A Man's Romance

Mu Ye no longer had his earlier arrogant air of fearing neither heaven nor earth. His whole body wilted.

Because of the three words Di Tian had just spoken. Those three words were a person's name—a disciple of the Original Body Sect, and Mu Ye's proudest, most cherished disciple.

His personal eldest disciple, A Ruheng. Mu Ye's affection for him was one reason.

More importantly, A Ruheng was the most talented disciple the Original Body Sect had seen in nearly a thousand years, and the only Soul Master alive who might be able to cultivate the Original Body Sect's Innate Secret Technique to its highest realm: the Flawless Golden Body.

The Original Body Sect had declined to this point. As its sect master, he was not even a Super Douluo. Original Body Martial Soul possessors stronger than him all belonged to other factions. Smiling Douluo Hu Jie had abandoned the Original Body Sect for the Tang Sect, while Spiritual Power master Han Tianyi belonged to the Spirit Pagoda.

It could be said that A Ruheng was the Original Body Sect's last spark of revival, the village's final hope!

Now that Di Tian had appeared with such overwhelmingly powerful strength, Mu Ye became even more convinced of the necessity of a Quasi-God who had cultivated the Flawless Golden Body.

The Flawless Golden Body was said to be born of heaven and earth, without leakage or flaw, without stain or impurity. It could absorb any form of energy between heaven and earth to replenish itself, creating a body nearly comparable to that of a god.

Only A Ruheng's Flawless Golden Body as the strongest shield, combined with the Sky Piercing Spear of Yun Ming, the continent's foremost expert, as the strongest spear, might be able to restrain the terrifyingly powerful Di Tian before them.

Mu Ye had held his back straight all his life, but at this moment, he finally lowered his head.

"I'll do as you ask, but A Ruheng is my only disciple. You are not allowed to harm him."

He did not doubt that Di Tian could find A Ruheng's residence. Di Tian even knew all about the private love triangle between Zhen Hua, Mu Chen, and Yuan Bao'er. How could he possibly fail to know about the genius disciple Mu Ye had secretly hidden away?

Clap, clap, clap! Di Tian applauded, releasing the force gripping Mu Ye's neck and allowing him to land steadily on the ground.

"Worthy of being a sect master. You know honor and disgrace, and you understand when to advance and retreat."

"Don't worry. An Original Body Soul Master who has yet to cultivate the Flawless Golden Body is not worth me personally making a move against him."

Mu Ye's body trembled slightly at those words. Although he had long been prepared for it, having his hidden trump card exposed still gave him a shuddering sense of having nowhere to hide.

A Ruheng was a disciple he had taken in secret. He had always been cultivating the Innate Secret Technique in seclusion using what little foundation the Original Body Sect had left, never once appearing in the public eye.

"I hope Beast God Di Tian keeps his word."

"Of course." Di Tian nodded slightly.

"Since everything has been 'negotiated,' then please, the two of you, begin as soon as possible."

Zhen Hua did not care about Mu Ye's earlier disdainful gaze. He stepped forward to steady Mu Ye's slightly swaying body, using Soul Power to activate the self-repair functions of his Four-Word Battle Armor and God-level Mecha.

He then said to Di Tian, "Whether forging Four-Word Battle Armor or producing a God-level Mecha, both are long-term projects. Not to mention that the two must be compatible with the same... Soul Beast."

"I'm afraid every matching set of Four-Word Battle Armor and God-level Mecha will require Mu Ye and me to devote ourselves fully for half a year."

"One set every half year..." Di Tian pondered for two seconds.

"Fine."

"One set of Four-Word Battle Armor and God-level Mecha every half year—I can accept that deadline. But don't even think of using it to stall for time."

With a flick of his finger, a streak of seven-colored light split into two threads. Like living worms, they burrowed into the centers of Zhen Hua's and Mu Ye's brows respectively.

"For the next few years, I'll have to trouble you two to keep busy in this forging room. I assume you do not lack people to run errands for you. If necessary, I'd be more than happy to handle it myself."

Neither man reacted to Di Tian's order confining them here. Or rather, they were not in any position to react. They could only treat their silence as assent.

Seeing that Mu Ye was unwilling to speak with Di Tian any further, Zhen Hua had no choice but to brace himself and negotiate with him.

"There are three Soul Beasts present. Which one should we forge the Four-Word Battle Armor and God-level Mecha for first?" Though he could not make sense of the Black-Robed Woman's mysterious aura, anyone who had appeared alongside Di Tian was undoubtedly a Soul Beast.

Xue Ling recalled how excited Di Tian had been when he brought her here earlier, and she assumed he would have her equipment made first.

But just as she was about to speak, Di Tian beat her to it.

"Make a compatible set of Four-Word Battle Armor and God-level Mecha for me first."

Then he said to Xue Ling, "Since this is the first time you're making battle armor and a mecha for a Soul Beast, it would be better to test it on me first."

Safety testing was naturally part of the reason, but more importantly, no man could refuse mechas and Gundams, or the cold texture of steel. Di Tian was no exception.

Xue Ling had no objections. In her eyes, Di Tian not only respected her and did not treat her as a replacement for Snow Empress, but he was also the very definition of reliability.

Mm! Di Tian must have his reasons for doing this!

Demon Empress at the side said nothing either. It was not that she had never considered obtaining Four-Word Battle Armor and a God-level Mecha, but both required Heaven Forged Metal.

The Holy Spirit Cult's highest-ranked blacksmith was only an eighth-rank Saint Craftsman. The Three-Word Battle Armor and Black-Grade Mecha he could create would not only fail to enhance her combat power, but would also restrict and burden her when she transformed into her original body to fight.

The Evil Soul Masters of the cult had once tried either kidnapping or assassinating Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua, but all had failed. Thus, the idea of having Four-Word Battle Armor and a God-level Mecha made for herself had been shelved.

As for why she was not excitedly speaking up now?

Naturally, it was because she understood Di Tian's intentions. Di Tian would certainly obtain Four-Word Battle Armor and God-level Mechas for all ferocious beasts capable of taking human form, so there was no need to rush.

Seeing that the three had reached an agreement without any conflict, Zhen Hua suppressed the shifting look in his eyes and said,

"This is also my first time making battle armor and a mecha for a dragon-type Soul Beast, and at the Four-Word and God-level tiers at that... Many human Soul Masters possess dragon-type Martial Souls. How about using the Four-Word Battle Armor and God-level Mechas they use as blueprint templates?"

"No problem."

"Just finish them as quickly as possible."

Hearing Di Tian's straightforward confirmation, Zhen Hua let out a long breath.

When it came to highly specialized fields with extremely high thresholds, what one feared most was outsiders giving orders and meddling.

He had truly feared that Di Tian would make a scene over using human battle armor and mechas as templates.

After all, Di Tian was different from ordinary troublemakers. He was more terrifying than any financier or client—he genuinely possessed the strength to make trouble successfully.

But before he could fully let out that breath, Di Tian spoke again, forcing it right back down his throat.

"I'll borrow President Zhen Hua's Small Canteen."

After saying that, Di Tian ignored them and led the two women toward the small room nearby.

Only Zhen Hua, who could not even work up any indignation, and the depressed Mu Ye remained where they were.

The two stood there for a long time. In the end, Zhen Hua was the first to pat Mu Ye on the shoulder.