King of Gods Chapter 1579 - Zhao Feng Takes a Disciple

Song Tingyu gazed at Zhao Feng's departing figure with a smile, her heart filled with assurance. However, right as he stepped past the doorway, dense violet energy erupted from his body, pulling the Heaven Earth Yuan Qi in the chamber toward him.

“This is...” Song Tingyu stood frozen in shock. Moments ago, when she examined Zhao Feng’s energy core, she confirmed that merely ten percent of his Blue Spirit energy had turned into Violet Spirit energy.

Yet the violet energy radiating from Zhao Feng now showed at least thirty percent, no, forty percent conversion. This violet energy grew denser, wrapping around him like a mist. His form turned indistinct and mysterious, and gazing at it left one feeling dazed.

As Song Tingyu stared at Zhao Feng’s retreating back, she oddly sensed she was beholding an unfathomably mighty expert.

She swiftly regained her composure, only to witness something even more shocking. Zhao Feng’s Violet Spirit energy had become utterly pure, fully converted to one hundred percent.

When she extended her Spiritual Sense, Song Tingyu's face drained of color, her mind nearly collapsing.

“Just now... what happened?” Song Tingyu murmured softly.

In mere moments, Zhao Feng had surged straight into the Violet Qi Realm!

She had claimed Zhao Feng would require at least ten days to breakthrough without pills, but that estimate still overestimated him. How could she predict he would advance after only a few steps!?

Embarrassment and shame washed over Song Tingyu.

“Stop!” Song Tingyu shouted, her cheeks flushing red.

“What does this young master need?” Zhao Feng turned back with a grin.

“Were you toying with me earlier?” Song Tingyu's gaze turned icy.

In her eyes, Zhao Feng must have concealed his cultivation. Otherwise, no way could he breakthrough from just a few steps. As for why she missed it, perhaps Zhao Feng practiced a secretive hiding technique from the Zhao Clan.

Her temper wasn't the best. Before, she tolerated him as merely a kid, but now convinced he was playing tricks, she dropped that view. Fury rushed to her head, unveiling her true nature.

“Correct!” Zhao Feng admitted openly.

Zhao Feng's direct confession made Song Tingyu's eyes widen, leaving her speechless for a moment. She never imagined he would own up without a fight.

Moreover, a peak Divine Transformation like her had been deceived by a fourteen-year-old boy. Who would buy that story? Naturally, as a Song Clan prodigy, she refused to spread such humiliation.

“No matter your schemes, I'm still your master! Now, I assign you a task!” Song Tingyu pulled a book from her interspatial dimension, handed it to Zhao Feng, then folded her arms and glared coldly.

“Spirit-level top-class art, Yellow Dragon Fist.” Zhao Feng eyed the book.

“Cultivate this combat skill to peak level in ten days!” Song Tingyu snorted coldly.

Martial skills varied in ranks, but a higher rank didn't guarantee victory over a lower one.

This stemmed from proficiency stages: basic, minor, major, peak. Perfect level existed too, but its demands were harsh—even creators might fail to attain it.

Song Tingyu wouldn't let Zhao Feng off after his prank. She aimed to make him suffer.

Yellow Dragon Fist wasn't top-tier, yet reaching peak in ten days proved impossible. Even a Star Origin Realm genius needed at least that long.

“Forget that—let's wager instead?” Clutching the book, Zhao Feng flashed a sly smile at Song Tingyu.

“What wager?” Song Tingyu asked warily.

An ominous feeling stirred in her, but as a peak Divine Transformation expert, how could she fear a mere boy?

“I've got a skill matching Yellow Dragon Fist's level. We'll race to peak our own skills—whoever finishes first wins!” Zhao Feng flipped his hand, showing a manual named Flowing Light Sword.

Song Tingyu froze, barely holding back laughter.

A Violet Qi Realm kid challenging her to master a Spirit-level skill fastest? She questioned if Zhao Feng's head was damaged.

As a peak Divine Transformation, she trained only Earth-level top-class skills. Grasping a Spirit-level top-class one was effortless—she could wield it after one read, reaching peak with brief practice.

Victory was assured!

“Fine! Witness your master's prowess!” Song Tingyu accepted.

She could reclaim her lost dignity from his deception right away.

“Winner becomes true master,” Zhao Feng stated calmly. A real bet needed stakes.

“Agreed!” Eager to see Zhao Feng squirm, Song Tingyu consented instantly.

As her first disciple, she wanted Zhao Feng's full obedience without gripes.

