Feng Wuchen claimed that he was a Heavenly Blacksmith, but the Soul Stone's test showed that his soul power had reached the Heavenly Immortal Level.
Now that he had used the ability to create an artifact with a thought, he was undoubtedly at the level of a divine grade artifact craftsman.
Therefore, White Soul and the others didn't know what realm Feng Wuchen was at, but they believed that it was the latter.
After all, the Artifact Creation skill had never appeared in the Heaven Realm.
"Lord Feng, please have some tea." A beautiful maid served tea.
"Thank you." Feng Wuchen thanked the maid with a warm smile.
"President White, why did you invite me here?" Feng Wuchen asked casually, then took a sip of tea and nodded. "This is the best tea."
"When Elder Qiao came to register for Lord Feng, we were a little suspicious. Please forgive us, Lord Feng." The Deacon Elder quickly cupped his fists and said respectfully.
"Deacon Elder, you're exaggerating. I didn't mind. I was just curious about the Heavenly Tomb, so I decided to participate in the Artifact Creation Conference." Feng Wuchen smiled and took another sip of tea.
"Lord Feng, the entrance to the Heavenly Tomb is at the back of the Guild Mountain. Lord Feng can enter at any time." White Soul continued. His respectful attitude made it hard to believe that he was the Guild Leader.
Feng Wuchen frowned and asked in confusion, "The Heavenly Tomb is an ancient battlefield, but why is it controlled by the Guild? I don't mean anything, I'm just curious. "
Although the Guild was strong, it was much weaker than the Spirit Emperor Divine Palace.
As an ancient battlefield, the Heavenly Tomb should be controlled by a powerful force. Feng Wuchen was curious why it was controlled by the Guild.
White Soul smiled. "The Heavenly Tomb was discovered by the Guild's ancestors, so they built the Guild here. Later on, they set up a new seal, and it has been controlled by our Guild for many years."
"I see." Feng Wuchen nodded and thought, "Since it's an ancient battlefield, it must be filled with resentment. Even if there are many treasures, it's not suitable for cultivation. Moreover, it's dangerous. Otherwise, why would it be sealed?"
"Lord Feng, are you going to enter the Heavenly Tomb now?" Yang Qianxiao asked respectfully.
Feng Wuchen shook his head. "No, I'll go with them. It's inevitable that people will gossip if I get special treatment."
White Soul then asked, "Lord Feng, may I ask who your master is?"
"Evil Dragon God." Feng Wuchen replied. In any case, White Soul and the others did not know who the Evil Dragon God was.
"Evil Dragon God? Dragon Gods? "
As expected, White Soul and the others were confused. They had never heard of the Evil Dragon God.
"Don't mind it. You guys haven't seen him before. My master has never shown himself before. He's an expert that's out of this world." Feng Wuchen smiled.
"I see." White Soul and the others nodded in agreement.
Feng Wuchen had stepped into the realm of Divine Rank Weapon Craftsmen at such a young age. His master must be an extraordinary figure. How could they know about it?
White Soul and the others looked at each other. Yang Qianxiao immediately pleaded, "Lord Feng's refining realm is so high. Moreover, you've comprehended the Artifact Creation with Thought. This is the blessing of the Heavenly Realm. We sincerely request Lord Feng to join our Weapon Craftsmen Guild and revitalize the Heavenly Realm's Weapon Craftsmen."
"We sincerely request Lord Feng to join the Weapon Craftsmen Guild." White Soul and the others respectfully begged.
Clearly, this was their real purpose in inviting Feng Wuchen to the main hall.
"So this is the purpose of these old things." Feng Wuchen was secretly amused.
In terms of mental state, Feng Wuchen had indeed reached the realm of Divine Rank Weapon Craftsmen. However, in terms of cultivation realm, Feng Wuchen was only a Heaven Rank Weapon Craftsmen.
As for his vigorous soul power, of course, it was also because of his strong mental state.
