The Human Race's Three Saints: Zhang Bingqing

"Interesting..."

Zhang Bingqing looked at the mirror before her, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.

As one of the Human Race's three saints, she naturally had subordinates with all kinds of strange abilities.

Although Zhang Bingqing was Zhang Daosheng's daughter, she had not inherited his ice affinity as her brother Zhang Zilai had.

Instead, her talent was a mutation that combined both her parents' gifts.

Ice Phoenix! A mythical beast talent!

The Windwing Tiger and Westwind Lion King were nothing before her.

They were mere beasts. How could they hope to rival a divine beast?

When Zhang Bingqing awakened her talent, Zhang Daosheng had looked deeply troubled. Was she really my daughter?

She awakened at six, reached the Mountain-Moving Realm at seven, and the Overturning Sea realm at nine.

At just twelve, she entered the Myriad Stars Realm...

Now, at only twenty-five, she had skipped the Half-Saint Realm and stepped straight into the Saint Realm.

She was also one of the Human Race's strongest fighters.

And one of her subordinates possessed the mirror talent.

This mirror was no ordinary object. Like Bai Zhan's Long Sky sword, it belonged to the special class of talents.

The mirror was called Distant Viewing.

It was a special support talent that let its user watch what anyone they chose was doing.

It could be used on an enemy or someone they missed.

And the person being watched would never notice!

There was a limit to how long they could watch, though.

For example, its user was currently in the Bright Moon Realm. She could watch someone at the same level for one minute, someone in the Myriad Stars Realm for ten, and anyone below that with practically no limit.

If she watched someone in the Blazing Sun Realm, she would get only ten seconds. Watching a Half-Saint or a saint for even a moment would exact an enormous price.

"Qingqing, Uncle Zhang's new disciple is pretty strong," Lin Jing said around a mouthful of potato chips.

Zhang Bingqing nodded. "That much power in the Awakening Realm... It's rare."

"And that's not all! He uses the Wood Element! Hasn't the Wood Element always been for support?!" Lin Jing exclaimed.

Zhang Bingqing sighed. "Just eat your chips! Even those can't keep your mouth shut."

Zhang Bingqing was beginning to question everything. Even when she had been in the Mountain-Moving Realm, she could not have chased down someone in the Myriad Stars Realm.

Granted, that person had been injured, and those Wood Dragons and Wooden Humans of his...

Even setting everything else aside, their sheer physical force was frightening.

Every step the Wooden Human took shook the Lianhai Mountains violently.

And Ye Chen was only in the Awakening Realm. His potential was immense. Once he reached the Myriad Stars Realm, then the Half-Saint Realm...

Would his Wooden Human be able to shatter space?

Or did he have an even stronger talent skill?!

Zhang Bingqing had seen it all clearly through the mirror!

When the Westwind Lion King appeared, Ye Chen's hands had trembled, and he had instinctively moved to clasp them together.

The first time he clasped his hands, an enormous shield had appeared.

The second time, the Wooden Human had appeared!

The third time, the Wood Dragon...

What would the fourth bring?

Zhang Bingqing's curiosity about Ye Chen shot through the roof.

Judging by his abilities, his power against groups was already legendary.

If war broke out on the front lines and the Wooden Human and Wood Dragon charged into the enemy ranks...

Zhang Bingqing gazed into the distance. "If the Human Race had one more Demigod... or even one more saint..."

She sighed. "But becoming a Demigod is easier said than done."

"Ye Chen... I hope that in a few decades, you'll have a place in this world and the strength to keep part of it at peace."

Ye Chen had no idea that his actions had caught the attention of someone near the pinnacle of power on Blue Star.

Nor did he know she had placed such high hopes in him. He wouldn't have known whether to laugh or cry.

Ye Chen slept soundly. He had barely escaped with his life, after all.

And he really was exhausted.

That battle had made Ye Chen understand just how weak he was.

It might have seemed as though he could crush someone in the Myriad Stars Realm, but his opponent had been gravely injured.

And that was nothing compared to the Lion King in the Bright Moon Realm.

The Lion King had killed Dong Shizhang in an instant. What chance would Ye Chen, still in the Awakening Realm, have had?

When Ye Chen woke early the next morning, Li Xiaodie was nowhere to be seen. Resigned, he went to find Zhang Daosheng on an empty stomach.

"Hm? You're up this early?"

Zhang Daosheng looked surprised. "Why not rest a little longer? After yesterday..."

Ye Chen waved him off. "I'm fine. I've pretty much recovered. Besides, weren't we going to that Secret Realm today?"

Only when Ye Chen mentioned the Secret Realm did Zhang Daosheng remember.

"That's right. Everything happened so suddenly yesterday that I forgot."

"But are you sure your body can handle strenuous activity right now?"

Zhang Daosheng eyed him doubtfully.

"Oh, come on. I'm already at the sixth stage of the Awakening Realm. Do you think I'm some sickly weakling?" Ye Chen shrugged helplessly.

"All right, let's go." Ye Chen did not seem to be putting on a brave face, so Zhang Daosheng let it go.

He said nothing more.

Behind the Lan Family estate.

A huge palace was being built at a rapid pace.

Not far away, an enormous lion lay atop a giant Spirit Stone, basking lazily in the sun.

"Well, if it isn't the Lion King!" Ye Chen walked up and gave the Westwind Lion King a slap.

The Westwind Lion King opened his eyes lazily and glanced at him.

"Oh, it's you, Ye." He closed his eyes again and went back to meditating. "Don't tell me you came all this way just to see me."

"Tsk, tsk. What if I said I missed you terribly after we parted yesterday, Lion King? Would you believe me?"

Ye Chen wore a mischievous grin.

Beside him, Zhang Daosheng was speechless. He could barely take it.

Other people could not get away from this Bright Moon Realm Lion King fast enough, yet Ye Chen had walked right up to him.

"Stop calling me Lion King. I have a name—Westwind!" The Westwind Lion King rolled his eyes at Ye Chen.

Westwind was his title, his attribute, and his name.

Your father really didn't put much thought into naming you.

A certain author: "Bullshit! I lifted that name from a game!!!"

The readers: "Ohhh, so you couldn't even be bothered to come up with a name~"

"Oh, Little West~" Ye Chen said, narrowing his eyes.

"Cough, cough..." Beside him, Zhang Daosheng nearly choked on his own spit.

"Ye, that's going too far! Show some respect! I may not be human, but I'm still several hundred years older than you!" The Westwind Lion King looked utterly put out as he glared at Ye Chen.

"Hahaha, all right, I'll stop messing with you. Where's Brother Lan?" Ye Chen asked a nearby construction worker.

The worker was completely thrown by Ye Chen's sudden question.

"I..."

He stammered, at a loss for words. He was only a hired worker; how could he know where the Lan Family's head was?

"In the hall. Go find him yourself, and stop disturbing my sunbathing!" the Westwind Lion King said irritably.

Zhang Daosheng had been reduced to a spectator. Unbelievable...

Ye Chen really is a fearless little brat.

What he did not know was that Ye Chen had already seen how powerful the Bright Moon Realm Lion King was.

Ye Chen ran off with a wicked grin. Then he clapped his hands and led Zhang Daosheng into the Lan Family Reception Hall.

A moment later, a furious roar rang out from behind the estate.

"Ye, you little bastard!"

The Lion King smashed the wood blocking his sunlight with one swipe of his paw.

Fuming, the Westwind Lion King quietly moved the Spirit Stone and settled down to sunbathe somewhere else.

But the next moment, he was even angrier...

As soon as he had moved, the wood sank back into the ground.

"Ye!!!"