Goddess of Life

At this moment, a subordinate in charge of intelligence walked in, trembling as he spoke:

"Duke, we have scoured every channel, but we have been unable to find any clues regarding the killer..."

Upon hearing this, the body of Dai Hao, which had been taut with rage, slowly relaxed.

In the end, all the anger and unwillingness dissolved into a heavy sigh.

"Pass on my order..."

Dai Hao's voice was hoarse and powerless.

"Announce to the outside world that Dai Huabin met with an unfortunate accident while training abroad and was killed by a powerful soul beast. Give him a grand burial... Furthermore, prepare a generous gift and send it to Shrek Academy in my name. Tell them... it is because of my poor discipline that I have caused the academy trouble."

"Duke!"

The subordinate and the butler standing to the side looked at him in shock.

"Do as I say!"

Dai Hao closed his eyes and waved his hand, appearing to age ten years in an instant.

"This matter ends here. No one is to mention it again."

He knew that his son was dead, and he had died in the most foolish and disgraceful way possible.

Not only could he not seek revenge, but he also had to hold his nose and offer an apology to the other party.

Because the other party was absolutely an existence that the White Tiger Duke Mansion could not afford to provoke.

The night was as quiet as water.

The dormitory area of Shrek Academy had long since extinguished its lights.

Inside the room, Wang Dong had already fallen into a deep sleep, her breathing steady and long.

Her delicate, rosy face looked exceptionally exquisite under the moonlight, and her long eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings, as if she were immersed in a beautiful dream.

Ji Jing sat quietly by his bed, his gaze fixed softly on Wang Dong's sleeping face.

The cold, god-like temperament he had displayed during the day had long since vanished, replaced by an introverted tenderness.

He stood up, walked to Wang Dong's bedside, and gently pulled the quilt up, tucking in the corners to ensure she would not catch a cold.

"Sweet dreams."

He whispered in a voice only he could hear, then turned and walked to the window.

Looking through the window, he gazed up at the vast night sky dotted with billions of stars, his eyes becoming profound.

Above that starry sky lay his true home.

"Third Uncle,"

He called out softly, his voice seemingly merging into the night breeze.

"Come and pick me up."

No sooner had he spoken than a golden pillar of light descended silently from the heavens, precisely enveloping Ji Jing's body.

The golden light flashed and vanished, and Ji Jing was gone from the window.

Throughout the entire process, neither the sleeping Wang Dong nor the highly cultivated elders within Shrek Academy noticed a thing.

Inside the magnificent and grand Sea God Temple, divine power swirled, and everything was resplendent in gold and jade.

Ji Jing's figure appeared quietly in the center of the temple. He was still wearing his Shrek Academy uniform, which looked slightly out of place in such a sacred and solemn environment.

On the main throne, Sea God Tang San, dressed in blue divine armor and holding the Golden Trident, sat upright, his handsome face showing a hint of helplessness and annoyance.

"What kind of mischief are you up to now, kid?"

Tang San's voice carried a note of complaint.

"Third Uncle, I want to learn forging."

Ji Jing got straight to the point, his tone direct.

"Forging?"

Tang San was taken aback by these words, then looked him up and down with suspicion.

"You don't even have a hammer-type martial soul, why learn forging? If you have that kind of time, you'd be better off contemplating your divine position."

A flash of brilliance crossed Ji Jing's eyes as he said:

"I want to craft some incredibly badass soul guidance devices."

Hearing the words "soul guidance devices," Tang San's face instantly darkened.

He stood up from his divine throne and frowned, saying:

"Nonsense! What is there to study about those hunks of metal? Their upper limit is far inferior to my Tang Sect hidden weapons; they are nothing but clever tricks. What is the point of studying those?"

Ji Jing glanced at him and retorted in a calm tone:

"Even if the upper limit of hidden weapons is extremely high, how many people can actually craft a Buddha Fury Tang Lotus? And how many people possess hidden weapon techniques that can compare to yours?"

"This stuff, mortals can't learn it, and even if they learn it, they can't craft it, and even if they craft it, they can't use it well. Soul Tools are different; they are far more universal."

He paused for a moment, then continued:

"Besides, the two don't conflict. Having one more thing just means having one more method. Future battlefields will no longer be simple duels between soul masters."

Tang San was left speechless by these words for a long time.

He had to admit that this kid made some sense.

Although he had absolute confidence in the Tang Sect hidden weapons he had crafted with his own hands, he had to acknowledge that the threshold for learning and manufacturing them was indeed extremely high.

In the end, Tang San could only let out a reluctant cold snort, effectively compromising.

"Fine, I'll teach you!"

He waved his hand impatiently.

"However, a craftsman must sharpen his tools if he wants to do his job well. To learn forging, I must first get you a suitable hammer."

Tang San's gaze suddenly became profound, as if piercing through time and space to look toward some distant place.

"Follow me."

With a wave of his hand, the space within the Sea God palace distorted instantly, and he vanished from the spot, taking Ji Jing with him.

Golden light flickered, and the space shifted.

When Ji Jing felt solid ground beneath his feet again, he had already arrived inside a massive, vibrant Life Ancient Tree.

Looking at the familiar and intimate scene before him, Ji Jing turned to look at Tang San with some confusion:

"Uncle San, we aren't going to find a hammer, so why are we here at Auntie Green's place?"

"Who said coming here isn't about finding a hammer?"

Tang San stood with his hands behind his back, looking inscrutable.

"Forging is not just about striking metal; it is the process of imbuing metal with life and soul."

"Ordinary mortal iron, or even the metals of the God Realm, will sooner or later be insufficient for you."

"Therefore, I intend to go directly to the Goddess of Life and have her craft a pair of unique divine hammers for you."

"Divine hammers?"

Ji Jing's eyes lit up, but he immediately frowned.

"Why would Auntie Green craft divine artifacts for me? I don't have that much pull."

Hearing this, Tang San glanced at him sideways and said as if it were only natural:

"If she won't give them to you, can't you beg her? Isn't it enough to just let you owe her a favor?"

Ji Jing: "?"

Ji Jing felt speechless; he had thought Tang San would have some magical trick to get him a forging hammer.

It turned out it had nothing to do with him...

However, Ji Jing ultimately said nothing.

He calculated silently in his heart:

Forget it, owing Auntie Green a favor is better than owing Biesan a favor.

Having figured this out, Ji Jing's mood immediately improved significantly.

Just then, a gentle and soft voice drifted from the core of the Life Ancient Tree:

"Sea God, why have you brought Jing'er to me?"

Accompanying the voice, a soft green light descended from the ancient tree, coalescing into a woman dressed in a jade-green gown, possessing stunning beauty and a temperament as warm as jade.

She was barefoot, hovering in mid-air, her eyes filled with benevolence and vitality.

It was none other than one of the five God Kings of the God Realm, the Goddess of Life.