Heavenly Sacred Winged Divine Tiger, the Guide, and the Intimidation of a Divine Craftsman's Successor (Please Follow)

The battle in the Junior Spirit Ascension Platform ended quickly.

Lush trees lay toppled in every direction. The century-old Crimson Fire Monkeys were either crying out miserably or turning into Spirit Energy and flying toward the hammer-wielding youth harvesting the battlefield.

Bang!

With a swing of his hammer, he smashed the twentieth Crimson Fire Monkey's head. As he absorbed the Spirit Energy and ascended his spirit, Feng Zaixing slowly let out a breath.

Squinting at the thousand-year Soul Ring beneath his feet, glowing with luxurious purple light, a pleased curve appeared on his lips.

Purple Soul Rings were much more pleasing to the eye than yellow ones.

"Ao Wu, human, this king is very satisfied with your efficiency. Yes, that's the feeling. Keep going—kill a few more thousand-year Soul Beasts!"

In the Sea of Consciousness, the Heavenly Sacred Winged Divine Tiger bared its fangs in laughter, its tiger eyes shining with the manic delight of a violent brute.

Just moments ago, it had clearly felt waves of dense energy pouring into its body, increasing its cultivation by four hundred years.

This was the energy it had dreamed of. If the Spirit Pagoda had not kept such a close watch over it, it would have devoured a few thousand-year Soul Beasts as snacks long ago.

Feng Zaixing laughed inwardly and reminded it, "Don't get ahead of yourself. We were lucky to encounter a group of Crimson Fire Monkeys this time. We might not be so lucky next time."

"This king doesn't care. At worst, this king will guide you to Soul Beasts. Since you signed a contract with this king, you have to make sure this king eats its fill. In your words, that's called mutual benefit and win-win cooperation. Ao Wu."

The Heavenly Sacred Winged Divine Tiger let out an Ao Wu, declaring itself willing to lead the human lords around. It gave a sinister chuckle and patiently tempted him.

"Besides, human brat, you understand the benefits of upgrading a century-old soul skill into a thousand-year soul skill, don't you? You don't want your martial soul's potential to go unrealized, do you?"

"...Of course not. If you'd told me earlier that you could lead the way, I wouldn't have bothered scouting. From now on, all searching and watch duties are yours."

Feng Zaixing looked speechless as he secretly thought, Didn't expect you to be such a cultured tiger.

Come to think of it, this tiger was even older than Qian Gu Dongfeng's grandfather. It surely knew plenty of secrets, and there was much to be uncovered.

"Good. This king will broaden your horizons. I won't make things difficult for you this time. Raising it to two thousand years will do. We can continue once this king adapts to the thousand-year realm."

The Heavenly Sacred Winged Divine Tiger bared its teeth and swished its tail, seeing no issue whatsoever with selling out its food sources.

"It's a deal, future hundred-thousand-year Tiger King."

Feng Zaixing readily agreed, eagerly anticipating their bright future.

At that moment, Xu Miao's shouting rang in his ears. The latter was engaged in a one-sided fight with the Crimson Fire Monkey King.

"You beast! A Defense-type Soul Master as big as your grandpa is standing right here, and you ignore me to ambush my little brother? I'll kill you ten times! Kill you ten times..."

Turning his head with a smile, Feng Zaixing walked toward Xu Miao, who was swinging the Monkey King around by its tail and smashing it everywhere. Amused, he said, "That's enough. Give it a quick death."

Xu Miao had not competed with him for the century-old Crimson Fire Monkeys. He had simply grabbed the Monkey King and beaten it senseless.

"Fine. For your sake, brother, I'll give it a quick death."

Xu Miao swung the Mysterious Tortoise Shell Shield down onto the monkey's head, crushing the Crimson Fire Monkey King into a meat pancake in one strike.

When it was over, he clapped his hands and stared at Feng Zaixing with a face full of astonishment.

"Didn't expect your physical condition to be so strong. At your cultivation level, I would have been no match for you at all."

Feng Zaixing hung his twin hammers behind his back and modestly replied, "I was lucky. My teacher is one of the continent's finest cooks, so I eat nutritious meals every day. My senior brothers in the sect also take good care of me and often teach me practical combat."

Compared to A Ruheng, century-old Crimson Fire Monkeys were like paper.

"So that's how it is. I'd long heard that the Primal Body Sect's mastery of battle skills was once the best in the world. It's a pity that it declined for various reasons, but it seems it will be revived before long. Congratulations, congratulations."

Xu Miao sincerely praised Feng Zaixing, then pointed at his twin hammers with considerable interest and asked, "Your hammer swings are practiced. You look like someone accustomed to using hammers. Is blacksmithing your secondary profession?"

"Yes. To be honest, brother, I'm a First-Class Blacksmith, probably the youngest member of the association."

