King of Gods Chapter 1580 - - Zhao Fengs Path of Prosperity

Huo Qingfeng, the renowned genius of the Azure City Sword Sect, had just addressed Zhao Feng as his master? Song Tingyu's mind reeled in shock as she stared at him in utter disbelief.

“I am he,” Huo Qingfeng replied indifferently, casting a glance at Song Tingyu.

Though Song Tingyu displayed solid talent and impressive cultivation, she only seemed adequate to him.

This blatant dismissal left Song Tingyu seething with anger. Did he truly rank her below a mere youth like Zhao Feng? Yet she swallowed her frustration.

Huo Qingfeng's injuries had healed, though his cultivation still required gradual progress. He and Song Tingyu both stood at the peak of Divine Transformation Realm. Huo Qingfeng held the edge in power as a Sword Dao specialist. On top of that, he possessed insights from the Imperishable Realm that Song Tingyu lacked.

“Kid, what's your scheme?” Song Tingyu asked offhandedly, brimming with irritation.

“I'm your master. Is that how you should act?” Zhao Feng scowled while interrogating her.

Anger flared in Song Tingyu again, yet gazing into Zhao Feng's eyes, she inexplicably submitted.

“Yes, Master!” Song Tingyu gritted her teeth, altering her tone.

Having lost the bet, she had no retort. Besides, a powerhouse matching her strength obeyed Zhao Feng without question.

Huo Qingfeng observed the scene and inwardly marveled in astonishment: So this Divine Transformation Realm woman is his disciple as well.

This only reinforced Huo Qingfeng's conviction that Zhao Feng hid depths beyond appearance.

“Now, we're off to strike it rich!” Zhao Feng nodded with a grin.

“Get rich?” Both Song Tingyu and Huo Qingfeng froze, clueless about Zhao Feng's intentions.

As the city lord's son from the dominant Zhao Clan in Southcloud City, why would Zhao Feng chase wealth? Huo Qingfeng suspected profound motives lay behind it.

“Exactly! Let's move.” Zhao Feng took the lead.

Focused solely on cultivation, he could ascend to the pinnacle swiftly. In his previous life, relentless dangers and ambitions drove him to pour all efforts into training.

But now, Zhao Feng placed less emphasis on cultivation, finding repetition dull. He craved a fresh route: the road to riches.

Power reigned supreme, yet paired with fortune, it grew mightier. Sufficient wealth even allowed building one's own force!

“Huo Qingfeng, I've got a task for you!” Zhao Feng spoke to him en route.

“Please instruct me!” Huo Qingfeng's gaze lit up.

“I'm launching an auction house, with you acting as the front-facing proprietor....” Zhao Feng outlined his scheme in detail.

The auction house marked his initial venture into prosperity. Destined as Azure City Sword Sect's future leader, Huo Qingfeng likely excelled in oversight. Plus, the binding contract ensured total loyalty.

Huo Qingfeng furrowed his brow. Devoted utterly to Sword Dao with a vendetta burning hot, he yearned for rapid growth and balked at auctioneering.

“Intend to avenge solo? Profits from the auction house could recruit top experts, boosting your revenge odds,” Zhao Feng persuaded upon noticing the reluctance.

Huo Qingfeng calmed instantly. Solo vengeance proved daunting. Funds meant acquiring vast cultivation aids to surge his power.

Ultimately, running an auction house aligned with his core ambitions.

“Establishing an auction house demands ages though.” Huo Qingfeng raised another issue.

Small outfits struggled to gain traction from nothing. Worse, Zhao Feng aimed to pull strings covertly, barring Zhao Clan branding.

“I've got it covered,” Zhao Feng stated calmly.

Noting Zhao Feng's ironclad assurance, Huo Qingfeng held his tongue.

The trio soon reached Southcloud City's liveliest district and secured a spacious storefront.

Despite his status as city lord's heir, Zhao Feng lacked ample Origin Crystals. The thieving cat's latest heists funded most of it.

Meowmeow!

The thieving cat flashed a sly grin while high-fiving Zhao Feng.

Song Tingyu watched the boy and cat in speechless bewilderment.

Storefront acquired, the three people and one cat bustled to prepare. Zhao Feng shelled out heaps of Origin Crystals for basic guards.

Thus, Star Peak Auction House came into being.

“Master, auction house ready, yet nobody's consigning items?” Song Tingyu taunted.

