Remember the Smallest Thing I Have Done Is Killing

After walking out of the mall, Yin Hongye received a call from Mu Ye, the master of the Body Sect.

"Hongye, are you there?"

"What is it?"

"I need to go to the East Sea to find some ingredients. Could you help me protect the Divine Craftsman for a while?"

"Is that all..."

Yin Hongye had thought it was some major event he was unaware of; it turned out Mu Ye just needed to leave for a while.

He spoke again, "That means I won't be able to come over for free meals for a long time."

"No, is the point you're concerned about really that you won't be able to eat the food I cook?"

"Isn't that the point?"

"Fine, I'll bring back two extra Silver Ribbons for you."

"That's more like it."

The two chatted naturally, showing no signs of distance. After putting down the soul communication device, Yin Hongye noticed the expression on Qian Renxue's face.

"What is this?"

"This is a soul communication device. In terms you can understand, it allows for sound to be transmitted over a thousand miles."

"What is the principle behind this soul device?"

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. I'll find you some children's books later."

"Why children's books?!"

"You aren't from this era. You know everything around you is a soul device, but are you truly accustomed to it?"

Qian Renxue was slightly stunned. She looked around and realized she couldn't understand anything in her surroundings.

"Let's talk about something you do understand. Your era had some soul devices too. You know that soul lamps can emit light. In my understanding, the reason a soul lamp emits light is because soul power flows through a specific soul array."

"I think I understand."

Qian Renxue nodded, then suddenly asked, "What was that Divine Craftsman you mentioned earlier?"

"The pinnacle of blacksmiths in this era. A blacksmith who creates Heavenforged Metal—their Heavenforged Metal must pass the test of heavenly lightning. Only after surviving the lightning tribulation is it considered Heavenforged Metal."

Yin Hongye tried his best to explain in terms Qian Renxue could understand.

But for someone from twenty thousand years ago, these words were a massive shock, especially to Lou Gao. He was genuinely curious about what kind of metal could undergo the tempering of heavenly lightning.

He had spent his whole life blacksmithing, and no metal of his had ever needed to survive a lightning tribulation.

Lou Gao looked at the sky outside the window and stopped all the work in his hands. His interest was incredibly piqued at this moment.

The soul technology had already surprised him enough.

But the pinnacle of blacksmiths from that era made him even more curious. If he could learn even a fraction of those skills, it would be enough to transcend this era.

"He is going to protect a Divine Craftsman. Perhaps I can witness the blacksmithing techniques of that era. Even if it's just once, it would be enough for this lifetime."

Only Tang Hao remained dismissive. Blacksmithing? So what if it was twenty thousand years later? No one could surpass him.

Not even the other few Divine Craftsmen who were as famous as him in the field of blacksmithing.

"No matter how strong blacksmithing is, can it compare to a Titled Douluo?"

At this moment, the scene on the sky screen shifted once again.

The soul vehicle drove away from the city lights, moving along a private road lined with meticulously pruned plane trees on both sides.

The branches and leaves overlapped above the roof of the car like a dome, and the light from the streetlamps leaked through the gaps, sweeping across the windshield in streaks. The road was long, as if it intended to leave the entire city behind.

The shadows of the trees suddenly receded, and the view opened up.

This was Gu Yue Manor.

The main building had gray-white stone walls, three stories high, spreading symmetrically to the left and right, adorned with the intricate patterns of an older era. The lawn was manicured to perfection, and in the center stood a circular fountain, its water jets shimmering with an amber glow under the night lights.

Further away, one could vaguely see a forest and the corner of a greenhouse, and deeper still, there seemed to be the reflection of a lake.

The iron gate slid open silently, and the sound of tires rolling over gravel was fine and rhythmic.

Qian Renxue sat in the passenger seat, "You live here?"

"No, don't tell me you think I'm poor! In the Federation, I can't even borrow a single hair's worth of credit. With debts in the quadrillions, I'm lucky to have a place to stay at all."

"Wait, you're a Titled Douluo, is there any need for this?"

"Titled Douluos aren't exactly rare in this era. My expenses are just high, and besides, these are all necessities for combat."

"Why do I suddenly feel a bit sorry for you! With such great talent, to not be valued—if it were in our era..."

Yin Hongye interrupted Qian Renxue, "The Federation treats me alright. At the very least, they wiped clean the things I did before."

"What kind of things?" Qian Renxue was curious. How much trouble could one person cause?

"First, I experimented with a soul skill and almost killed half the people in Shrek City. Then, I experimented with a soul device and almost leveled the Tang Sect headquarters in Heaven Dou City. After that, I went straight to the Spirit Pagoda headquarters and killed Pagoda Master Li, one of their Eighteen Heavenly Pillars."

"What kind of status do these factions hold in the Federation?"

"Let's divide the world into three parts; the Federation cannot suppress the combined strength of those three."

At this, Qian Renxue finally understood how immense the pressure on the Federation truly was. To survive even this, his life was remarkably tough.

"Is there anything else?"

"That was the smallest of my concerns. I accidentally killed someone."

Qian Renxue felt this matter was trivial and asked directly, "Did that person have a family?"

"They did!"

"Did his family forgive you?"

"They even thought I did the right thing!" Yin Hongye answered bluntly. After all, it was himself; could he ever do anything wrong? That old man Li deserved to die!

"It is truly a miracle that you have survived until now," Qian Renxue remarked, feeling that this Red Lotus Douluo was more than just lucky.

She felt he could easily live for another thousand years.

Soon, the vehicle pulled into a garage on the side of the main building. Sensor lights flickered on one by one, illuminating a row of soul-guided vehicles whose names she did not know.

Some had sharp, aggressive lines, while others were steady and heavy. Every single one was polished to a shine, looking like dormant beasts.

Yin Hongye pushed open the car door, and Qian Renxue followed behind him. Her high heels clicked against the gravel path, creating a faint, rhythmic sound.

The main door opened silently, and the lights in the foyer turned on automatically.

A blast of cool air carrying a faint scent of wood rushed to meet them.

The air was clean, and there were only two or three servants and a butler in the room.

"Your room is upstairs," Yin Hongye called out directly to the butler. "Take her up, just don't disturb me."

"Young Master, shall it be the usual?" the butler asked.

"The usual, that room will do. Oh, and get her some reading material for beginners in soul-guided devices."

Hearing Yin Hongye's words, Qian Renxue couldn't help but ask, "Do girls come to your house often?"

"How could they not? They keep sending women my way for no reason. Those people act like they've never seen a man before."

Yin Hongye was speechless, feeling quite repulsed by the actions of Chen Xinjie and Yu Guanzhi. Mostly, he was annoyed by the trash they kept finding.

None of them were worthy of his excellence. As expected, he was simply too outstanding.

"You don't like them?" Qian Renxue spoke up, intending to learn more about Yin Hongye's temperament.

"I don't like people disturbing me, especially those who lack a sense of boundaries."

Yin Hongye said this coldly; he disliked anyone intruding into his private space.

He disliked things he could not control even more.

Just like when he was a child, witnessing his mother's death with his own eyes.

Watching himself be completely powerless.

And the one who killed his mother was that person...

"Tomorrow, you will come with me to see the Godsmith. You can also learn the knowledge of this era, especially forging, the foundation of the highest technological crystallization of this age."

Yin Hongye's voice was calm. He knew Qian Renxue would leave sooner or later. Although she was foolish, clumsy, and stupid, it wouldn't hurt for her to learn a little more.

Even if she couldn't leave, he would be the one to send her on her way.