Chapter 1445 — The People's Heart as Blade
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Aren't there daily-use primordial weapons? " "After eating abalone and mountain delicacies all year round, one still needs some coarse tea and plain rice.
" The blacksmith laughed. "Besides, the common people are not very rich. In recent years grain prices have been too low.
Hiring divine-ability users to help with the harvest, or hiring daily-use primordial weapons to harvest, costs too much. Not everyone can afford it. These years, those divine-ability users have money; what money do ordinary folk have in their hands?
Using these farm tools to do the work saves some expense.
" Shen Mu drank his tea in silence. He took a long time over one bowl of tea and still did not finish it. Suddenly he tipped his head back and drained it. Putting down the large bowl, he rose. "Come, you work the bellows, I will forge. " The blacksmith selected several pieces of coarse iron and assisted him.
Shen Mu wielded the hammer and forged.
Watching his technique, the blacksmith could not help praising, "A true master smith! If you opened a shop, this old man's business would be crushed by you!
" Shen Mu finished forging a coarse iron blade.
The two catties of coarse iron had been forged by him until it seemed cast of dark iron, gleaming with cold light, the chill striking the senses. Zaifu paid and said, "Keep the change. Shen'er, let us go.
Now that the original heart is found, your blade needs the next stage of training. " But Shen Mu did not follow him.
"I still have some matters that urgently need handling. " Zaifu's heart stirred slightly.
He stopped and looked up at the sky.
The blacksmith, seeing the two spend so freely, was delighted.
He suddenly raised his head, and abruptly saw that stars had appeared in the sky. It was broad daylight, yet there was starlight, and the starlight was dazzling.
Truly absurd! Those points of starlight were moving.
Around one great star, a hundred or so small stars revolved. As the starlight drew nearer, those stars became clearer and more visible. Whoosh.
Streams of starlight descended from the sky, falling upon this new city of Jiangling.
They were none other than the civil official cohort of the Jingping court, the Ministry of Personnel officials responsible for officialdom. "Ministry of Personnel officials, pay respects to the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping! " The hundred or so officials, surrounding the Minister of Personnel, bowed in unison, speaking as one.
"No need for excessive courtesy. " Shen Mu raised his hand and released the seal on his cultivation.
To the blacksmith, who was staring dumbfounded, he said, "Lend me your shop for a while; you will be repaid.
" The blacksmith hurriedly retreated to the inner room. Shen Mu took out divine gold and divine materials from the Ancestral Court and smelted and forged them in public. The Minister of Personnel and the various gods of the Ministry of Personnel looked up and saw lines of legal text floating in the air, spreading from this small blacksmith's shop to the entire new city of Jiangling.
The legal text was accompanied by a grand Dao sound, rumbling and shaking ceaselessly, as if an impartial judge were reciting stanza after stanza of the iron laws of Jingping! In the new city of Jiangling, countless commoners walked out into the streets, listening to the sound of the laws being recited, unwittingly entranced. Wei Yong and the several gods of Jiangling had not left either. They watched the legal text descending from the sky, staring blankly. Along with Shen Mu's forging, amid the recitation, those legal texts were hammered and forged by him into a divine blade, becoming iron law, becoming the might of the divine blade. After a long while, Shen Mu dispersed the divine fire, threw down the hammer, and held a Blade of Law in his hands. His voice resounded through the whole city as he said solemnly, "Officials of the Ministry of Personnel, come forward and receive the blade.