Seeing Tang Wulin's "biological father Tang San, don't get close" attitude, Feng Zaixing couldn't help but smile: "If these words were to get out, I don't know how many people would be envious. If the Tang Sect welcomes you back, they will certainly do everything in their power to Cultivate you into a talent."
Tang Wulin chuckled and said, "I know my own capabilities. It would be good enough if I could become a Titled Douluo in this lifetime. Why would I go back to the Tang Sect? I don't have that kind of ability."
Tang Wulin was quick-witted and knew that if he had no skills, no matter how great his background was, it wouldn't bring much benefit. Moreover, his status as the "Father of the Sea God" was actually non-existent, and he was a mortal enemy of the Senior Brother before him.
Not to mention that the Tang Sect had been tossed around by Feng Zaixing and had already scrambled in a sorry state from the Sun Moon Federation to the Star Luo Empire; perhaps it would be finished in a few years.
Returning to the Tang Sect now as the Crown Prince was almost no different from joining the Spirit Hall during the War of the Two Gods.
Feng Zaixing smiled gently and said, "Good, then I can be more at ease. Just walk your own path in the future. I don't necessarily have to destroy the Spirit Pagoda."
Tang Wulin rubbed his scalp, glanced at the prison behind him, and asked in a low voice, "Then where do I go now? I can't go back to the dungeon, can I?"
Feng Zaixing said, "It's not appropriate to get special treatment; you still have to serve time. I've prepared a luxury double cell for you nearby. Just go get Xie Xie out and make him your roommate."
"Alright!"
Tang Wulin happily stood up, ran out to pull the confused Xie Xie out, and took him from one cell to another—or rather, a Spirit Pagoda vacation resort that was called a prison but was actually a double apartment.
Taking one last look at the leisurely Tang Wulin, Feng Zaixing's smile faded, and he spoke to someone behind him, "Yaozhu, I'll leave things here to you."
"I think the representatives from the Spirit Pagoda headquarters will arrive soon. It's likely to be Qiangu Qingfeng, and there's a small chance Qiangu Dieting will come personally."
Leng Yaozhu appeared, a confident smile on her incredibly beautiful face, and said, "As long as the old Pagoda Master doesn't come himself, I won't fear Qiangu Qingfeng and Qiangu Dongfeng even if they join forces. However, Qiangu Qingfeng's character is different from Qiangu Dongfeng's."
"He is a decent person, but he has a cold personality. He isn't suitable to take over as the Pagoda Master right now. The position of Spirit Pagoda Master will be yours sooner or later."
Feng Zaixing walked close to Leng Yaozhu, looking directly into her crimson eyes, and smiled faintly, "The things I promised you are almost done now; Yaozhu, don't forget what you promised me."
As he spoke, he said half-jokingly, "Once you become the Spirit Pagoda Master, if any more problems arise within the Spirit Pagoda, I will have to hold you accountable.
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There was a huge age difference between the two, but knowing his strength and style, Leng Yaozhu did not feel offended. She replied in a relaxed tone, "Don't worry, Director Feng. If that day truly comes, Yaozhu is willing to accept any punishment; I will also certainly do my best to help Director Feng capture Yu Lai."
Feng Zaixing nodded slightly, his gaze passing through the crowded streets and alleys of Star Luo City, looking towards the Douling Continent, and said, "In this attack, she was the only one among the high-ranking members of the Holy Spirit Cult who did not take action. She should be watching the branch on the Douling Continent, but where she is now is unclear."
Leng Yaozhu cupped her hands and took the initiative to volunteer, "Once the situation here is settled, I will go to the Douling Continent to find Yu Lai. As long as she is still on the Douling Continent, I will definitely capture her!"
Leng Yaozhu thought such a statement was sincere enough, but unexpectedly, after hearing it, Feng Zaixing only frowned and shook his head, looking as if he didn't believe her at all.
"I believe in your determination, but forget about going alone. I'm afraid you won't come back, or you'll be ambushed and become a hostage."
Leng Yaozhu was stunned for a moment. Looking at the young man who acted so maturely, she pointed at herself and said, "I am a Limit Douluo who has cultivated for many years. You're still worried something will happen to me?"
Feng Zaixing said indifferently, "Halossa was much older than you, wasn't he still hacked to death by me? The Ghost Emperor has suffered two major losses in my Federation; he will definitely be more vigilant."
"Your concern for Leng Yulai and your illusions about her are your biggest flaws; once exploited, you will be beyond redemption. So don't go; wait for a collective action."
He said seriously, "If you are captured, it will truly be a huge problem. I've investigated a lot about you and Leng Yulai. The person Leng Yulai hates most in her life is not Ya Li, but you."
Leng Yaozhu's expression stiffened, and a sense of shame and annoyance rose in her heart, as if she were a fledgling young girl being lectured by him.
But thinking carefully—what he said was not without reason.
She just didn't accept his claim that Yu Lai hated her the most, saying, "Yu Lai and I grew up together after all. How could she hate me so deeply?"
Feng Zaixing was speechless for a while and said silently, "Back then, both of you liked Yun Ming. You know what happened back then yourselves, so I won't say it. Anyway, she's a lunatic."
Leng Yaozhu was shocked upon hearing this, and a chill suddenly enveloped her whole body.
