King of Gods Chapter 1577 - Personally Refining a Pill

The abrupt change in the azure-robed elder’s demeanor stunned every spectator. A few even flashed sneering smiles. Ultimately, this elder had bowed to the pressure. He obviously nursed a grudge and resisted yielding completely at first, yet now his stance reversed entirely, as he grinned at the overbearing Zhao Feng.

Cultivators with weaker levels missed the hidden truth, but since Southcloud City stood as the wealthiest hub in the region, top experts flocked here. Numerous ones caught sight of Zhao Feng whispering to the elder just prior to his dramatic shift.

Zhao Feng’s group stepped into the restaurant and took seats at the elder’s table. A server swiftly brought extra chopsticks, cups, and bowls.

“This old man drinks a toast to Young Master!” The elder lifted his cup and drained it.

With the tension eased, the crowd started to scatter. Deep down, they marveled that a powerhouse far superior to Zhao Feng had knelt and forced a smile.

Once the wine went down, the azure-robed elder fixed a chilly gaze on Zhao Feng.

“Junior, how did you know who I was?” The elder murmured so faintly his words barely registered.

He was Huo Qingfeng, the top prodigy of the Azure City Sword Sect over the past millennium. Yet months back, foes had surrounded and wiped out the Azure City Sword Sect. The sect elders perished to ensure his escape, but enemy forces still hunted Huo Qingfeng, leaving him gravely wounded as he reached this spot.

His elderly guise was just a cover. He figured Zhao Feng knew his true self, deducing his injuries and desperate need for medicine.

“What could be so difficult about such a minor matter?” Zhao Feng smirked confidently while sipping his wine.

Zhao Feng had zero clue about this old man’s identity, though Huo Qingfeng wouldn’t buy it if told. Naturally, uncovering the old man’s background would prove simple if he tried.

Disdain flickered in Huo Qingfeng’s icy eyes. He obviously thought Zhao Feng overestimated himself. Meowmeow!

The little thieving cat yowled and waved right away, seemingly cheering Zhao Feng. Right now, sticking with Zhao Feng offered its best shot at survival.

Having lingered in Southcloud City awhile, the little thieving cat grasped Zhao Feng’s standing somewhat. Since Zhao Feng aimed to claim it as a pet, the cat chose to trail him. Maybe it could even pilfer treasures from the city lord’s manor.

“Young Master, I can give you the cat, but please assist me with my problem!” Huo Qingfeng dropped the chit-chat and cut to the chase.

“You want me to help by pulling out the item the cat stole from you and finding someone to refine a Soul Origin Purging Pill for you?” Zhao Feng questioned outright. If right, the thieving cat had nabbed the Soul Origin Purging Pill ingredients. Else, the elder wouldn’t chase so frantically.

“The Soul Origin Purging Pill?” Both Zhao Yun and Zhao Hai reeled in shock. Wasn’t this a fabled Grade Six high-class pill? Even the city lord’s estate held few at this tier.

Now they grasped that Huo Qingfeng surpassed their wildest expectations in strength.

In the Alakshana World, pills graded by cultivation realms. Grade Six matched the Imperishable Realm.

Their respect for Zhao Feng soared higher. He managed to soothe a figure like Huo Qingfeng into smiling submission.

“However, the Soul Origin Purging Pill is a Grade Six high-class pill. Few pill refiners in Southcloud City can craft it, and success rates plus quality remain low....” Zhao Feng shook his head lightly.

Huo Qingfeng’s gaze dulled. He knew this well but had no choice except to gamble. Without it, his body and soul stayed crippled, dooming his martial path.

Fury and murderous urge boiled in Huo Qingfeng’s heart. He craved vengeance, not endless flight from hunters.

“But I have a way to get you a high-quality Soul Origin Purging Pill,” Zhao Feng declared abruptly.

Huo Qingfeng snapped his head up, eyes clearing of despair, rage, and murder.

Normal Soul Origin Purging Pills couldn’t fully heal him, but superior ones offered hope.

“If Young Master needs anything, please speak!” Huo Qingfeng composed himself and eyed Zhao Feng deeply. This youth proved extraordinarily bizarre.

“I’ll give you one chance. Become my servant,” Zhao Feng stated bluntly.

Zhao Yun’s and Zhao Hai’s eyes bulged, hearts pounding wildly. Zhao Feng dared demand that from this supreme expert!?

Even as the city lord’s son, commanding a Divine Transformation Realm servant seemed impossible, let alone Imperishable Realm.

“Are you playing around with me?” Huo Qingfeng exploded in fury, voice icing over lethally.

A kid demanding an Imperishable Realm expert as servant? Absurd!

He glared murderously at Zhao Feng. If the brat stayed stubborn, he’d slay him, seize the ingredients, and bolt.

Zhao Yun and Zhao Hai felt Huo Qingfeng’s killing intent and trembled uncontrollably.

The little thieving cat, terrified, ducked behind Zhao Feng. Strangely, it felt secure there.

“I will talk alone with this old man. Wait for me here.” Zhao Feng eyed the Zhao Clan youths beside him.

“Brother Feng, you...” Zhao Yun’s voice quavered, but Huo Qingfeng’s glare silenced him mid-sentence.

“Follow me. I’ll help you out with the pill, and then you can consider my proposal.” Zhao Feng gazed steadily at Huo Qingfeng.

