King of Gods Chapter 1578 - A Beautiful Woman for a Master
Previously on King of Gods...
Huo Qingfeng gazed upon the three deep azure pills radiating icy brilliance and a potent medicinal fragrance, certain that they were Grade Six pills.
Yet this wasn't the source of his astonishment. The pill had obviously detonated into a heap of charred fragments, an undeniable failure. Yet upon Zhao Feng resealing and reopening the lid, three flawless Soul Origin Purging Pills had astonishingly materialized.
How could this be? Huo Qingfeng's worldview shattered entirely. He couldn't fathom the occurrence at all. Had it been a mere hallucination? He simply couldn't comprehend it.
Even setting that aside, Zhao Feng could never have possibly refined a Grade Six high-class pill!
Connecting all the bizarre events, Huo Qingfeng realized at last that this youth was far beyond ordinary appearances!
“Young Master, what just happened?” Huo Qingfeng inquired warily.
“Cough, cough... That charred pill you witnessed earlier was merely an illusion. I only sought to test your true character, but alas...” Zhao Feng coughed dryly, lecturing on virtue and integrity like a sage elder, ending with a heavy sigh of regret.
In truth, the refinement had failed outright, but no reason existed to reveal that. Otherwise, his Dream Origin secret would come to light.
“An illusion!?” Huo Qingfeng's mind reeled.
This explanation held merit. How else could a ruined pill transform into success?
Besides, for Zhao Feng to craft a Grade Six high-class pill demanded profound Pill Dao mastery. He might have woven an illusory aroma into the process. What other method could produce such a deception?
One fact Huo Qingfeng grasped firmly: this youth was profoundly mysterious. And that cat, since meeting Zhao Feng, had grown equally inscrutable and bizarre.
Noticing Zhao Feng's evident disappointment now, Huo Qingfeng understood that his fleeting killing intent at the failure had tarnished his image in the youth's eyes.
“Young Master... Senior, I lost control in that impulsive instant. Please pardon me!” Huo Qingfeng hastily pleaded. Convinced Zhao Feng was a reincarnated powerhouse or possessed by one, he even shifted his address.
Furthermore, this boy could produce a Soul Origin Purging Pill, marking him at least a Grade Six refiner. Huo Qingfeng felt abashed and compelled to justify himself.
“Mm, your sincerity convinces me, so my prior proposal stands.” Zhao Feng clasped hands behind his back, adopting a detached expression while radiating deep sagacity.
No pretense was required. From his prior life as a Creator, Zhao Feng naturally carried an expert's poise and aura.
Perched on his shoulder, the little thieving cat struck a profoundly sage pose, evidently deeming itself extraordinarily superior.
Fury gone, Huo Qingfeng pondered the offer seriously.
He now recognized the boy's bottomless potential, impossible to gauge by surface traits. Even knowing Huo Qingfeng's former peak cultivation, Zhao Feng's words remained unchanged, revealing immense self-assurance.
If I serve him, revenge and Azure City Sword Sect's revival are assured! Huo Qingfeng thought inwardly.
Yet as an Imperishable Realm genius, submitting as a thirteen-year-old's servant felt humiliating.
“Endure shame and shoulder burdens to achieve greatness. I chose you as servant seeing your solid talent. Excel later, and you'll be rewarded handsomely...” Zhao Feng continued, seeming poised to depart, as if Huo Qingfeng mattered little.
With centuries of life experience, Zhao Feng's performance rang utterly authentic.
“Senior, wait!” Huo Qingfeng shuddered briefly, then reached out to halt Zhao Feng.
Ultimately, Huo Qingfeng chose his path.
Vengeance, sect rebuilding, and open living demanded sacrifices. Zhao Feng was an enigmatic powerhouse and golden chance!
“One hundred-year contract. After that, go freely.” Zhao Feng tossed over a contract scroll.
Huo Qingfeng's talent proved worthwhile. For now, he could manage tasks for Zhao Feng, so a century sufficed.
“One hundred years?” Huo Qingfeng signed without delay.
To martial artists, a century was moderate.
“Let’s go!” Zhao Feng grinned, heading back to Southcloud City with Huo Qingfeng.
Meowmeow!
The little thieving cat wheeled around, gesturing insistently, as if declaring 'Master Cat' acceptable.
“No more disguises needed! None dare harm my followers!” Zhao Feng noted Huo Qingfeng's lingering old-man mask and commanded firmly.
Huo Qingfeng trembled. Such bold dominance confirmed his wise choice.