Seeing her calm down, Feng Zaixing felt relieved and said no more. He stepped out of the Spirit Pagoda and returned to the underground villa previously purchased by the Federal Investigation Bureau in the Star Luo Empire to enter seclusion.
Inside the secret room, Feng Zaixing sat quietly on a prayer mat, condensing Qi in his chest and Dantian. Beside him lay Halossa's body, which remained unextinguished despite being burned, along with his belongings—the pluto sword "Netherworld Lament," which had been cultivated into a Divine Artifact.
"My eighth spirit ring has always been an issue. Now that I've refined your entire cultivation, it won't be a problem anymore."
The Twelve-Winged Angel unfolded, its wings of holy-evil symbiosis radiating thousands of rays of light. The Holy Body Heaven Domain released the swallowed Netherworld Rebirth Domain, refining it inch by inch.
"The Netherworld has rebirth, and the Holy Domain has heaven; only then is it a complete Reincarnation. The abilities of the son of the plane are combined into one in me, which will forge the most powerful Quasi-God in history."
Feng Zaixing's thoughts spread out, and the Holy-Evil Mark immediately covered every corner of the Domain. Angel Warriors appeared, slaying the dark Souls of the twelve Death Knights remaining in the Domain, refining and absorbing them.
In an instant, Feng Zaixing took the Three-Word Battle Armor left behind by Halossa's twelve Death Knights and frowned inwardly.
"Twelve sets of darkness-attributed Three-Word Battle Armor are truly a significant fortune. Later, I'll melt them all down and forge even more perfect Three-Word Battle Armor for the Angel Warriors, treating it as practice for my four-word battle armor."
Balancing the pattern of holy-evil spirit power, Feng Zaixing's aura spiraled upward. His Sacred Body absorbed the massive energy essence of the Golden Dragon King and the blood Qi of Smiling Tiger and Halossa, directly pushing the Innate Secret Method to the final "Golden Body" Realm.
"Once the Golden Body Realm is achieved, it will be the time for the Triple Awakening to bloom. My cultivation is a bit special; I hope everything goes well."
Insights into the final layer of the Innate Secret Method rose in his heart. Feng Zaixing's mind was immersed in cultivation, his body like a steadfast reef, unmoved by the crashing waves.
Suddenly, streaks of golden blood Qi surged in all directions. Feng Zaixing's blood Qi essence had long since surpassed A Ruheng and Mu Ye. This vast and grand blood Qi, under the operation of the Innate Secret Method, rapidly transformed Feng Zaixing's deeper body into a more primal power.
The Body Sect's cultivation process is the process of mastering and utilizing one's own body. Feng Zaixing's foundation was already sufficient; what he lacked was only the application.
The deeper the foundation, the faster the Realm cultivation. For instance, Tang Wulin, who had opened eleven Seals, could master the first layer of the Innate Secret Method in three days.
Golden dragon Qi surged. At the boundary of the holy-evil symbiosis Domain, golden dragon shadows seemed to fly out, majestic and imposing. A powerful dragon might also faintly emanated from Feng Zaixing's face.
Not far away, the Golden Dragon King resting inside Tang Wulin's body felt something. He cursed in his heart: "Damned brat, he's actually using this king's energy to deduce this king's fighting style and use it as a combat technique. No human has ever dared to desecrate this king like this!"
As he cursed, his feelings became more profound. He suddenly thought: "The power of evil is the power mastered by that old fellow, the Evil God King. By merging it with the power of holiness, his potential will be no less than that of Evil and Goodness."
"If my divine force is added, as long as it can be fused into one to create a Divine Technique, wouldn't its power hopefully surpass the Trial Sword of the Three Realms of those three half-baked Tang Sans?"
"This kid is simply not human. If he were given another Super Divine Artifact—hmm?"
The Golden Dragon King's Divine Thought sensed something. The heavenly saint splitting abyss halberd actually appeared beside Feng Zaixing. With his eyes closed, he swung the halberd at will, dancing it with great vigor and making it airtight. The cold halberd tip brought a three-inch blue light that could penetrate everything, making one shudder.
Seeing this, the Golden Dragon King's eyes blinked, and he suddenly looked forward to the future: "Jie jie jie, Tang San, oh Tang San, this king finally sees someone who can deal with you! Just you wait, this king will watch you meet your end!"
Time passed slowly. As Halossa's evil Qi merged into Feng Zaixing's body bit by bit, his Peak level 79 spirit power suddenly broke through the Bottleneck in an instant, reaching level 80.
Thousands of streams of light surrounded his body. A moment later, a golden spirit ring emitting an enchanting purple light rose slowly from beneath his feet, its surface adorned with circles of magnificent and brilliant flowers.
Eight-rings, Spirit Douluo!
Halossa's Divine Artifact, the pluto sword "Netherworld Lament," sensed it at this moment. The gray color of the sword body was washed away, turning into an eerie purple. It floated beside Feng Zaixing, releasing a new intention to recognize him as its master.
When Feng Zaixing woke up, Yu Xin informed him that the individual competition finals would take place the next day, and the messengers from the Spirit Pagoda had arrived.
"Qiangu Qingfeng? Qiangu Dieting finally sent someone capable of communication."
Walking out of the secret room into the sunlight, Feng Zaixing felt his level 83 spirit power, and a confident, bright smile appeared on his face.