“Okay.” Huo Qingfeng stayed wary but unconcerned about tricks from Zhao Feng.

With Zhao Feng alongside, not even Southcloud City’s lord would act rashly.

Before departing, Zhao Feng scooped up the feigning-dead little thieving cat and headed out of the city.

Huo Qingfeng’s expression soured. This youth ventured outside alone. Did he fear no betrayal—kill him and cat, grab ingredients, escape?

Yet Zhao Feng’s bold demand earlier didn’t justify that. After all, Zhao Feng might truly secure a top-tier Soul Origin Purging Pill.

Man and cat soon reached a quiet stream north of the city, amid dense trees and scant people.

“You said that you would give me the pill, so why are we here?” Huo Qingfeng probed suspiciously.

“To refine the pill,” Zhao Feng replied instantly, pulling a dragon-patterned violet cauldron etched with complex motifs from his interspatial dimension.

“...you’re going to refine a Soul Origin Purging Pill for me?” Huo Qingfeng blanked out briefly, then paled as realization dawned.

The city lord’s heir wasn’t just cocky—he was outrageously bold, enough to shame the heavens.

A Soul Origin Purging Pill ranked as Grade Six high-class. Regular Grade Six refiners boasted under ten percent success, and prodigies among them hit at least five centuries, mostly millennia or more. Yet this teen claimed he’d forge one?

Huo Qingfeng’s face hardened. If true, he’d rather slaughter this conning brat and cat outright.

The little thieving cat quivered. This kid courted death, dragging it down too.

“Little thieving cat!” Zhao Feng pointed sternly, tapping the cat’s brow center.

The title rang familiar, and Zhao Feng’s finger blurred impossibly fast. Before dodging, the cat got jabbed.

A subtle dream-hued light pierced the little thieving cat’s soul, delving into memory depths.

Moments later, the little thieving cat stiffened and shuddered violently.

Huo Qingfeng gaped. What turned the cat like this? The longer he watched, the clearer a profound shift emerged, though undefined.

Abruptly, sly gleam lit the little thieving cat’s eyes.

Meowmeow!

The little thieving cat leaped to Zhao Feng’s shoulder, rubbing fondly against him.

“Hurry and take out the pill ingredients.” Zhao Feng smiled faintly.

Spitting out the ingredients, the little thieving cat grinned at Huo Qingfeng.

“Mm?” Huo Qingfeng scowled darkly. Now, no fear lingered in the cat’s eyes—only mocking scorn.

The pest he could squash effortlessly now dared act superior.

What trick did the kid pull? Huo Qingfeng scowled at Zhao Feng. A mere finger to the forehead wrought this unseen change.

Glancing over, Huo Qingfeng saw Zhao Feng already firing up the pill refinement.

“My Soul Origin Purging Pill!” Huo Qingfeng yelped.

He’d resolved to kill Zhao Feng if he dared refine it, but the cat’s shift distracted him, letting Zhao Feng begin.

What did a youth know of pill forging? Southcloud City’s masters offered slim success odds at best. This child? Zero chance!

Yet Huo Qingfeng soon fixated on Zhao Feng’s technique. He juggled ingredients fluidly, multitasking grind and refine like a veteran master.

Though no expert himself, Huo Qingfeng stood mesmerized.

Could this brat truly be a pill master...? Huo Qingfeng wavered.

This youth showered him with shocks rivaling a year’s worth.

Now, dark blue vapor wafted from the violet cauldron. Inhaling it eased Huo Qingfeng’s body, soul chilling refreshingly pure.

“He really can...!” Huo Qingfeng’s expression twisted repeatedly, hope blazing as he watched Zhao Feng.

Something off defined this boy—maybe a Chaos Heaven Nine Ranks expert reborn, or soul-seized by a grandmaster.

Since entering this realm, Zhao Feng delved into pill arts, even practicing. His peak remained Grade Five; Grade Six lacked fitting ingredients till Huo Qingfeng handed them over. Eager, Zhao Feng dove in.

Bzzz!

Azure radiance burst from the violet cauldron, its crisp scent making nearby flora quiver and sprout vigorously.

Huo Qingfeng’s thrill mounted. The pill neared completion. But then:

Boom! Bang!

A dull explosion rocked the cauldron. The lid flew off, black fumes billowing.

Charred pill scraps lay exposed to Huo Qingfeng’s stare.

Failure. Zhao Feng sighed. No prior Grade Six attempts; flopping first try was expected.

But Huo Qingfeng’s face turned icy and vicious behind him.

This punk toyed with him! Those slick moves were fake!

He’d fallen for the expert-reborn nonsense! Ridiculous!

Dreadful Sword Dao aura erupted from Huo Qingfeng, hurtling at Zhao Feng.

“Hold on! It hasn’t failed yet!” Zhao Feng yelled urgently.

He snatched the lid and resealed the cauldron.

Huo Qingfeng missed the odd energy stirring in Zhao Feng’s soul.

“Nonsense! I’ll take your life today, brat!” Huo Qingfeng snarled. This fiasco cost him dearly. The pill charred and popped; no way he’d swallow more lies.

“Success!” Zhao Feng whipped off the lid.

Deep blue glow surged out, carrying cool, invigorating chill.

Huo Qingfeng petrified, eyes popping. He gawked at the three deep blue pills, mind in chaos.