The Messy Xue Ling

Embarrassed, she began letting her imagination run wild.

Which little grove would he take her to? The Star Dou Great Forest? Or perhaps some human... hotel?

Heaven Dou City.

With Di Tian traveling at full speed, it did not take the group long to reach their destination.

A grand, high-end building came into view.

Several large gilded words—"Forging Masters Association Headquarters"—were prominently emblazoned in the most eye-catching spot on the building.

Although Xue Ling did not know what kind of place the Forging Masters Association Headquarters was, she knew it definitely was not the sort of place she had imagined.

Standing on the street as the wind stirred the tips of her hair, she experienced for the first time what it meant to feel "a mess."

"What are we doing here?" There was a trace of disappointment in her voice that even Xue Ling herself had not noticed.

"Didn't you want to help the soul beast race? But your current strength isn't enough, and simply cultivating takes too long. So we came here to help you improve your strength." Di Tian's voice carried barely concealed delight.

The doubt in Demon Empress's eyes faded as understanding replaced it. She roughly realized what Di Tian was planning.

But could it really succeed...

Inside the Forging Masters Association Headquarters, in a luxurious forging room near the top floor, one could look down through the floor-to-ceiling windows and take in the busiest streets of Heaven Dou City, this ancient city that had stood for ten thousand years.

This luxurious forging room was also the private forging room of Zhen Hua, the continent's sole Divine Craftsman and the president of the Forging Masters Association.

At that moment, a middle-aged man stood before the forging table in the association president's private office. He had black hair and black eyes, and his expression was exceptionally grave.

He looked to be only in his thirties, yet his black eyes were filled with profound depth and the weariness of age. The white at his temples sharply contrasted with the black atop his head.

His hands, at least fifty percent larger than an ordinary person's, were particularly striking. Yet they had no prominent knuckles; they were fair and slender, and even the skin on their surface was exquisitely delicate and translucent, like white marble. They looked exactly like enlarged women's hands.

He was Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua, the strongest of all members of the Forging Masters Association. A Nine Rings Titled Douluo, with rumors even claiming that he might have broken through to the Super Douluo rank.

In the world of forging, his attainments were even more astonishing, enough to call him a legend.

A genius who had risen to fame in his youth, yet he possessed not a trace of arrogance or frivolity. Starting as the president of a Forging Masters Association branch in a remote border city, he had worked diligently and striven tirelessly, climbing step by step to the peak of the continent. He became the president of the Forging Masters Association and the continent's only Divine Craftsman.

Before his emergence, creating a Four-Word Battle Armor required several Saint Craftsman-level Eighth-Level Blacksmiths working together. Even with the full assistance of Titled Douluos, it took untold effort to barely complete one. Yet that kind of Four-Word Battle Armor was not truly a Four-Word Battle Armor, only a half-step Four-Word Battle Armor.

It was only after Zhen Hua completed Heavenly Refinement for the first time and became a Divine Craftsman of his era that Four-Word Battle Armor forged by his hands began to spread throughout the world.

As a Nine Rings Titled Douluo, Zhen Hua was in the most glorious years of a blacksmith's life. It could be said that he held a pivotal position across the entire continent.

Yet the face of such a figure was now filled with the wary look of someone facing a formidable enemy.

Everything stemmed from the sudden appearance of one man and two women before him.

More precisely, it stemmed from the handsome young man with black hair and golden eyes standing between the two women.

The Soul Power pressure he had released alone was enough to render Zhen Hua, a Nine Rings Titled Douluo, unable to move.

It would have been one thing if only he could not move. After all, his primary profession was forging; he was not especially skilled in cultivation or combat.

But Mu Ye, his friend who also worked as a Head Chef, was likewise unable to move even an inch. That left Zhen Hua deeply shocked.

Although Mu Ye appeared to be a chef on the surface, his true identity was the current sect master of the Original Body Sect.

A rank ninety-four Titled Douluo with the title Original Body, he was the continent's only soul master who simultaneously held the two professions of Four-Word Battle Armor Master and God-Level Mecha Master.

With the cultivation of a Titled Douluo and Four-Word Battle Armor, he could fight an ordinary Limit Douluo at the quasi-demigod level. And Mu Ye was also a God-Level Mecha Master; aside from Limit Douluos at the Quasi-God level, he was capable of fighting anyone.

Yet now, a single person had suppressed him so thoroughly with Soul Power pressure alone that he could not move. Even Yun Ming, the continent's number one, could never accomplish such a thing!

Only after the shock in Zhen Hua's black eyes subsided somewhat and his emotions calmed slightly did Di Tian release his suppression over them.

"Who are you, Your Excellency? What have you come here for?" Zhen Hua stared vigilantly at the black-haired, golden-eyed man before him, but he had already given up any thought of fleeing. The suppression just now had made him understand that he had no chance of escape.

Before Di Tian could answer, the freed Mu Ye flashed in front of Zhen Hua and shielded him behind his body.

"He is Di Tian, the Beast God of the soul beast race!"

His voice was full of apprehension. Di Tian had possessed eight hundred thousand years of cultivation as early as ten thousand years ago, and only Spirit Ice Douluo, who had been on the verge of godhood, had ever defeated him.

Ten thousand years had passed. Who knew how far Di Tian had progressed? What level had his cultivation reached? Nine hundred thousand years? A Million Year Soul Beast? No one knew.

Di Tian had not appeared in human society for many years. Mu Ye only recognized him because the Original Body Sect possessed a portrait of Di Tian in human form. It had been drawn ten thousand years ago by a Titled Douluo whose martial soul was a brush, during the battle alongside Shrek Academy against a beast tide.

In truth, there was something else Mu Ye did not say. The woman beside him in a Sky Blue Dress greatly resembled Snow Empress, the former sovereign of the soul beasts in the Far North Land. But Snow Empress had long since ascended to the God Realm with Spirit Ice Douluo, while the "Snow Empress" before him was far too weak for him to even take notice of, so he did not mention it.

Afraid that the comparatively younger Zhen Hua did not understand the severity of Di Tian's appearance, Mu Ye added an explanation.

"Di Tian may very well have passed the Million Year Soul Beast Tribulation. Even if Spirit Ice Douluo, who was on the verge of becoming a god back then, were to reappear, he would likely not be Di Tian's match."

With matters put that plainly, how could Zhen Hua fail to understand? This handsome young man with black hair and golden eyes was a figure found in the Sun Moon Federation's compulsory education textbooks. There were no colored illustrations of him, only written records.

The leader of the soul beasts, who regarded humanity as mortal enemies, had spearheaded countless beast tides and bore countless blood debts owed to humanity.

And he himself was the continent's only Divine Craftsman, the one who had produced countless Four-Word Battle Armor Masters. If the Beast God had come here in person, then surely...

At that thought, his gaze darkened at once. "Beast God, have you come to kill me?"

"I did not expect the current sect master of the Original Body Sect to still remember me. Unfortunately, I have no time to pay you a visit personally."

As if merely offering a greeting, Di Tian said no more to Mu Ye and instead looked directly at Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua.