She Has a Daughter, and She's Quite Pretty

"I merely came to 'ask' Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua to help forge some Four-Word Battle Armor and God-level Mechas."

"The quantity isn't much, just around ten sets."

Without wasting words, Di Tian stated his purpose directly.

Di Tian's personal admission shattered Zhen Hua's last sliver of hope.

Inwardly, he began cursing the Spirit Pagoda as if venting his anger on them: Those bastards from the Spirit Pagoda!

Hadn't they held a press conference not long ago, declaring that they would begin fully developing the Star Dou Great Forest, completely resolve the cancerous problem of soul beasts, and repeatedly guarantee that they would never let a single ferocious beast escape the Star Dou Protective Barrier?! At the Federal Parliament, they had even played their little schemes and dragged Shrek Academy into it.

And what happened? Not only had ferocious beasts escaped! More than one had escaped! The strongest one had escaped too!

Di Tian heard every last word of his inward curses and complaints perfectly clearly.

"Well, there is one point I agree with. The Spirit Pagoda truly is full of bastards, but we soul beasts are not a cancer upon the continent."

"Also, my patience is not very good. Please forge the Four-Word Battle Armor and God-level Mechas I require as soon as possible."

"Kill me, then."

Zhen Hua smiled freely, looking like a martyr calmly prepared to meet his death.

"Even if you threaten me with my parents and everyone at the Forging Masters Association Headquarters, I could never join forces with a soul beast and betray my own kind."

At this, Di Tian narrowed his eyes slightly.

"President Zhen Hua, to be honest, I understand humans rather well. Human emotions are a double-edged blade. Its edge may point toward enemies, but sometimes it also points toward oneself."

"Back then, you proposed to your junior sister Yuan Bao'er and were rejected. In grief and indignation, you entered seclusion, eventually breaking through to become a Divine Craftsman."

"Yet your junior sister Yuan Bao'er married your junior brother Mu Chen, while the highly esteemed Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua remained unmarried for his entire life."

When Di Tian began with the first sentence, Zhen Hua had not cared. But what followed, concerning Yuan Bao'er, struck him like lightning and left him rooted to the spot.

His heart fell into turmoil...

"Y-You, how do you know about this?!"

Some of those details were things even Mu Chen, Yuan Bao'er's husband and his junior brother, did not know!

Naturally, Di Tian did not answer his question. Instead, he continued as if speaking to himself. "Tell me, do you think I know where Yuan Bao'er is now?"

"Oh, right. Yuan Bao'er also has a daughter named Mu Xi. Hmm... she's quite pretty. No wonder she has the charm of an old acquaintance—so she is the daughter of an old acquaintance."

"By coincidence, I know of an organization with a social activity especially suitable for the mother and daughter, Yuan Bao'er and Mu Xi."

"It is one of those team-building programs occasionally held by the Holy Spirit Cult, something like 'queuing,' meant to ensure that the members of the cult follow unto death."

"Unfortunately, I happen to know some Evil Soul Masters from the Holy Spirit Cult."

"Ah... the choice is now in President Zhen Hua's hands. Would you permit professionals from the Holy Spirit Cult to pay a 'visit' to Yuan Bao'er and her daughter?"

Standing to one side, the Demon Empress gave Di Tian an almost imperceptible glance. It was not that she objected to Di Tian resorting to threats. In a struggle over racial survival, one had to use every means available.

It was simply that, after serving as the Holy Spirit Cult Master for so many years, she had never known that the cult had a team-building program called "queuing."

Queuing? Queuing for what? Queuing behind whom? By then, Zhen Hua's face had darkened enough to drip water.

Some specialized terms could transcend racial boundaries and circulate among the same sex. How could he fail to infer what Di Tian meant by "queuing"? A stifling fury churned in his chest. Humiliation—what utter humiliation! He was Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua, a human of such exalted status. When had he ever suffered such coercion? Which great figure seeking Four-Word Battle Armor from him had not treated him with courtesy?

Others—or rather, other human factions—would never target him, no matter how powerful or domineering they were.

But he also knew why. Everyone had families to consider, everyone cared about their reputation, and everyone had to keep their word.

No matter what things were like beneath the surface, at least outward appearances had to remain respectable.

Zhen Hua raised a trembling finger and pointed at Di Tian, cursing helplessly, "Beast! You're not human! Not human!"

Di Tian: "..."

He truly was not human. He was a noble dragon, as everyone knew...

"Well? Has President Zhen Hua considered it carefully?"

Faced with Di Tian's final ultimatum, Zhen Hua nearly spat blood and wanted to refuse at once in a stern voice.

But... but that was Bao'er! As someone born and raised on the Douluo Continent, Zhen Hua yielded without surprise.

"Fine. I agree."

After saying those words, Zhen Hua's once-upright body suddenly hunched over. In an instant, he seemed to have aged several decades.

"Hmph!" Mu Ye snorted coldly in dissatisfaction, gaining another measure of contempt for his old friend.

"Battle Armor is equipment formed from the combination of a Soul Master's martial soul and battle armor. Soul beasts cannot possibly wear it successfully."

Those words restored a trace of vitality to Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua, who had already seemed like a walking corpse.

Battle Armor was useless to soul beasts! His mind had been too chaotic just now, and he had even forgotten to explain the connection.

"Battle Armor is the ultimate mecha Soul Tool designed around the human body. It adds eleven Battle Armor components to eleven parts of the body. Soul beasts simply cannot equip it."

"Furthermore, soul beasts cannot personally participate in the production process of Battle Armor and mechas. If they do this, they will feel a sense of sluggishness when using the Battle Armor and mechas, and they will not be able to wield them as naturally as their own limbs."

Di Tian offered no unnecessary explanation for Zhen Hua's final struggle.

"I will tell you how to do it, and you will do it that way. You have no place to offer opinions." He stared coldly at Zhen Hua, extinguishing his last remaining hope.