Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua, Body Sect's Mu Ye

Tiandou City, headquarters of the Blacksmith Association.

Zhen Hua's office was located on the top floor of the association, spacious and quiet.

Through an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, one could overlook the scenery of most of Tiandou City, with continuous rooftops in the distance and streets weaving like fabric nearby.

However, the decor of this room was not luxurious; instead, it carried a heavy sense of industrialism and history.

Various forging tools hung on the walls, and the bookshelves were piled high with ancient texts and design blueprints.

Han Tianyi pushed the door open and entered with Fang Lin and Na'er.

Behind a large desk sat a burly, middle-aged man.

He was the Divine Craftsman, Zhen Hua.

Fang Lin fixed his gaze on him, seeing a middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes, possessing a very handsome appearance.

He looked to be only in his thirties, yet his eyes were filled with a sense of vicissitudes and depth that simply shouldn't belong to someone of that age.

His temples were completely white, forming a sharp contrast with the black hair on his head.

This was clearly a sign of excessive vitality consumption.

Most striking were his hands; they looked significantly larger than an average person's, yet they lacked prominent knuckles and were fair and slender.

They looked just like a woman's hands.

Zhen Hua's gaze landed on Han Tianyi, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Old Han, it's been a long time."

He stood up, his voice steady yet warm.

"Indeed, Zhen Hua, it has been a long time."

Han Tianyi nodded slightly, his tone calm, like an old friend reunited after a long separation.

"Come, sit."

Zhen Hua gestured to the chairs in front of the desk and added, "Knowing you love tea, I've already brewed some for you."

As he spoke, he lifted the purple clay teapot on the desk, his wrist tilting slightly.

Clear tea poured like a thin stream into two white porcelain cups, steam rising in curling wisps.

A faint, elegant fragrance of tea slowly permeated the air, refreshing the heart and lungs.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Han Tianyi sat in the chair before the desk, picked up a white porcelain cup, and took a small sip.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly very satisfied with the tea.

Zhen Hua set down the teapot, turned his gaze to Fang Lin and Na'er standing to the side, and waved his hand.

"Alright, you two don't just stand there, sit down as well."

He pointed to the sofa against the wall, his tone casual and gentle. "You don't need to be restrained here; just make yourselves at home."

Fang Lin and Na'er instinctively looked at Han Tianyi, and only after seeing their teacher nod slightly did they sit on the sofa.

Han Tianyi set down his teacup and asked, "Has that brat Mu Ye not arrived yet?"

Zhen Hua leaned back against his chair and shook his head, a hint of helplessness in his tone. "Not yet. Who knows what that guy is fussing about now."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a voice as loud as a bell rang out from outside the office door.

"Zhen Hua, who says I haven't arrived!"

The door was pushed open violently from the outside, and a middle-aged man in a gray robe strode in.

Seeing the newcomer, the helpless smile on Zhen Hua's face deepened, and he shook his head. "Speak of the devil."

"You guy, do you only show up when people are nagging about you?"

Mu Ye grinned, completely unbothered by Zhen Hua's teasing.

He turned to look at Han Tianyi, his voice still loud but slightly more restrained. "Uncle-Master."

"Mm."

Han Tianyi nodded slightly and said, "Alright, let's talk business now."

"Mm."

Zhen Hua and Mu Ye nodded simultaneously, the casual expressions on their faces fading, replaced by a serious demeanor.

Han Tianyi called out, "Little Lin, come here."

Hearing this, Fang Lin stood up and walked over to stand beside his teacher.

Han Tianyi introduced them formally: "These two are the Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua, and the current Sect Master of the Body Sect, Mu Ye."

"Junior Fang Lin greets the two seniors." Fang Lin bowed respectfully.

Zhen Hua and Mu Ye nodded slightly, their gazes landing on Fang Lin as they looked him up and down.

"Old Han, is this kid your disciple?" Mu Ye asked with great interest, a trace of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

"Mm."

Han Tianyi nodded slightly, then his tone shifted, becoming solemn. "Little Lin, although I possess the secret techniques of the Body Sect, I cannot pass them on to you."

"That is not mine to give; I cannot make that decision."

"Whether you can learn the Body Sect's secret techniques now depends on whether your senior brother here agrees."

As he spoke, he looked toward Mu Ye with a calm expression.

Upon hearing this, Mu Ye fell into deep thought.

Logically speaking, Han Tianyi had long since left the Body Sect and joined the Spirit Transmission Pagoda.

According to the sect's rules, he could even be considered a traitor.

However, when Han Tianyi left the sect back then, he had received the consent of his master, who was also the previous Body Sect leader.

Moreover, over these years, Mu Ye had often relied on Han Tianyi's status and connections within the Spirit Transmission Pagoda to facilitate his own acquisition of spirit souls.

Therefore, he did not directly refuse Han Tianyi's request, but instead said he would make a decision after seeing Fang Lin.

After a moment of contemplation, Mu Ye remained silent, stepped forward, and grabbed Fang Lin's arm.

A thick, rich surge of soul power flowed from his palm into Fang Lin's body, beginning a meticulous examination.

Fang Lin only felt a warm and powerful force surging into his body, like an invisible current flowing through his meridians.

It swept through every meridian, every bone, and every acupoint.

He did not resist, allowing the soul power to probe freely.

Mu Ye's expression shifted from casual to focused, and finally, a hint of surprise appeared.

"Good lad."

Mu Ye let go, a flash of brilliance in his eyes. "Your physical constitution is even better than I imagined."

Han Tianyi smiled slightly but said nothing, merely picking up his teacup to take another sip.

Zhen Hua was also observing Fang Lin with interest at this moment and spoke up: "It's not easy to get a compliment out of this kid, Mu Ye."

"Old Han, this disciple of yours is no simple character."

"He does have some talent, but he still has a long road ahead of him." Han Tianyi set down his teacup, his tone indifferent, though the glint of gratification in his eyes could not be hidden.

Mu Ye looked Fang Lin up and down once more and suddenly said, "Come, release your martial soul and let me see it."

"Alright."

Fang Lin nodded, his soul power surging within him. "Golden Dragon King, possess!"

Dark golden dragon scales instantly covered his entire body, and his pupils transformed into cold, golden vertical slits.

His arms morphed into golden dragon claws, his fingers turning into razor-sharp talons that glinted with a cold light, as if they could tear through anything.

"Ahem."

Mu Ye gave a light cough to clear his throat, then grinned, a strange sense of satisfaction in his smile.

Who says a dragon isn't a body-type martial soul? he thought to himself.

Isn't a dragon's body still a body?

The Body Sect focused on cultivating the body itself to its absolute limit.

Regardless of the form of the martial soul, as long as it was a part of the body, it fell within the scope of the Body Sect.

"Junior brother, I can teach you the Body Sect's secret techniques."

Mu Ye changed his form of address directly, his voice loud and forthright. "However, there is one thing I must tell you first."

He put away his smile, his gaze becoming serious. "The Body Sect's secret techniques are extremely arduous to cultivate and place a massive burden on the body; it is by no means an easy task."

"Are you sure you want to learn?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin nodded without hesitation: "Please, Senior Brother, grant me your guidance."

"Good."

Mu Ye nodded, a look of satisfaction appearing in his eyes.

Han Tianyi watched this scene, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

He knew it was a done deal.

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