Chapter 49: Nanalie and the Dark Blood Demon

"The one most skilled at controlling humans among the Four Kings is a rising star—the most talented young member of the Holy Spirit Cult, the Dark Bell, Nanalie. Though not yet thirty, she is already a Super Douluo and a Three-Word Battle Armor Master."

"Her martial soul, the Fear Bell, combines charm, control, and spiritual interference, and she has delved deeply into the art of control. She should be able to meet your requirements."

"As for rapid cultivation enhancement—whether through the Holy Spirit Cult's various secret techniques, accumulating power through bloody or non-bloody means, or even forcibly converting a soul master's potential into cultivation—the one most proficient in this is the Dark Blood Demon, ranked as the foremost of the Four Kings."

"His martial soul is quite unique. Similar to the Holy Spirit Douluo, Yali, who possesses the Wish Angel martial soul, he cannot increase his soul power through ordinary cultivation."

"The difference is that Yali absorbs the power of faith to enhance her soul power, whereas the Dark Blood Demon absorbs fresh souls to increase his own. Even his soul rings are condensed from the souls he devours."

"Because of this, he has extensive knowledge of countless secret techniques within the Holy Spirit Cult for boosting soul power and has studied them deeply."

"Moreover, he himself is a Limit Douluo at the demigod level and a Three-Word Battle Armor Master, so I believe he will also be suitable for your needs."

"What do you think of these two?"

"Nanalie, the Dark Blood Demon…" Ditian pondered for a moment.

In the future, these two would become rather "familiar faces" to Tang Wulin. Nanalie would attempt to seduce and assassinate him, while the Dark Blood Demon would use curses to kill his adoptive parents.

Now, however, they were to be part of the "combat power gift package" Ditian was preparing for Tang Wulin, setting up hidden pieces in advance.

Tsk, fate is truly a fascinating thing.

"Alright, these two it is."

The Demon Emperor nodded and asked, "When should I contact them?"

"Now?"

"No, I need to prepare first."

With that, Ditian left the room and headed to a secluded meditation chamber to go into seclusion, dedicating himself to refining the "combat power gift package" for Tang Wulin.

After all, he not only needed to ensure the dragon god blood essence was sufficiently refined and powerful, but he also had to make sure it was concealed well enough to avoid detection. He needed to make thorough preparations.

As Ditian left swiftly without hesitation, the Demon Emperor watched him go with an amused expression and an internal question—was he really just leaving like that?

Did he really need medicinal supplements?

That shouldn't be the case, right? Wasn't it said that dragons were inherently lustful and extremely potent?

Should she ask the Divine Son about this?

…

While she was still lost in her thoughts, Ditian had already entered the closed-off chamber at the headquarters of the Blacksmith Association.

As soon as he stepped in, he withdrew his external perception. With the Demon Emperor stationed outside, he had no need to be overly cautious and could fully concentrate on solving the challenge before him.

Just as when refining pure dragon god blood essence for upgrading battle armor and mechas, he planned to use the Dragon God Claw and the Dragon God Core to stimulate the awakening and evolution of the dragon god bloodline.

Of course, refining the dragon god bloodline was only the first step.

Next, he needed to condense it down to the size of a single drop of blood, reaching the density of nearly pure blood essence. This would ensure that when the drop was infused into Tang Wulin's body, the power would be unleashed within a controlled timeframe, minimizing any unforeseen variables.

Now, it was just a matter of seeing how much energy he could infuse into this dragon god bloodline before condensing it into a single drop of pure blood essence.

Time flowed by as he repeated the cycle of refinement and condensation.

Meanwhile, as the Demon Emperor's Four-Word Battle Armor and god-rank mecha were finally completed, Zi Ji arrived on schedule.

This was the first time Zi Ji had witnessed the birth of a Four-Word Battle Armor and a god-rank mecha, and she was filled with curiosity and excitement.

She could truly feel the immense power emanating from the armor and mecha. If she could don them, they would undoubtedly grant her a significant boost in strength.

"Quick, Demon Emperor, put them on and try them out!"

Judging by the urgency in her voice, Zi Ji seemed even more excited than the Demon Emperor herself.

"Alright!"

In truth, the Demon Emperor was just as thrilled as Zi Ji.

Not just because the armor and mecha were complete—at her cultivation level, Four-Word Battle Armor and god-rank mechas didn't provide much enhancement.

Rather, it was because before entering seclusion, Ditian had informed her of a method to upgrade battle armor and mechas to Five-Word Battle Armor and true god-level mechas. That would be a true divine artifact, holding considerable value for her.

Following Ditian's instructions from when he first donned battle armor and mecha, she merged her blood into them, fusing with the armor on a fundamental level, making it as easy to control as her own limbs.

With a mere thought, the Four-Word Battle Armor, pulsating with life essence, instantly fused to her body. The interplay of blood-red and dark hues exuded an overwhelming presence, reminiscent of an endless sea of blood.

Then, the crimson god-rank mecha followed suit, merging with the Four-Word Battle Armor.

At last, the Demon Emperor felt a slight increase in her combat strength—though it was only slight.

The enhancement was minimal, but at least the vivid red of the god-rank mecha complemented the dark and blood-red tones of the Four-Word Battle Armor rather well.

After briefly assessing it, the Demon Emperor retracted both the armor and mecha into her body, allowing them to fuse beneath her skin.

She then began infusing them with her immense soul power and spiritual energy, repeatedly tempering and nourishing them.

Her goal was to ensure that by the time she ascended to godhood, the Four-Word Battle Armor and god-rank mecha would have reached their peak in every aspect.

When her soul power and spiritual energy evolved into god power and divine consciousness, she wanted her armor and mecha to immediately advance to the Five-Word and true god levels.

Meanwhile, Zi Ji, who had been observing the entire process without blinking, frowned slightly.

"Is it because my strength is too far below yours that I can't perceive it clearly? Or is there an issue with your Four-Word Battle Armor and god-rank mecha? The enhancement doesn't seem to be very significant."

Hearing this, the Demon Emperor shifted her internal gaze away from her body and explained:

"My cultivation is not much different from Ditian's before he underwent his million-year tribulation. Four-Word Battle Armor and god-rank mechas provide little enhancement for me—and even less for Ditian."

"But don't worry. Once you equip a Four-Word Battle Armor and a god-rank mecha, you'll be able to fully utilize their power-enhancing capabilities."

"That makes sense."

Zi Ji's doubts faded, and she nodded repeatedly before beginning to contemplate the specifications for her own Four-Word Battle Armor and god-rank mecha.

Beside her stood Xie Yinling, a member of the Blacksmith Association's guardian family. At that moment, the Demon Emperor finally released her from the soul power seal that had blocked her five senses, allowing her to listen to Zi Ji's requests.

Zi Ji not only described her own requirements for her battle armor and mecha but also relayed Bi Ji's specifications.

After all, unlike her, Bi Ji couldn't simply leave whenever she pleased—her role within the Spirit Pagoda and alongside Gu Yue was far too important.

After confirming that everything had been recorded properly, Xie Yinling lowered her head and hurriedly left the room.

The main reason?

The women inside were just too terrifying.

Neither Zhen Hua nor Mu Ye wanted to interact too much with members of Ditian's faction, so the unfortunate task of serving as the messenger had naturally fallen onto Xie Yinling.

(End of Chapter)