Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Under the dark clouds, the wild wind blew.

Whoosh...

Bai Mo sat cross-legged on the ground, holding each frightened disciple in his arms, gently touching their faces, and rubbing their chubby bellies.

"There’s nothing to be afraid of."

"Why are you so timid?"

"Stand tall!"

The disciples snuggled into their master’s embrace, their heads brushing against him.

Some were no longer so afraid, but still queued up, waiting for the master’s consolation.

Foxes are always cunning!

Such an opportunity cannot be missed.

After comforting over a hundred disciples, Bai Mo stood up and looked at the shattered Bronze Altar beside him.

"This thing needs to be recast.

"After it’s cast, I will visit Douluo Heaven again.

"That place is a bit mysterious; one needs patience and multiple visits.

"Unfortunately, our Gray Star Oak is not large enough yet to make oversized molds.

"We have to wait for the Gray Star Oak to grow again. It will take about a month... um..."

As Bai Mo was speaking, he saw the disciples happily dashing towards a pit not far away, retrieving a stack of plank-like molds, and showing them off to their master!

"This is..."

Bai Mo picked up one of the plank-like molds with both hands. It wasn’t very large, carved from ordinary Gray Star Oak. The surface was inscribed with characters, displaying a slight curvature.

He examined the other plank-like molds, noticing that some were decorated with drawings, while others bore writing. Bai Mo’s Divine Sense swept over them, and he instantly understood—they were like building blocks! If all were assembled, they would form a mold for casting a full-size Bronze Altar!

"Does this have a mortise-and-tenon structure? Assembled using mortise-and-tenon?

"Wow, this tenon, this mortise... very standard!"

The massive mold was broken down into block molds via the mortise-and-tenon structure.

This way, there’s no need for the gigantic Gray Star Oak; regular oak would be entirely sufficient!

Bai Mo was overjoyed!

"How did you come to understand this? Very good! Really good!"

He smiled with squinted eyes, patting the heads of the disciples.

The mold engineers of the workshop department stood tall and proud, tails up, brimming with pride!

This was something they figured out themselves!

They pieced together fragmentary documents, accumulating experience and methods, then consulted with their senior and junior brothers, and finally figured it out!

...

The busy day rushed by quickly.

The whistling wind was kept outside the walls of the dormitory hall.

In the dark hall, the foxes gathered in circles, chatting and bragging.

Hu Hufeng stood tall, recounting how he faced danger without fear, remained calm, and used the Copper Rod to help the master strike the Bronze Altar!

In another circle, White Necklace boasted about being brave and careful, seriously helping the master recite sutras from start to finish, without shedding a single tear!

At the bedside in the center of the hall.

Bai Mo was holding the latest unearthed document, continuing to read, accompanied by Bai Liandan’Er and Black Glasses.

There were very few documents about Douluo Heaven and the Alchemy Furnace, but the disciples, frantically excavating, managed to find some.

[...It is said that the Alchemy Furnace brought back from Douluo Heaven is the sturdiest Immortal Artifact in the world!]

[They undergo a lightning tribulation and quenching upon reaching the mortal world.]

[After the lightning tribulation, they can never be destroyed again.]

[They are incredibly hard, indestructible, and immune to fire and water, enduring the highest temperatures ever known, withstanding the most corrosive potions on earth.]

[It is said there was a medicine furnace immersed in volcanic lava for a millennium. When the volcano died and the lava cooled to stone, the Alchemy Furnace was retrieved, shiny as new, perfectly intact, and only slightly warm.]

[An Immortal reportedly used an Alchemy Furnace to directly block a falling meteorite. When the Alchemy Furnace and the meteorite collided, the loud crash resonated, shockwaves spread, and dust flew everywhere. After the dust settled, the Alchemy Furnace was unscathed, while the meteorite shattered into pieces.]

[Even the sword of a Sword Immortal, the claw of a Martial Immortal, or the furnace and hammer of an Artifact Refiner could not harm the Alchemy Furnace in the slightest.]

[The Grass Pill Master, with his furnace in hand, ranks as the sturdiest among Immortal Artifacts in the Nine Kingdoms!]

Hmm?

Bai Mo frowned slightly.

This contraption seems to be quite impressive, doesn’t it?

The disciples Bai Liandan’Er and Black Glasses leaned to the left and right on his shoulders, nodding in agreement.

Bai Mo continued reading the document.

[The Alchemy Furnace can fly in the sky, change size, and operate at will.]

[However, alchemy is extremely challenging.]

[As a result, the majority of Grass Pill Masters, in name only, actually know little of alchemy.]

[Their daily cultivation involves maneuvering the Alchemy Furnace.]

[They use the Alchemy Furnace as a shield to block all dangers and attacks.]

[They wield the Alchemy Furnace as a Meteor Hammer to strike enemies.]

[Although their path in the Immortal Dao ends there, with no further progress possible, their combat prowess remains formidable, with few adversaries of the same rank, exceptionally strong.]

[Over time, this group of people earned the nickname...]

[Meteor Hammer Immortal!]

Bai Mo was sipping tea, and upon reading this sentence, couldn’t help but almost spit it out.

"Ha..."

Meteor Hammer Immortal?

What kind of nonsense is that?

[As an ordinary Master of Communication like myself, I dare not wish for too much.]

[Nor do I dare to hope I can comprehend the Way of the Grass Pill.]

[As long as I can go to Douluo Heaven and bring back even the simplest Alchemy Furnace, becoming the legendary Meteor Hammer Immortal, my life will be complete with no regrets!]

So, becoming a Meteor Hammer Immortal is already the ultimate life goal for many Masters of Communication?

Bai Mo had a strange expression, unsure of what to say.

...

Whoosh...

The autumn wind blew outside the window.

Bai Mo sat in his office, cradling the disciple Orange Cake, looking at a document on the desk.