stored in Treasure Pavilion's warehouse, he immediately rejected all the tenth elder's requests and walked toward the Divine Arms Academy.

It was only 1.00 pm, and Wu Mo was confident that he would be able to forge the thunder god's hammer before 12.00 am.

To take advantage of the burning excitement in his heart, forging the hammer was a good plan.

However, he was only a four-star blacksmith now. Although he had all the materials needed to forge a Divine weapon, Wu Mo did not have much confidence that he would succeed.

Even though he had transformed into a "scroll king" ever since he transmigrated, crazily replenishing his knowledge every day, a Divine weapon that could only be created by a seven-star blacksmith and above was beyond him. Wu Mo was clueless.

Even a workbench with backtracking capabilities could not close such a gap!

At 1.05 pm, Wu Mo returned to his single dormitory.

It was relatively hot in Shanglin City today, and there were not many people walking around the academy in the afternoon.

Nevertheless, Wu Mo still met a few familiar faces along the way.

Surprisingly, those students seemed to be somewhat fearful when they saw him.

"It looks like everyone has already discovered my true strength."

Wu Mo returned and entered his bathroom. He washed his face and looked at his wet face in the mirror. Wu Mo secretly cheered himself on.

His predecessor had spent half a year in the dormitory to build a Divine weapon behind closed doors. Ultimately, it ended in failure.

This time, Wu Mo had absorbed the experience of his predecessor's failure. With the nearly twenty days of knowledge and the system's help, he should be able to reach the Divine weapon's domain.

Just as Wu Mo closed his eyes to think, a buzzing sound came from his phone.

Wu Mo opened his eyes and took out his phone to take a look. He found that Jiang Mengyao had sent him more than a dozen messages.

"What on Earth are you doing? You won against Unique Treasure Hall. You should be happy that you're not friendly with them.

"Are you in your dorm? How about I treat you to a bowl of iced sour plum soup? I might even add some snacks.

"You're ignoring me again... You didn't tell me anything. You don't even treat me as a friend!"

Looking at the messages, Wu Mo could read between the lines and sense how Jiang Mengyao felt when she sent them. She went from excited and happy to nervous and disappointed.

"This girl is really..."

Wu Mo sighed and immediately replied, "Sorry, I didn't notice anything urgent earlier. I'm fine. As an apology, I'll treat you to ice cream tomorrow."

Wu Mo then pressed the send button. Before he could put his phone back into his pocket, it buzzed again.

"Okay, it's a deal. You can't go back on your word. I want strawberry-flavored ice cream. Oh, right, tell me, what did you promise Wei Jiaming today? I saw your cloak in a video. It was fine even though you were roasted..."

Looking at her long list of questions, Wu Mo felt a headache coming on. He might as well go all out and pretend that he did not see her message. After all, this communication app did not have any read receipts.

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