“Your master possesses some playthings.” Zhao Feng smiled mysteriously, flicking his hand to summon a heap of goods onto the table.

Automatons, pills, arms, arrays—all premium caliber.

“Countless Star Origin Realm and Divine Transformation Realm automatons? Plus Soul Origin Purging Pills, Skyblood Fire Spirit Pills, Golden Yang Pills...!” Song Tingyu blanched, scrutinizing the trove in horror.

Zhao Feng clearly transcended ordinary youths. How amassed a child such riches? City lord's son or not, merely a teen—why lavish such bounty?

Her close look confirmed the automatons' exquisite craft, low energy draw, superior build. Most pills ranked top-tier, some flawless.

Huo Qingfeng reeled similarly. Aware of Zhao Feng's pill refining mastery—likely his handiwork—had he forged the automatons, arrays, weapons too?

Zhao Feng stayed mum, concealing his prowess.

“Treasures draw crowds to auctions. These will rocket Star Peak Auction House to fame across Southcloud City!” Huo Qingfeng chuckled delightedly.

That afternoon, a grand placard rose before the fresh Star Peak Auction House, listing tomorrow's lots in shimmering golden script.

These were must-haves craved by nearly every martial artist.

Passersby quickly spotted it.

Skeptics doubted a newbie house's hoard, but risking deceit beat missing out! Fewer knew of it, thinning rivals.

Next day, Star Peak Auction House hosted its debut sale. Sparse attendance, yet flawless execution.

Word of Star Peak Auction House spread that very day—superior goods at bargain rates.

Third day brimmed to bursting. Fourth overflowed!

Star Peak's wares dipped slightly in scarcity, but fame buffered any dip.

Buoyed by acclaim, consignments poured in—more bidders meant loftier bids.

Huo Qingfeng and Song Tingyu thrilled at the throngs. Their deal with Zhao Feng promised profit shares, sparking pure elation.

“Mm?” Huo Qingfeng detected oddity, slipping away. Back room concealed:

“Yours.

“For Song Tingyu and Huo Qingfeng. Mine!”

Zhao Feng split the earnings. Meowmeow!

The little thieving cat sulked, deeming Zhao Feng stingy—its thefts seeded the venture.

Night cloaked the exterior; shadows birthed an intruder. Zhao Balong's hitman: peak Divine Transformation Realm, ample to slay Three Qi Realm foes.

This kid... no pushover! the silhouette grumbled inwardly.

Flanked constantly by Song Tingyu and Huo Qingfeng, distant spying yielded scraps. Yet Zhao Feng's oddity emerged clear; intrigue bloomed. Kidnap, soul-search, execute.

Weeks of vigil paid off—solitary moment struck for approach.

“Haha, brat, doom arrives!” Shadow lunged, manifesting ink-black form wielding chill-radiating gray dagger.

Thwish!

Dark assailant burst in, charging Zhao Feng.

“At last, you emerge?” Zhao Feng lifted his head, smirking.

To the ebony attacker, that grin chilled profoundly.

Spotting the thieving cat's matching smirk bred dire chills. No terror gripped this Three Qi Realm boy and pet against a Divine Transformation assassin—instead, knowing smiles.

Impossible! They couldn't detect him; even spotted, escape proved futile.

Abruptly, corner puppet's eyes glowed crimson. Arm swept, unleashing dense white ray. Pitch-man recoiled too late—beam struck.

Lacking raw force, contact birthed annihilating blast: devouring white orb.

“Imperishable Realm...!?” Eyes bulged in terror; form evaporated.

Recent windfalls bought rare stuff. Freshly crafted: Imperishable Realm puppet.

Huo Qingfeng shoved in. Aghast, he witnessed black form swallowed, orb dissipating.

“Qingfeng arrived tardy, failing Master's guard! Mercy, Master!” Huo Qingfeng inhaled sharply, bowing low.

Instant death on entry; yet assassin matched peak Divine Transformation. Stealth master—burst power might eclipse Huo Qingfeng's.

Yet slain outright.

Missing Zhao Feng's move, puppet's deed puzzled him.

“Return. Atone via diligence!” Zhao Feng commanded, tossing two dimensions. “Your shares with Song Tingyu!”

“Many thanks, Master!” Huo Qingfeng, awe-faced yet stunned within, retreated slowly.