"Don't forget that I'm an assassin of the Sky Shadow Pavilion, the archenemy of the Spirit Emperor. That old monster wants me dead every second. Moreover, the Sky Shadow Pavilion specializes in fighting against the God Race's Megrez. If I join the Weapon Craftsmen Guild, you'll be implicated." Feng Wuchen shook his head slightly.
However, White Soul said without hesitation, "Lord Feng is a Divine Rank Weapon Craftsmen and a member of the Sky Shadow Pavilion. Although the Spirit Emperor isn't one of the eight Heavenly Emperors, he won't dare to act rashly. Moreover, the Weapon Craftsmen Guild isn't something the Spirit Emperor can easily deal with."
"That's right! The Weapon Craftsmen Guild is spread throughout the Spirit Realm and even the Heavenly Realm. What happened today will definitely spread throughout the Spirit Realm. At that time, even the Spirit Emperor won't dare to act against Lord Feng. "Yang Qianxiao was very certain.
"This …" Feng Wuchen couldn't help but feel a little troubled. He was indeed worried that the guild would be implicated.
The Spirit Emperor was one of the eight Heavenly Emperors. If he really wanted to deal with the Weapon Craftsmen Guild, once he joined forces with the other Heavenly Emperors, it would be a piece of cake.
"Please join the Weapon Craftsmen Guild, Lord Feng." White Soul and the others respectfully begged again.
Many Weapon Craftsmen were fighting to join the Weapon Craftsmen Guild but were rejected. However, White Soul and the others were begging Feng Wuchen to join the Weapon Craftsmen Guild.
Feng Wuchen didn't answer, nor did he say anything.
"Lord Feng, if you join the Weapon Craftsmen Guild, even if you give up the position of president to the Lord Feng, it's fine," White Soul hurriedly said.
If the Weapon Craftsmen Guild could get Feng Wuchen to join, under Feng Wuchen's guidance, their realms would definitely be greatly improved. At that time, the guild's strength would definitely increase greatly.
When Feng Wuchen heard this, he couldn't help but jump in fright. He hurriedly said, "President White, don't scare me. I can't accept it."
White Soul immediately gave up the position of president. This gave Feng Wuchen a huge fright.
"As long as Lord Feng is willing to join the Weapon Craftsmen Guild, you can have any position you want," White Soul hurriedly said.
"Lord Feng, it's difficult for us to improve our Weapon Craftsmen Realm. Please join the Weapon Craftsmen Guild and give us guidance," Yang Qianxiao pleaded as he knelt down.
"To be honest, I don't want to join the Weapon Craftsmen Guild. The Eight Great Celestial Emperors are not simple. I can't implicate you all." Feng Wuchen shook his head and refused. His expression was solemn, and he wasn't joking.
"Lord Feng …" White Soul and the others were burning with anxiety.
Qiao Sanfeng then said, "President, Master's words aren't without reason. Master is in danger at any time, and Old Man doesn't dare to publicize his relationship with Master. The Eight Great Celestial Emperors are not to be trifled with."
"This …" White Soul and the others didn't know what to say.
"How about this, I'll be the guild's guest elder. This way, I won't be considered a member of the Weapon Craftsmen Guild, but I'll have to keep it a secret, "Feng Wuchen said after some thought.
"Of course!" White Soul agreed without hesitation.
"That's great!" Yang Qianxiao and the others were overjoyed.
"Thank you, Lord Feng!" White Soul hurriedly expressed his gratitude.
"President White, Elder Yang, you don't have to be so polite. I'm not used to it," Feng Wuchen said with a faint smile.
"That won't do. We can't mess up the seniority," Su Xuan hurriedly said.
White Soul nodded and said with a smile, "That's right, that's right. We can't mess up the seniority."
"…" Feng Wuchen was secretly helpless.
White Soul continued with a smile, "Lord Feng, go rest first. We'll go to the Heavenly Tomb tomorrow. We'll send someone to make the arrangements."
(End of Chapter)
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