heavy as though it were light!" Qin Yi enthused.
  
    Just then, a discordant voice sounded.
    "Qin Yi, can’t you behave more maturely? If someone saw you, you’d be a laughingstock back home," a sarcastic voice of three-leafed Thousand Thunder Grass reached his ears.
    
    "Xiao Lei, watch your words. How dare you talk to me like that?!" Qin Yi retorted arrogantly.
    
    "Qin Yi! You’re asking for it!" the grass roared, emanating purple-gold lightning filled with killing intent from near Qin Yi’s neck.
   
    "Ah! It hurts, it hurts!"
   
    Qin Yi hastily cried out. The three-leafed Thousand Thunder Grass stopped releasing its lightning.
    
    "Qin Yi, behave yourself. Otherwise, you'll suffer," the grass warned him.
    
    Qin Yi pretended not to hear and ignored it.
    
    "Only one hour remaining."
   
    The familiar voice echoed again.
    "What! Only one hour left?!" Qin Yi exclaimed, looking immediately at the green leaf.
    
    "Forge a Grade-One Spiritual Tool in an hour? Interesting!" A hint of a smile appeared on Qin Yi’s face.
    
    "This iron hammer!" Qin Yi shouted as he picked up the large hammer.
    
    "Oh my, it's so heavy!"
    
    Holding the hammer with both hands, he puffed and panted. "Are you kidding me?!"
    
    "It's just a darn iron hammer. It won't beat me!" Qin Yi gritted his teeth and lifted the hammer with one hand.
   
    "Thud!"
   
    With a loud crash, the hammer left a small dent on the ground.
    
    "Huff, huff."
    
    Breathing heavily, Qin Yi's face slowly returned to its normal color from red.
    
    "Qin Yi, you’re still young, dreaming of lifting such a heavy hammer with one hand. You can't even lift the hammer properly, let alone forge something," the grass taunted.
    
    "Watch this!" Qin Yi replied calmly.
    
    He grasped the hammer with both hands and pounded it onto the leaf.
    
    "Thud~"
    
    The hammer strike straightened the leaf.
   
    "Watch me!" Qin Yi smiled.
   
    "Three Steps of Floating Cloud."
    
    Performing the intricate footwork, Qin Yi became a blur before the leaf, but his hands held the hammer steady, striking the leaf continuously.
   
    "Gale Hammering Technique."
    
    The large hammer pounded the leaf relentlessly, causing faint cracks to appear on its surface.
    
    "Thud~"
    "Thud~"
    
    After 26 strikes, Qin Yi's hands were slightly swollen, and he was gasping for breath.
    
    "Wind Element Stone, come!" A golden-blooded aura enveloped a nearby transparent spirit stone, lifting it to Qin Yi's hand.
    
    "Melt!"
    
    A burst of fiery energy from Qin Yi’s palm turned the spirit stone into liquid, which floated above his hand.
    
    "Go!" Qin Yi directed the liquid toward the leaf. The liquid

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