C15 Young Man Aming

"Why is it you?"

Wasn't this the same young man he had encountered at the black market before? What was he doing here?

The two locked eyes, each waiting for the other to break the silence.

Fu Ye had just stepped out of the shop when he noticed Qin Feng climbing into a carriage behind him. Startled, he hurried over and pulled back the curtain.

Inside the carriage, Qin Feng and the young man sat in a silence thick with awkwardness.

"Young master..."

This time, it wasn't Fu Ye addressing Qin Feng, but rather the young man beside him.

"It's fine. Let's all sit down and have the coachman set off," came a magnetic voice with a slightly hoarse detachment from the young man.

Fu Ye opened his mouth to speak, but a look from the young man stopped him mid-sentence. He had intended for Qin Feng to join him in the first carriage, not realizing he had inadvertently directed him to the wrong one.

Seeing that the young man had no objections, Fu Ye felt a measure of relief, withdrew, and signaled for the carriage to depart.

Observing Fu Ye's deferential behavior toward the young man piqued Qin Feng's curiosity about his identity.

"You were the one who helped me last time, weren't you?"

Before Qin Feng could utter a word, the young man had already spoken up.

The two were close in age and quickly became acquainted through conversation.

The young man, named Aming, hailed from the Imperial Capital on the Vast Sun Continent. He had later joined his uncle Fu Ye in Li City to open a Jiuli Treasure Tool shop, engaging in trade.

His story was a mix of truth and concealment, especially regarding his origins and reasons for coming to Li City. Respecting his reticence, Qin Feng refrained from prying further.

Regarding the incident with Si Beiyan, Aming confessed that as a minor figure, he dared not cross the powerful clans and had to bear the brunt silently to avoid worse trouble. He expressed sincere gratitude to Qin Feng for his timely intervention.

"Roar~" The Little Flowing Blade, hidden for too long under the black cloth, could no longer contain itself and let out a soft cry.

At the sight of the Little Flowing Blade, a flicker of emotion crossed Aming's otherwise tranquil gaze.

"This Little White Tiger is adorable. Where did you find it, Mr. Qin?" Aming couldn't take his eyes off Little Flowing Blade, clearly fascinated by the creature.

"It followed me from the Beast Realm Division in the God Abandoning Land, for reasons unknown." Qin Feng said, scratching his head.

"At first glance, this Little White Tiger is no ordinary creature. The soul core within it is incredibly complex," Aming observed, his gaze growing more intense as he watched Little Flowing Blade.

When Little Flowing Blade caught sight of Aming, it snarled and hissed, seemingly not too fond of him...

The carriage jostled along the road, and Qin Feng and Aming enjoyed a lively conversation. Before they knew it, night had fallen. They decided to stop for the evening at an inn in Sanskrit Sound City and would continue their journey the next day.

Sanskrit Sound City, much like Li City on the Vast Sun Continent, wasn't as grand as the Imperial Capital, and naturally, the population was smaller. The night market would still attract visitors who would order a pot of tea to enjoy at their leisure.

That night, in the quiet of the inn, each with their own room, Qin Feng sat on the bed, focusing on circulating the Profound Vein within his body. His hand emitted a white glow as he attempted to advance to the Two-star Common Rank of Profound Power.

Sweat beads streamed down Qin Feng's forehead, soaking his clothes, and his brows knitted together, signaling the challenge he faced.

With a "thud," the Profound Veins inside him resonated, and Qin Feng emerged from his intense concentration.

He noticed the blue luminescence coursing through the meridians in his forearm, amassing and energizing his Profound Veins.

Success! The Profound Vein, cultivated from Spiritual Qi, was indeed extraordinary. The progression to the First Star had been remarkably smooth. He recalled how, in his youth, advancing to the Second Grade of the Profound Vein took him a grueling half-year.

Qin Feng couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Little Flowing Blade, sensing the moment, let out a soft call and twirled around, as if to share in Qin Feng's triumph.

Qin Feng suddenly recalled the yellow crystal he had acquired from the Spirit Pool in the Beast Realm Division of the God Abandoning Land. He retrieved it from his Secret Bag.

The crystal's yellow light continued to flicker, casting an enchanting glow.

He pondered what could be created if he combined this crystal with the remnants of the Spirit Treasure in his Secret Bag.

With this thought, Qin Feng summoned the Immortal Furnace and placed both the yellow crystal and the faintly glowing Spirit Treasure inside.

He raised his palm, igniting a flame that enveloped the entire Furnace.

Curiously, during previous forging attempts, nothing unusual had occurred. But this time, a fiery phoenix pattern emerged in the center of the Furnace, only to gradually fade away. It seemed that the yellow crystal was no ordinary item; otherwise, it wouldn't have been found at the bottom of the Spirit Pool.

"Boom!" The room was filled with the sound of an explosion, so powerful that it cracked a pillar beside the bed.

"Ding —!"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Ancient Level Divine Artifact, the Yellow Bird Divine Ring."

"The Yellow Bird Divine Ring's effect: It can summon the protective power of the yellow bird, and due to a pure bloodline, an additional skill is granted, 'Wings of the Yellow Bird.'"

Qin Feng was astounded. He had not anticipated the Spirit Stone's incredible power, which, when mixed with the remnants, had forged an Ancient Level Divine Artifact! It was a Divine Artifact, not a magical tool or a mere Spirit Stone.

The Heaven Defying Level Devil Artifact, the Glazed Night Sword, was already a marvel, and now he had forged an Ancient Level Divine Artifact, which was akin to giving a tiger a pair of wings!

But what did they mean by a pure bloodline?

Before Qin Feng could delve deeper into the thought, a ring adorned with a golden glow and engraved with a yellow bird emerged from the furnace and settled onto his hand.

He examined the ring closely and slipped it onto his middle finger.

He had intended it merely as a trial, but the ring clung to his finger as if sentient, refusing to be removed.

Suddenly, the ring's golden radiance flowed from his finger up his arm, coursing towards his heart.

Qin Feng suddenly came to the realization that he was forming a pact. Xuli had once explained to him that every Divine Ring or Spirit Ring contained a ring spirit or source. When they recognized someone as their ring master, they would form a bond with that person, pledging to protect their master for eternity and prevent any harm from befalling them.

It appeared that the ring was about to accept him as its master.

In a moment, the yellow glow of the Divine Ring began to fade until it vanished completely. The once golden hue of the ring also slowly diminished, leaving it resembling a common iron or copper band.

This was actually a good thing. It wouldn't draw the covetous eyes of the greedy, and others would simply assume it was a mere Spirit Ring.

Qin Feng gripped the hand adorned with the Yellow Bird Divine Ring firmly.