Chapter 1195: 1196: Divine Grade Artifact Refiner

Chapter 1195: Chapter 1196: Divine Grade Artifact Refiner

“Greetings, Divine Grade Artifact Refiner, sir.”

A resonant voice echoed throughout the guild, lingering for a long time.

Once again, the high-ranking officials of the various factions were filled with dread, overwhelmed by the astonishing presence.

Watching the numerous artifact refiners collectively kneel, Feng Wuchen was utterly stunned.

Feng Wuchen had anticipated that he might make an impression on the Artificer Guild, but he never expected that its refiners would kneel before him.

“President Bai, Elder Yang, I am truly not a Divine Grade Artifact Refiner! Please, all of you, rise.” Feng Wuchen said hastily, feeling that such behavior in front of so many prominent figures was far too excessive.

Bai Hun and the others promptly stood up. Bai Hun clasped his fists respectfully and said, “Sir, the artifact refining technique you demonstrated earlier was the legendary Thought-Forming Instrumentation. Since ancient times, only those who have entered the realm of Divine Grade Artifact Refiner could comprehend such Divine Skills.”

“The president is absolutely correct. Our guild has ancient records that document this technique. While the Heavenly Realm has not seen a Divine Grade Artifact Refiner for countless years, and Thought-Forming Instrumentation exists only in lore, we are fortunate enough to witness your demonstration today. It is undoubtedly Thought-Forming Instrumentation, and there can be no mistake.” Yang Qianxiao added.

Despite Feng Wuchen’s insistence, Bai Hun and the others were resolute, adamantly convinced that his technique was indeed the legendary Thought-Forming Instrumentation.

“Sir, what President Bai and Elder Yang have said is entirely accurate,” Su Xuan interjected, his aged face showing utmost respect.

Feng Wuchen merely smiled faintly and said nothing.

“By securing the alliance of the Artificer Guild and the Tianying Pavilion, even the Spirit Emperor Temple will be hesitant to act against me. Moreover, after the artifact refining competition concludes, Chi Qingshan wouldn’t dare make a move against me either.” Feng Wuchen thought to himself, his heart gradually at ease.

With so many formidable artifact refiners present, Chi Qingshan wouldn’t have the audacity to confront Feng Wuchen.

Witnessing so many artifact refiners kneeling before Feng Wuchen, including the president of the guild himself, the surrounding cultivators couldn’t help but regard Feng Wuchen with awe and reverence.

The identity of a Divine Grade Artifact Refiner was far more terrifying and commanding than that of a Tianying Pavilion’s Gold-ranked assassin.

“Lord Feng is victorious and secures a place in the Heavenly Tomb.” The steward elder quickly stepped onto the square and announced.

There was no need for further comparison, as the heavenly-grade immortal artifact refined by Feng Wuchen distinctly overshadowed Zhou Hai’s work.

The subsequent rounds of the artifact refining competition drew little attention; all eyes were solely focused on Feng Wuchen.

A Divine Grade Artifact Refiner, a figure of legend—who wouldn’t want to curry favor?

Even Chi Qingshan, despite his current position, harbored thoughts of befriending Feng Wuchen. If not for their opposing stances, Chi Qingshan might already have approached him.

In this artifact refining competition, Feng Wuchen, Li Yun, Shi Potian, and eight other artifact refiners earned the qualifications to enter the Heavenly Tomb.

As the competition ended, Bai Hun hastily concluded the event.

The reason was simple—Feng Wuchen.

Bai Hun issued a dismissal, and the high-ranking representatives of various factions understood and discreetly left.

“Father, are we leaving just like this?” Chi Yue asked, unwilling to accept the outcome.

“Feng Wuchen’s identity has changed. Do you think the Artificer Guild would let us harm him? I’ve already informed the Emperor Ling of this matter—we can only wait for his instructions. Let’s head back for now.” Chi Qingshan shook his head.

The Artificer Guild’s strength was immense, backed by numerous powerful refiners, and Chi Qingshan dared not offend them.

In the presence of this assembly, no one dared act against Feng Wuchen.

“Palace Master, shall we withdraw all of our personnel?” the Grand Commander asked with a frown.