No one craved a false visage forever. Huo Qingfeng's facial skin rippled and peeled away, soon unveiling a sharp-browed, keen-eyed youth pulsing with menace. Yet faint grief lingered, suiting his prior elder guise.
Zhao Yun, Zhao Hai, and others awaited Zhao Feng at the restaurant.
“Brother Feng, where’s that vile elder? Did he harm you?”
“Touch Brother Feng, and the Zhao Clan won’t spare him!”
The Zhao youths fawned over Zhao Feng.
“Here he is, merely disguised earlier,” Zhao Feng casually indicated Huo Qingfeng trailing him.
The youths fell silent, gaping at Huo Qingfeng.
Huo Qingfeng's gaze sharpened fiercely, piercing their souls, his pressure stifling their breath.
Naturally, Huo Qingfeng wouldn't harm Zhao Feng's kin or waste effort on brats.
“Young Master, I take my leave!” En route, per Zhao Feng's directive, Huo Qingfeng bid farewell.
To avoid parental suspicion, Zhao Feng kept Huo Qingfeng from the city lord’s estate, stationing him nearby for quick response to foes.
Huo Qingfeng rented a cultivation chamber close to the estate.
Inside, he eagerly withdrew the three deep blue pills.
Gulp!
Swallowing them, Huo Qingfeng cultivated and mended injuries. A cool essence surged through him, permeating bones, organs, and soul, wondrously repairing damage.
“This pill’s quality... perfect!” Huo Qingfeng inwardly marveled.
As a sect prodigy, he'd ingested countless remedies.
Remedies graded by efficacy and rank: flawed, low, best, apex, perfect. Flawed yielded 10-30% effect; perfect, full 100%.
“A Pill Dao grandmaster! Undoubtedly!” Huo Qingfeng exclaimed joyfully.
Back at the estate, the group dispersed. Zhao Feng prepared matters.
Daily, the little thieving cat prowled the estate, pilfering discreetly.
Memory restored, its thievery reached peaks only Imperishable Realm experts might detect. Its cute facade charmed residents, easing its escapades.
One day, Zhao Feng's parents arrived.
“Father, Mother, what brings you?” Zhao Feng welcomed them smiling at the gate.
Beside his parents stood an unfamiliar woman, stunning and elegant, scrutinizing Zhao Feng intently.
“Feng’er, how progresses your cultivation?” Zhao Tianlong asked caringly.
Clan patriarch, he fretted over Zhao Feng's growth, his future heir.
Zhao Feng shone in exams, but his realm lagged.
“Your son has hit Blue Qi Realm peak,” Zhao Feng stated evenly.
Zhao Tianlong stayed mute. Peak Blue Qi at fourteen was middling for clan scions, subpar for main branch.
“Feng’er, your father secured this new teacher for you. Cultivate under her henceforth!” Zhao Tianlong gestured to the woman.
Knowing Zhao Feng shunned restrictions and rarely sparred, yet noting his records, parents suspected hidden prowess.
This tutor would guide and probe his true power.
“Feng’er, don’t underestimate Tingyu! At twenty-seven, she’s peak Divine Transformation!” His mother beamed warmly.
They departed soon. Busy patriarch, Zhao Tianlong trusted Song Tingyu with his son.
Song Clan prodigy near Southcloud, her talent eclipsed Song males, crowning her generation.
“You’re Zhao Feng? I’ll be your master from now—Song Tingyu!” She smiled.
“Wait! Parents said teach, not master. Prove your worth first,” Zhao Feng laughed lightly.
A Creator expert taking her as master? Absurd!
Song Tingyu blinked in surprise, then grinned, dismissing it as youthful arrogance. She'd impress him with prowess.
“Fine. How shall I demonstrate master-worthiness?” Song Tingyu smiled patiently, unperturbed by the brat.
“Masters need keen insight to spot cultivation flaws and martial lacks,” Zhao Feng declared upright.
“Right!” Song Tingyu agreed. Essential master trait.
Peak Divine Transformation, her judgment sufficed for Zhao Feng despite any gaps.
“Teacher, how long to Violet Qi Realm for me?” Zhao Feng opened his stance for her inspection.
“Merely ten percent Blue Spirit to Violet Spirit converted. Sans aids or drugs, at least ten days,” Song Tingyu assessed after thorough study.
Privately, she figured a month, assuming high talent. Certain he hid nothing.
“Good! I’ll cultivate to test Teacher’s judgment.” Zhao Feng pivoted to train.
Song Tingyu smirked faintly. Ten days to Violet Qi? Impossible.
Yet as Zhao Feng stepped forward, vital energy throbbed from him, violet haze erupting outward.