Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

"When I'm about to die, I'll go kill a few more of them," he said, which was quite arousing, but Feng Zaixing was not in a hurry to acknowledge his relatives.

Suspecting the other person was mentally unstable, he bowed respectfully and said earnestly:

"I possess the Angelic Martial Soul, but I am not a member of the Yue family. I cannot accept a gift without merit. Senior, I cannot accept this gift now."

A 100,000-year-old soul bone is tempting, but it's nothing compared to the future. A bad teammate is worse than a god-like opponent; he must ascertain the other party's character.

Le Zhengyang was taken aback, reluctantly put away the soul bone, looked at Feng Zaixing behind the three experts, and said seriously:

"Don't get me wrong, the old man isn't a member of the Yue family anymore. I'm not here to take you to acknowledge your ancestors."

Yu Guanzhi looked incredulous: "Old Le, at least make your story believable."

"To be honest, I crossed my name off the family tree before I left home."

Le Zhengyang somehow produced a thick ancient book, pointed to a circle of names that had been crossed out, and spoke very seriously to Yu Guanzhi.

"We're not even members of the Yue family anymore, so how can we bring outsiders back to acknowledge our ancestors?"

This time, Yu Guanzhi was stunned, not understanding what the other party was up to: "Then what are you doing here?"

"Looking for a disciple to inherit his mantle."

Le Zhengyang pointed at Feng Zaixing and grinned, "I've lived a law-abiding life, and now I want to have some fun. How about taking an apprentice and traveling the world, making our home wherever we go? Is that alright?"

"There's a problem! A big problem!"

Upon hearing that the other party was coming for him, Mu Ye jumped out and protested loudly, "He's my disciple! Are you trying to take him away?"

"That's not right. You only know how to teach the Body Martial Soul; how can you possibly teach the Angel Martial Soul?"

Le Zhengyang glanced at Mu Ye indifferently, then asked in surprise, "When I saw you decades ago, you were level 94. How come you're still level 94 after all these years?"

"you……"

Makino's face flushed red; he really wanted to roll up his sleeves and spar with the other person.

Le Zhengyang sighed and said, "You can't even cultivate your original martial soul properly, so forget about being my teacher. I won't compete with you for the title of 'only teacher.' Having two teachers will do. You're from the same generation as me, so you're getting a good deal."

Mu Ye laughed angrily: "You want me to thank you for stealing my personal disciple?"

"No need for that. If you have the ability to take on the Angel Family and seize their treasure trove, I'd be happy to see it happen."

Le Zhengyang pointed at Feng Zaixing and said to Mu Ye, "There is a foundation there that can prepare multiple holy baptisms for angel soul masters, a talent for sacrifice, a holy fusion technique, a inherited soul spirit, and a divine artifact, but you can't steal it."

Kong Yao was confused and couldn't help but ask, "Senior, what exactly do you intend to do? Why are you trying to seize your own home?"

Le Zhengyang chuckled and waved his hand, saying, "I've severed ties with the Le family, but their resources are useful to my disciple, so I had no choice but to rob them; that way, everyone can save face."

"Snap"

Feng Zaixing stepped out from behind, rubbing his forehead, his voice tinged with helplessness: "Senior, please stop joking. To put it bluntly, isn't this just like taking off your pants to fart—completely unnecessary?"

He understood. This old man was ruthless, shameless, and had no connections. He was the complete opposite of Qian Daoliu. He wondered if he had learned too many lessons from his ancestors.

With that kind of personality, he probably relied on relentlessly fighting evil spirit masters to reach the level of a quasi-god when he was young.

Na'er chuckled and quickly covered her mouth with her hand, raising her bright purple eyes to look at Feng Zaixing; Yu Xin covered her mouth with her jade hand, her dark eyes focused on Feng Zaixing's face, smiling gently.

There are very few people who can render him powerless.

Le Zhengyang's golden eyes lit up. "You're willing to become my disciple?"

"...Let's get serious."

Feng Zaixing sighed and said slowly, "I do want the benefits from the Le family. I've already discussed this with Commander Yu."

Yu Guanzhi also said solemnly, "Old Le, stop beating around the bush, you know the red line."

