Chapter 372 Divine Weapon Absorbing Demonic Energy
Guests arrived one after another, and half an hour later, all the people Meng Qingyin had invited had arrived.
She invited many people this time, including her player friends like Chen Leying, as well as a group of NPCs she knew.
Uncle Li, Li Tieniu, Master Meng'er, Miaomiao, Achen, Li'er, Granny Jinxiu, and the most important guest of this banquet—Qin Feng.
Qin Feng also arrived late.
As soon as she arrived, she pulled Qingfeng aside like a thief and whispered, "Your master isn't here, is he?"
Qingfeng's expression immediately became somewhat subtle: "...Not here."
Her master was indeed not present; someone else was.
Qin Feng didn't notice her expression, but was relieved to hear this: "It's good that she's not here, otherwise I would really be afraid that she would suddenly send me demonic energy while I was eating, and I would be wondering whether to swallow the food or spit it out. Luckily she's not here."
Qingfeng chuckled and shook his head: "Didn't you already make up your mind?"
Qin Feng sighed, "Making a decision is one thing, but it will take some time to truly go against my mother's last wishes and take that step."
Qingfeng didn't press her. "Well, don't think too much about it. Just enjoy the food and don't let my master's good intentions go to waste."
Qin Feng was quickly drawn to the table full of delicious food.
Li the blacksmith scanned the crowd several times but couldn't find his beloved apprentice.
He asked Qin Jiu, "Where's Xiao Meng? I haven't seen her."
Qin Jiu explained dryly, "Mengmeng suddenly had something urgent to attend to, so she told us to eat first."
Li the blacksmith was somewhat disappointed; he hadn't seen Mengmeng in a long time.
I thought I'd see her at today's gathering, but she's not here because of something.
"Sigh," he sighed, his tone disappointed, "What important thing has to be done today?"
Meng Qingyin was standing nearby. Hearing Li the blacksmith's dejected murmur, she couldn't bear it.
She stood up, bent down, and leaned close to Li the blacksmith, whispering, "Master."
When Li the blacksmith turned around, he saw a fat man calling him "Master," and he almost jumped up.
Fortunately, Meng Qingyin reacted quickly and grabbed his shoulder: "I'm Xiao Meng."
Li the blacksmith's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Are you kidding me? How could you possibly be Xiao Meng?"
Meng Qingyin gave a brief explanation, but Li the blacksmith remained skeptical.
Li Tieniu had witnessed Meng Qingyin's "transformation ability" before; she had transformed into his own appearance that time, and he accepted it well now that she had transformed into something else.
“Dad, she is Xiao Meng.” Li Tieniu said with certainty.
Li the blacksmith's gaze fell on the fat man's face, as if he were wearing a mask of pain: "Little Meng, how did you get yourself into this state? Your master is getting old, and my ability to accept things can't compare to that of a young person..."
Meng Qingyin sighed helplessly, "I was reckless."
If she had known she would scare her master, she definitely wouldn't have shown herself.
Li the blacksmith waved his hand, "Forget it, forget it. Actually, it's not so bad once you get used to it. Are you planning to keep a man's face until the banquet is over?"
What kind of nonsense is this?
His beloved student had worked hard to prepare a large, delicious meal, but in the end, he still had to hide it, afraid of being discovered by others.
Thinking of this, Li the blacksmith glared at Qin Feng across the table.
It's all her fault!
Qin Feng, who was engrossed in eating, felt a chilly gaze. He looked up and met Li the blacksmith's eyes.
She smiled at the other person in a very friendly manner.
To Li the blacksmith, that smile carried a hint of provocation: I won't let your beloved apprentice sit and eat openly, what can you do about it?
Li the blacksmith stood up abruptly and strode over to Qin Feng.
He was furious: "You little girl have no manners at all! You're nowhere near as good as Qin Zheng!"
Upon hearing the name "Qin Zheng," Qin Feng put down his chopsticks and looked at Li the blacksmith: "Do you know my father?"
Li the blacksmith glared and puffed out his beard: "Back then, your father even begged me for help. By seniority, you should call me grandpa! Xiao Meng is your aunt. If you don't let your aunt sit at the table to eat, you're practically going against the natural order!"
Qin Feng ignored his "seniority theory" and instead asked, "What does my father want with you?"
She knew too little about her father and desperately wanted to hear more about him from other people.
Li the blacksmith: "What else could he want from me? He's asking me to forge a divine weapon, of course."
Qin Feng: "What kind of divine weapon?"
Li the blacksmith suddenly paused. "What kind of weapon did your father have me forge? Don't you know? By the way, I haven't seen your father for many years. How has his health been lately?"
Qin Feng's expression remained unchanged: "He has passed away."
Li the blacksmith was shocked. His initial desire to confront the culprit vanished upon hearing the news: "Dead? When did he die?"
When Qin Zheng looked for him back then, he was so full of vigor and spirit, how could he just disappear like that?
Qin Feng made no attempt to hide the fact that his father died when he was five years old. "He died from the corruption of demonic energy."
"Demonic energy corruption..." Li the blacksmith's expression changed drastically. "He entered the Tower of Babel?"
Only by entering the Tower of Babel will one face the risk of being corrupted by demonic energy.
Qin Feng lowered his eyes and said, "Mm."
Li the blacksmith hurriedly asked, "What about the divine weapon I forged for him? Did he leave it for you?"
Qin Feng smiled wryly: "If he had left it to me, would I not have known about the existence of that divine weapon?"
Li the blacksmith slapped his forehead: "Oh no! The divine weapon must have been left behind in the Tower of Babel."
Meng Qingyin noticed that something was wrong with his expression and immediately came over to ask, "What happened?"
Li the blacksmith looked annoyed and gripped Meng Qingyin's hand tightly: "Little Meng, you must find a way to get that divine weapon back!"
Meng Qingyin, not understanding, asked, "Master, what exactly is going on?"
Li the Blacksmith: "That divine weapon can absorb demonic energy!"
"What?" Qin Feng exclaimed in shock. "You mean, the divine weapon you forged for my father can absorb demonic energy? There's actually such a weapon?"
"What would happen if a person came into prolonged contact with a divine weapon that had absorbed demonic energy?" Qin Feng's voice trembled slightly.
Before her death, her mother only said that her father died from demonic energy corruption, which she thought was caused by grinding in the tower.
Now it seems that's not the case!
Li the blacksmith sighed softly, "It will be more harmful to the human body than directly breathing in demonic energy."
Qin Feng was completely stunned.
Why?
Why did Li the blacksmith want to forge a divine weapon that could absorb demonic energy?
No, that's not right.
That divine weapon was made by Li the blacksmith at my father's request. Why did my father ask Li the blacksmith to make such a divine weapon?
Does he know the consequences of prolonged exposure to demonic energy?
If he knew...
And why did they do it without hesitation, knowing there was danger?
What exactly happened?
What secrets does the Tower of Babel hold that she doesn't know?
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