Chapter 24: She Also Has a Daughter, and She’s Quite Pretty

"I'm only here to 'ask' Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua to forge some four-word battle armor and god-level mechas."

"As for the quantity… not too many, just about ten sets."

Without any unnecessary words, Di Tian directly stated his purpose.

Hearing Di Tian's confirmation shattered the last sliver of hope in Zhen Hua's heart.

His mind instantly turned to cursing the Spirit Pagoda in fury:

Damn those bastards in the Spirit Pagoda!

Hadn't they just held a press conference not long ago, announcing the full-scale development of the Great Star Dou Forest to completely eliminate the soul beast "scourge"? Hadn't they sworn over and over again that not a single ferocious beast would escape the Star Dou barrier?!

They even tried to drag Shrek Academy down with them in the Federal Council meeting.

And now?

Not only did a ferocious beast escape, but it wasn't just one! The strongest one had come out!

Every single one of his internal curses was heard clearly by Di Tian.

"Hmm, there's one thing I do agree with—you're right, the Spirit Pagoda are bastards. But soul beasts are not the scourge of this continent."

"Also, my patience is not great. I need those four-word battle armors and god-level mechas as soon as possible."

"Just kill me."

Zhen Hua laughed freely, standing there with the calm determination of a man facing death.

"Even if you take my father, my mother, and everyone in the Blacksmith's Association headquarters hostage, I will never collaborate with a soul beast or betray my own race."

Upon hearing this, Di Tian narrowed his golden eyes slightly.

"President Zhen Hua, to be honest, I actually understand humans quite well. Human emotions are like a double-edged sword—they can be turned against your enemies, but also against yourself."

"You once locked yourself away in seclusion, filled with grief and resentment, after your junior sister Yuan Bao'er rejected your proposal. That despair drove you to push past your limits and achieve the rank of Divine Craftsman."

"But in the end, your junior sister married your junior brother, Mu Chen. The prestigious Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua never married for the rest of his life."

At first, Zhen Hua wasn't paying much attention. But as soon as Yuan Bao'er was mentioned, his entire body froze as if struck by lightning.

His heart was in turmoil.

"You—you… how do you know all this?!"

Some of these details were things even Yuan Bao'er's own husband, Mu Chen, didn't know!

Di Tian, of course, didn't answer his question and simply continued:

"Guess what? Do you know where Yuan Bao'er is now?"

"Oh, right. Yuan Bao'er also has a daughter named Mu Xi. Hmm… quite pretty. She fits the saying, 'No wonder she has the beauty of an old acquaintance—turns out she is the daughter of an old acquaintance.'"

"Coincidentally, I know of an organization that hosts some, shall we say, special social events that Yuan Bao'er and Mu Xi might find… interesting."

"I'm talking about the Holy Spirit Cult's occasional 'line-up' activities—team-building exercises designed to strengthen their members' loyalty."

"Unluckily for you, I happen to know quite a few evil soul masters from the Holy Spirit Cult."

"The choice is now in your hands, President Zhen Hua. Should I inform the Holy Spirit Cult's specialists to pay Yuan Bao'er and her daughter a visit?"

Standing beside him, the Demon Empress cast an imperceptible glance at Di Tian.

She wasn't against the idea of using threats—after all, this was a battle for survival between species. Anything was fair game.

However… she had been the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult for so many years, and yet she had never heard of this so-called "line-up" team-building activity.

Line-up? Lining up for what? For whom?

At that moment, Zhen Hua's expression had darkened so much that it seemed as if water might start dripping from his face.

Some technical terms transcend race. He knew exactly what Di Tian meant by "lining up" for an event.

A wave of resentment surged within him—humiliation! This was utter humiliation!

He was the Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua, an honored and revered figure among humans. When had he ever been subjected to such coercion? Every great power who sought his help in forging four-word battle armor always approached with utmost respect.

Among humans, no matter how powerful or domineering an individual was, they would never threaten him.

But deep down, he knew why—because humans had families, reputations, and honor. They valued their word and their credibility.

Even if their hearts were full of selfishness and schemes, at least on the surface, they maintained a sense of decorum.

Zhen Hua lifted a trembling hand, pointing at Di Tian, and roared with fury:

"You beast! You're not human! You're not human!"

Di Tian: "…"

Of course, I'm not human. I am a noble dragon. Everyone knows that…

"Well? Have you made your decision, President Zhen Hua?"

Faced with Di Tian's final ultimatum, Zhen Hua nearly coughed up blood. He wanted to refuse outright.

But… but that was Bao'er…

Born and raised on the Douluo Continent, Zhen Hua did what was expected of him.

"Fine. I'll do it."

The moment the words left his mouth, Zhen Hua's once-proud figure suddenly hunched, as if he had aged decades in an instant.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort of disapproval came from Mu Ye. The scorn in his voice was unmistakable.

"Battle armor is designed to merge with a soul master's martial soul. Soul beasts can't wear it."

Hearing this, Zhen Hua, who had been reduced to a walking corpse just moments ago, regained a glimmer of life in his eyes.

Yes! Battle armor is useless to soul beasts!

He had been so consumed by his emotions that he hadn't even considered this.

"Battle armor is built as a high-end mecha soul device, designed specifically to integrate with a human's eleven body parts. Soul beasts can't equip it."

"Moreover, soul beasts can't participate in the crafting process themselves, which means that even if they had battle armor or mechas, they would experience a lack of synergy and control, making them far less effective."

This was Zhen Hua's final act of defiance.

Yet Di Tian didn't bother to argue.

"When I tell you to do something, you do it. You're not here to give opinions."

His cold gaze instantly crushed Zhen Hua's last shred of hope.

(End of Chapter)