Seeing Feng Zaixing speak up, the cynical old man finally composed himself, spread his hands, shook his head, and laughed:

"You treat the Le family like thieves, and there's nothing this old man can do. The only guarantee I can give you is that you have absolutely no intention of coveting the central government."

"I am an old man who is about to die, and I am ready to fight the Holy Spirit Cult at any time."

Le Zhengyang lowered his brows and said in a low voice, "If necessary, I am willing to risk my life against Yun Ming to secure a century of peace for the Federation; I am also willing to go to the Abyss to earn a heroic reputation."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air below the rooftop froze, and the expressions on the faces of the three powerful figures and three geniuses changed in different ways.

After a moment of eye contact, Yu Guanzhi's expression softened for the first time, and he took a step back: "In that case, Guanzhi has nothing more to say."

Le Zhengyang immediately beamed with joy, "That's good. Don't worry about Lao Xu and Lao Chen, I'll go find them myself."

Yu Guanzhi nodded silently and said nothing more.

The quasi-gods vouched for it with their lives, surpassing all rules; this recognition of ancestral lineage cannot be stopped.

The other party slaughtered the entire Ma family, and no one would believe that he had no connection with Feng Zaixing.

At this moment, Feng Zaixing bowed respectfully and said in a humble yet assertive manner, "It is my honor to pay homage to the Yue family, but before that, I would like to ask my ancestor to accompany me to a place to meet someone."

"To see someone? Who?" Le Zhengyang became interested.

"It's a very important person. Please forgive me for keeping it a secret, senior." Feng Zaixing glanced at Na'er beside him and said with a furrowed brow.

Le Zhengyang paused for a moment, thought about it, and then agreed.

"Alright, lead the way."

"please."

Feng Zaixing straightened his back and puffed out his chest. He beckoned Na'er to his side, gave Mu Ye and Yu Xin different looks, pulled Na'er downstairs, and started the soul-guided car.

……

A moment later, on the outskirts of Mingdu, beside an earthen slope.

The three got out of the car. Le Zhengyang looked around, puzzled, and asked, "Who are we meeting here in a place like this?"

"This place is secluded, suitable for meeting people who are difficult to meet."

Feng Zaixing laughed and replied, then shouted to the sky, "I know you have already arrived in Mingdu, but you have not made a move because you are wary of the many experts here. Now that I have come to see you, won't the Beast God show himself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Le Zhengyang's expression changed drastically. Beast God?

Isn't that the legendary Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, Di Tian? What's this kid up to?

Na'er's face turned deathly pale. Beast God Di Tian? How did her brother discover him?

To Le Zhengyang's slight relief, no one responded to Feng Zaixing for several dozen seconds.

Seeing this, Feng Zaixing shook his head slightly, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "Truly, things have changed. In the past, the Beast God was the strongest in the continent, suppressing countless people. Today, he doesn't even dare to respond to the words of a mere child like me. The world has worn down too much of your spirit."

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely oppressive black cloud suddenly descended from the sky, separating the atmosphere between heaven and earth.

Le Zhengyang's expression changed drastically. The spatial seal was completed right in front of him, something even a quasi-god would find extremely difficult to do!

"Human, you have guts."

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and a figure in black robes with golden eyes descended from the sky. Long hair fell to his feet, and his golden eyes held suppressed anger, helpless bitterness, and a hint of surprise.

"Di Tian!" Le Zhengyang stared intently as he called out the other party's name. With such a demeanor, transcendent spatial mastery, and oppressive aura, only the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King could match him.

Di Tian did not respond to Le Zhengyang's surprise and doubt, as if even this veteran quasi-god was not worth his attention. His pair of imposing eyes were fixed on Feng Zaixing, as if he wanted to see through all the secrets of this young man.

"No, I'm not very brave, otherwise I would have come to see you much sooner."

Feng Zaixing glanced at Le Zhengyang, who was still standing beside him, then shielded Na'er behind him and smiled at Di Tian:

"It's rare to have a member of our own family here today. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have had to ask the two temple masters of the Temple of War to come with me, but that would be like asking a tiger for its skin, and I'm unwilling to do so."

"Let's talk about this for my junior sister's sake, and for the future of both of us. I've been waiting for this day for a long time."