Feng Zaixing answered with a smile, making no attempt to hide his blacksmithing ability.

After awakening his memories of his previous life, his comprehension had greatly improved. Under Zhen Hua and Mu Ye's guidance, he had completed Hundred Refinements using Bloodline Power, breaking the record Zhen Hua had once set.

To him, blacksmithing was both a secondary profession and a means of tempering his body and using his Bloodline Power.

Hearing this, Xu Miao immediately sucked in a breath. He had only asked casually, never expecting to uncover a peerless genius who had broken the historical record for blacksmiths.

Becoming a blacksmith at six years old—did that not mean his earlier forging had relied entirely on Bloodline Power rather than Soul Power?

A Body Cultivator Successor was terrifying indeed!

"Little brother, tell me secretly. Your teacher isn't Lord Divine Craftsman, is he?"

At this point, Xu Miao no longer looked like a genius. He was acting oddly, and all the imposing aura he had displayed upon arriving had shattered into pieces.

Feng Zaixing nodded honestly. "Just luck. I had the advantage of being close by, and with two teachers guiding me, becoming a First-Class Blacksmith is really nothing worth mentioning."

"Come on, little brother. The weather is nice today. How about we become sworn brothers?"

Xu Miao's eyes burned with fervor, filled with boundless yearning.

The facts proved that the title of Divine Craftsman's successor was incredibly intimidating. A young genius with quite a reputation across the continent had lost his composure on the spot, making the scene both laughable and absurd.

Feng Zaixing's mouth twitched. The ranking list really is poisonous. He changed the subject. "My Soul Spirit says there's a group of Wind Baboons not far away. Shall we go slaughter them first?"

"Slaughter them, slaughter them all. Even if you find a Dark Golden Dreadclaw Bear and want your big brother to fight it, I won't even furrow my brow."

Feng Zaixing turned his head at those words and said meaningfully, "I did come here looking for excitement. Big brother, you weren't joking, were you?"

"What are you saying, brother? I'm still a young genius with a name on the continent. A man's word is his bond."

Xu Miao was filled with heroic spirit. There was no longer the slightest trace of looking down on Feng Zaixing in his gaze. He had resolved to build a good relationship with him. His teacher was a Divine Craftsman, so he might very well become the next Divine Craftsman!

He could not get his hands on the old Divine Craftsman's Heavenly Forging, but the new Divine Craftsman's was another matter!

"Heh heh, if those idiots from the Long Family find out that Brother Feng's forging teacher is Lord Zhen Hua, they'll probably regret it until their intestines turn green. This may be the only opportunity of my life. I have to seize it. Four-Word Battle Armor isn't just a dream..."

As Xu Miao hurried along, he thought eagerly to himself.

Inside the Spirit Pagoda, Mu Ye and Han Tianyi appeared calm and composed, but both were observing the expressions of the two patriarchs in their own ways.

The Sect Master Xuanming was beaming. He had naturally thought of everything Xu Miao had. Feng Zaixing was such an extraordinary young prodigy and had every hope of becoming the next Divine Craftsman. With the relationship they had formed while he was still insignificant, would he have to worry about being unable to ask for Four-Word Battle Armor?

"Brother Mu, your disciple and my son get along quite well. Let them interact more in the future and exchange what they have. What do you think?" He sent a telepathic message, probing Mu Ye's thoughts.

The Sect Master Xuanming taking the initiative to build ties was exactly what Mu Ye wanted to see.

"Brother Xu, you have spoken my mind. Young people should spend more time with one another. Zaixing still has much to learn."

"Brother Mu is right..."

Compared to the Sect Master Xuanming's smile, Long Zhan's expression was as ugly as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

All kinds of thoughts raced through his mind. Today, he had no choice but to make a decision that went against his ancestors' wishes.

Long Zhan abruptly raised his head and solemnly said to Han Tianyi, "Illusion Brain Your Excellency, today's expenses for the Primal Body Sect and Xuanming Sect will be charged to Long's account. What do you say?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other three looked at him with slight surprise before quickly understanding.

The intimidation of a Divine Craftsman and a Divine Craftsman's successor was immense—enough to make Long Zhan change his approach.

After a round of mutual refusals and insistence, Long Zhan successfully paid for the tickets to two Spirit Ascension Platforms and Xu Miao's second Soul Spirit—Mu Ye naturally would not mention that Feng Zaixing had only fused with his Soul Spirit today.

Although he had spent a large sum of Federal Coin, Long Zhan felt at ease as he thought, Nothing is more important than Four-Word Battle Armor. Once he comes out, I'll say a few nice words. A small conflict isn't worth offending a forging genius with the potential to become a Divine Craftsman.

As for Chen'er... it's not a bad thing for young people to experience more setbacks. Losing to a Divine Craftsman's successor isn't shameful.