Genius Beast Taming: Starting from Awakening an S-Rank Talent

After the ceremony for conferring the title of Marquis on the Tenth Uncle, Zhou Heng returned to Hanyue University with a group of relatives.

Time flew by and it was May 21st, the day before Zhou Heng's birthday. The Titan Lord was surrounded by blue light, and in the presence of Zhou Heng and the other five beasts, it advanced from the first level of the fifth rank to the second level of the fifth rank in a short time.

Its 6,800-meter-tall body suddenly shot upwards, growing by 2,000 meters to reach a height of 8,800 meters.

The three-headed Azure Phoenix stood on Zhou Heng's shoulder, craning its neck and looking up at the massive Titan Lord: "Emperor God, you are truly amazing. You are catching up with me and the Tyrant so quickly. We are only at the fifth rank, third level, just one small rank apart, and you are already on par with us."

The Titan Lord shrunk back to three meters tall and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Although I am of lower-level mythic quality, and you and the Tyrant are only of upper-level overlord quality, your father has always given you special training. I need more time to truly catch up with you in terms of level."

Zhou Heng objectively commented, "Although your level is slightly lower than Jiuxiao and Tyrant, your quality speaks for itself, and your combat power is actually higher than Jiuxiao and Tyrant."

The Titan Lord revealed a secret look of smugness: "If Dad hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten about this."

The Abyss Dragon, disapproving of the Titan Lord's attitude, said, "Big guy, what are you so smug about? The difference between a high-ranking overlord and a low-ranking mythical being is just one evolution. Once we reach the fifth tier, tenth level, we'll begin the evolution ritual and evolve into mythical quality. Enjoy your smugness while you can!"

The Titan Lord looked down at the Abyss Dragon and said a painful truth: "Not only is my combat power higher than yours, but Cheng Rui's combat power is also higher than yours."

The Netherworld Demon Dragon glanced at the extremely honest Fortune Qilin King and argued, "The little Qilin doesn't have any powerful frontal attack skills; its main strength is its defense, so I'm not afraid of it."

The Titan Lord scoffed, "If you're not afraid of it, you should be afraid of me."

The Abyss Dragon, in its miniature form, only the size of a palm, instinctively shrank to Zhou Heng's collar, close to his neck, and hidden under his ear, as if it had found a protective umbrella: "I'm not afraid of you. With Old Deng protecting me, what can you do to me?"

The Titan Lord chuckled dismissively: "We'll see how I deal with you during actual combat training."

The Abyss Dragon countered each move with disdain: "I only fight the little phoenix, I'm not going to team up with you!"

Zhou Heng deliberately said, "Tyrant, your combat strength is about the same as Jiu Xiao's, and it has always been difficult to determine a winner. Why don't you fight the Emperor God another day and challenge your limits?"

The Abyss Demon Dragon was so anxious that it jumped up and down, yelling into Zhou Heng's ear: "Old Deng, stop trying to get me into a fight! If you want me to fight it, you'll have to wait until I evolve to the lower-level mythical quality too."

Zhou Heng tilted his head, annoyed by the noise of the Netherworld Demon Dragon, and quickly reached out to take it off his shoulder.

The Titan Grand Lord clenched his fists, his eyes sharp: "Tyrant, let your father be our witness today. The day you evolve into a lower-tier mythical being, we'll have a fair and just fight!"

The Abyss Dragon leaped from Zhou Heng's hand and flew back onto his shoulder, its scarlet eyes glaring at the Titan Lord: "You said it yourself."

The Titan Grand Lord replied expressionlessly, "Of course I said it."

The Abyss Demon Dragon immediately said, "Old Deng, you must remember everything the big guy said. When I advance to the Mythical quality, you absolutely cannot let it go back on its word."

Zhou Heng, always eager for excitement, said, "I'll remember this for you, and I'll be your referee when the time comes."

"Thank you, Dad." After thanking Zhou Heng, the Titan Lord turned and glared at the Abyss Dragon with a provocative look.

"Hmph!" The Abyss Dragon snorted an arrogant syllable from its nostrils, then turned its body, leaving the Titan Lord with a carefree and unruly back view.

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The next day, May 22nd, happened to be Zhou Heng's birthday.

However, Zhou Heng only celebrates his birthday once every five years now, so this year's birthday celebration was the same as last year. He simply had a meal with his parents and other relatives, and also got together with close friends like Li Lang.

Time flew by and it was already mid-June, the day Ling Yisheng's daughter turned one month old.

Zhou Heng arrived at the Eternal Order Sacred Realm a day early, first meeting with Supreme Xuan Chen, and then entering the banquet venue on time on the day of the full moon celebration.

As the great-grandson of the Ling family patriarch and possessing S-level talent, Ling Yisheng's daughter's full-moon celebration, though not as grand as Zhou Heng's son's, was still quite lively.

The fact that Zhou Heng appeared at the full moon celebration made the event even more valuable.

As the person with the highest status in the room, Zhou Heng sat directly in the main seat, with Ling Yisheng and the Ling family patriarch accompanying him.

The gift Zhou Heng prepared was an ordinary seventh-grade low-level spiritual item, making him the most generous among all the guests present.

Because there wasn't even a single eighth-tier monarch beast tamer among the guests, and only a handful of seventh-tier feudal lord beast tamers.

Most of the guests were members of the Ling family from the lineage of the Ling family patriarch. Their strengths varied, so their gifts were relatively ordinary.

After a series of customary rituals, Ling Yisheng specially brought his daughter to Zhou Heng to show her off.

Zhou Heng casually asked, "Does the child have a name yet?"

Ling Yisheng feigned difficulty: "Not yet. According to the generational naming system of our Xuanwu Ling family, this child belongs to the Ruo generation. As the child's father, I should be the one to name him, but it's difficult to come up with a name for the Ruo generation. I haven't been able to think of anything that is both meaningful and easy to pronounce. Today, I'd like to humbly ask the young ancestor to do me the honor of bestowing a name upon this child."

Zhou Heng glanced at Ling Yisheng, whose face was full of anticipation, and a thought suddenly struck him: "As the ancients said, 'The highest good is like water, which benefits all things without striving.' How about we name this child Ling Ruoshui? What do you think?"

The Ling family patriarch immediately clapped his hands and exclaimed, "What a wonderful name! This child will be named Ling Ruoshui from now on!"

Ling Yisheng followed suit with a bow: "Thank you for bestowing this name upon me, Little Ancestor! I thank you on behalf of Ruoshui!"

Zhou Heng waved his hand casually: "It's nothing, no need for thanks."

The Ling family patriarch then steered the conversation towards Zhou Hongzheng: "Young Ancestor, why didn't you bring your son with you today?"

Zhou Heng truthfully replied, "He's with my parents, and he's only a little over a year old, so it's not appropriate for him to go out casually."

The Ling family patriarch hinted, seemingly unintentionally, "Actually, it's better for children to have several playmates from a young age. Although Ruoshui is a little younger than your son, the age difference isn't too big. If these two children can play together from childhood, they'll be childhood sweethearts and won't be lonely in the future."

Zhou Heng's heart skipped a beat, but he pretended not to hear anything and said, "We'll have to wait a few more years, at least until they can run and jump."