Taking Zhao Feng's book, Song Tingyu scanned it with her Spiritual Sense.

Though no sword expert, she trusted one read to use it, peak mastery soon after.

But suddenly, Song Tingyu noticed something strange about Zhao Feng. He wasn't browsing the Yellow Dragon Fist manual—instead, he grinned awkwardly while watching her.

“Why aren't you practicing Yellow Dragon Fist?” Song Tingyu demanded.

“Watch closely!” Zhao Feng stepped forward and announced.

Violet Spirit energy swirled around his fists, rapidly shifting to yellow glow laced with Earth energy. Boom!

His punch unleashed a roaring yellow energy stream shaped like a dragon.

Zhao Feng struck twice, three times.... Dark yellow dragons coiled around him one by one, vivid and fearsome. With each blow, Zhao Feng transformed into a heaven-defying furious dragon.

This debut display was stunning and powerful. Song Tingyu watched mesmerized. In Zhao Feng's hands, this basic fist art unleashed tremendous power, earning her quiet admiration.

Abruptly, all roars and effects faded.

“I win.” Zhao Feng smiled faintly.

Song Tingyu jolted, then blanched.

“You... cheater! You've practiced this before!” Song Tingyu trembled, her face a mix of shock and panic. These were her only words.

Zhao Feng hadn't glanced at Yellow Dragon Fist yet wielded it flawlessly—not just peak, but perfect. Impossible! So Song Tingyu assumed prior practice.

Yet Yellow Dragon Fist, though basic, belonged to the Song Clan. The Zhao Clan might not possess it. And such coincidence? Even she doubted it.

Unbeknownst to her, Zhao Feng memorized the entire manual with one look. As a Creator-level figure, perfect mastery came easily.

“Cheat or not, will Song Clan folk honor their bets? If you're all promise-breakers, I won't argue!” Zhao Feng feigned anger and roared.

Song Tingyu stiffened, rage simmering but unventable.

First, this was Zhao Clan turf, Zhao Feng's status equaling hers. Second, he spoke truth.

In this bet... she lost!

“Alright! I, Song Tingyu, concede defeat. You're my master now—but show me what you can teach!” Song Tingyu gritted her teeth and submitted.

She wouldn't renege. She'd bide time, then handle this brat!

Song Tingyu turned to depart.

“Good! Obedient disciple—follow your master,” Zhao Feng nodded and commanded.

“You...!” Song Tingyu halted, fury erupting, but she suppressed it.

She'd lost twice today; Zhao Feng's sight irked her. She yearned to retreat, vent, and plot revenge—but he wouldn't release her.

“Move!” Zhao Feng clasped hands behind back and strode out.

Song Tingyu trailed, glaring murderously at Zhao Feng. Slowly, calm returned. Reflecting, she realized this boy was profoundly mysterious!

As Zhao Feng and Song Tingyu exited, in a secluded hall of the city lord’s estate, a brawny man radiating dominance sat elevated, his aura weighing down the air.

A shadow materialized before him, then a figure emerged from it.

“Zhao Feng left with Song Tingyu!” the dark figure bowed and reported.

“Zhao Tianlong claims it's just a tutor for his son, but truly, it's a guard. Shadow him closely. Seize any chance to eliminate him....” the commanding man instructed.

“Yes, Vice Patriarch!” The shadow dissolved.

“Zhao Tianlong, I had no intent toward your son, but he's no ordinary boy! He must perish.” The domineering man grinned viciously.

This was Zhao Clan's vice patriarch, Zhao Balong.

His three sons ranked among this generation's top talents. Zhao Tianlong's firstborn showed mediocre aptitude, unlikely for greatness. Thus, Zhao Balong eyed patriarch position, easing path to city lord.

Zhao Feng's birth drew his scrutiny. He couldn't pierce his depths—like an endless dark abyss. Threatened, he resolved to eliminate it!

Beyond the city lord’s estate, Zhao Feng and Song Tingyu soon located Huo Qingfeng.

“Master.” Huo Qingfeng remained composed.

The three perfect Soul Origin Purging Pills healed all his wounds. This gratitude alone bound him to Zhao Feng.

Plus, revenge and growth beckoned—trailing Zhao Feng offered chances.

“You're... Azure City Sword Sect’s Huo Qingfeng!” Song Tingyu exclaimed in astonishment.

Azure City Sword Sect lay distant, yet she'd heard of him—a genius surpassing her own.

Rumors said the sect eyed him for next master, until tragedy struck months back.

But Song Tingyu's real shock? Huo Qingfeng calling this mischievous kid his master!