“Withdraw them,” Chi Qingshan said decisively.

“Hm! Feng Wuchen! I will kill you someday!” Chi Yue stomped her foot heavily in frustration.

Chi Yue fully understood how terrifying the status of a Divine Grade Artifact Refiner was. Otherwise, she would never have resigned herself to leaving so begrudgingly.

“Lord Feng, this way, please.” Bai Hun personally invited Feng Wuchen to the guild’s main hall.

“President Bai, you don’t need to be so courteous. You’re all my seniors.” Feng Wuchen replied hastily, feeling uncomfortable being treated like an idol by a group of elders.

Su Xuan laughed joyously: “Lord Feng, you are mistaken. The saying ‘the capable shall take precedence’ holds true. Lord Feng is a Divine Grade Artifact Refiner, and in terms of seniority, you surpass us by far.”

“…” Feng Wuchen’s face immediately turned dark, his heart filled with helplessness.

Yang Qianxiao and the other powerful refiners of the guild respectfully followed behind him.

“Elder Qiao, after you.” The guild’s artifact refiners reverently stepped aside, their faces adorned with ingratiating smiles.

At this moment, the most proud and celebrated figure was undoubtedly Qiao Sanfeng, swaggering with an air of triumph.

Those guild artifact refiners who looked down on Qiao Sanfeng before now found him unreachable, fearing he might retaliate against them.

They scrambled to flatter Qiao Sanfeng, worried they might later regret not seizing the opportunity.

The apprentice of a Divine Grade Artifact Refiner—what an enviable position! Associating with Qiao Sanfeng was undoubtedly beneficial for the future.

But as for those who once dismissed Qiao Sanfeng, he coldly scoffed without so much as glancing at them, leaving them awkwardly overlooked.

Inside the grand hall, Bai Hun respectfully gestured: “Lord Feng, please take the main seat.”

“President Bai, I’m not a member of the Artificer Guild—that seat should be reserved for you,” Feng Wuchen quickly declined, choosing to sit in an adjoining chair.

“Everyone, please, sit.” Seeing Bai Hun and the others standing motionless, Feng Wuchen urged them to take their seats.

“As you wish, Lord Feng.” Without Feng Wuchen’s approval, Bai Hun and the others dared not sit down, a clear display of their reverence.

Feng Wuchen secretly sighed in frustration and then forced a bitter smile: “President Bai, I am truly just at the level of a Heavenly Grade Artifact Refiner—not a Divine Grade Artifact Refiner. You don’t have to treat me with such deference. Calling me Wind Shadow will suffice—I’m really unaccustomed to being addressed as Lord Feng.”

“Lord Feng, please stop jesting. Thought-Forming Instrumentation is a Divine Skill consistent with a Divine Grade Refiner’s level—you cannot deceive us,” Bai Hun replied courteously with a smile, his gaze drifting to Qiao Sanfeng.

Bai Hun and the others could not conceal their envy of Qiao Sanfeng’s remarkable fortune in being apprenticed to a Divine Grade Refiner.

The steward elder and Yun Wuying couldn’t help but feel awkward whenever they thought of the matter.

“Lord Feng, please rest assured—none of us will disclose this matter.” Yang Qianxiao said with reverence.

Disclose? Did it even need disclosure?

Once the artifact refining competition concluded, departing individuals must have already spread the news far and wide.

“To be honest, they wouldn’t believe it either. But with this identity, Xiao Xiao and the others can ascend without concern for safety. Still, I need to establish a haven for us…” Feng Wuchen mused inwardly.

Unwilling to dwell on this topic, Feng Wuchen shifted the conversation, asking: “By the way, President Bai, what exactly is the Heavenly Tomb, and when can we enter?”

“The Heavenly Tomb is an ancient battlefield, now sealed under our guild’s control. Lord Feng may enter whenever he wishes and leave freely as well.” Bai Hun replied respectfully.

“The status of a Divine Grade Artifact Refiner is truly frightening,” Feng Wuchen thought in astonishment.

The president of the Artificer Guild himself displayed such reverence toward him—it was utterly awe-inspiring.