I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

With each slow flap of those enormous, cyan-gold wings in the air, they stirred up a visible, translucent ripple.

Shen Tian stood with his hands behind his back, his feet treading on empty air, as if he were walking on an invisible staircase.

Sunlight shone on his feathers, reflecting a metallic sheen.

These soldiers are on high alert every day, their nerves taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

In this eerie silence.

At the edge of the training ground, a young soldier who looked to be under twenty years old was holding a nicked, standard-issue longsword, his eyes glazed over.

The jolt from Lei Wanshan's landing just now jolted him awake from his half-asleep state.

He looked up groggily, and what came into view on his retina was a pair of wings that blotted out the sky and that he had never seen before.

That's not an organ that humans should have.

In that murky and weary brain circuit, Zhang Hu couldn't see Shen Tian's face at all; he only saw those cyan-gold wings that exuded terrifying pressure.

Demon!

Absolutely a top-tier demon!

"A demon...a monster!"

The young man let out a shrill and distorted roar.

"Enemy attack! Air attack—!!!"

That shout was even more startling than Lei Wanshan's landing on the deathly silent training ground.

It was like a spark falling into a warehouse full of gunpowder.

Those soldiers who had developed war stress were not even thinking critically.

The body's instincts instantly took over consciousness.

Clang—!

Clang—!

The sound of swords being drawn was synchronized and continuous.

With a loud bang, thousands of soldiers scattered instantly.

That was the tacit understanding forged through years of fighting. First-tier, second-tier, third-tier, the captain of the Po Jun Division squad instantly returned to his position.

Countless steel blades, exuding a murderous aura, reflected a chilling white light in the sunlight.

Then a dramatic scene unfolded on the training ground.

Three thousand knife tips in total.

In unison.

In an instant, they all aimed at Shen Tian, ​​who was slowly descending.

Lei Wanshan, who had just regained his footing and was preparing to bask in the admiring gazes of his underlings, was completely dumbfounded.

The smile on his face hadn't fully faded when he froze at the sight before him.

Lei Wanshan looked in the direction of the knife tip.

A sense of helplessness was evident in Shen Tian's deep eyes.

Holy crap!!!

Lei Wanshan let out a strange cry that was eight octaves higher than the young soldier's earlier cry.

He was so scared he almost lost his mind.

What are these idiots doing?

That's Master Shen!

That was the living bodhisattva he had painstakingly invited back from Tianyun City, the one who could save Fengcheng's life!

He hadn't even offered him a cigarette or a drink yet, and these bastards were already pointing their knives at this man?

"Stop! Put down your knives, all of you!"

"Master Shen, it's not a strange beast!"

Lei Wanshan used both hands to kick several of the most aggressive soldiers at the front, sending them flying.

"Put it down! Didn't you hear me? That's a distinguished guest I invited back!"

Lei Wanshan was sweating profusely with anxiety. His muscular face was trembling with terror as he roared and kept bowing to Shen Tian in the air.

"Master Shen! Master Shen, please calm down! These bastards have gone mad from fighting; they're blind! Please don't stoop to the level of these bumpkins!"

The scene was extremely comical for a moment.

The once imposing and awe-inspiring Fengcheng Greedy Wolf was now acting like a protective mother hen in a market, frantically trying to stop his own elite troops.

The soldiers were stunned.

The young soldier was also bewildered.

He rubbed his eyes and looked closely.

There does look like someone is hanging under those big wings?

Moreover, he was quite handsome, with fair skin like a young master from a wealthy family.

Apart from the pair of wings on its back, it doesn't look like a beast king that's about to devour them alive no matter how you look at it.

The group looked at each other, unsure whether to put down the gleaming steel knife in their hands or raise it, creating an extremely awkward atmosphere.

A full half minute passed.

Under Lei Wanshan's murderous gaze, the three thousand soldiers slowly put away their weapons.

After the forest of sword lights disappeared, Shen Tian slowly landed.

The cyan-gold wings vanished like quicksand.

He stood steadily on the stone slab, looking around.

"Forehead……"

"They were quite enthusiastic."

Lei Wanshan's face twitched, and he bowed and scraped as he approached.

"Master Shen, it's a misunderstanding, absolutely a misunderstanding."

He turned his head, took a deep breath in an attempt to salvage the situation, and loudly announced to the soldiers present.

"Listen up, all of you!"

"This is Master Shen Tian, ​​a top-tier weapon-forging master specially hired by the Heavenly Crafts Bureau of Heavenly Fortune City!"

"He is the great benefactor whom I painstakingly invited to upgrade the spirit weapons of our Wind City and suppress the beast tide!"

"If anyone dares to offend me again, I'll throw him into the Black Rock Mountains to feed the monkeys!"

The once noisy training ground changed instantly upon hearing the words "top weapon-making master".

Top-tier weapon forger.

They were actually invited back?

Or is it this young man in front of me?!

All the soldiers looked at each other.

His face was written all over his face.

Do not believe!

The adjutants exchanged glances, their eyes twitching uncontrollably.

They looked at Shen Tian.

Seventeen years old.

Delicate skin and tender flesh.

Is this supposed to be a top-tier master?

In their stereotypes.

Those who can be called "top weapon forgers" are all strange old men with stubble and unshaven beards.

At the very least, one should be like Master Furukawa, who, though frail, possessed eyes brimming with the wisdom and experience of time.

The Shen Tian in front of me looks like a rich kid who ran away from a powerful family to experience life!

Some people even started muttering to themselves.

Although a wave of doubts did not erupt, a sense of disappointment spread in the hearts of every soldier.

In their view.

Lei Wanshan was probably tricked when he went to Tianyun City this time.

What can this "master" who hasn't even grown up yet do besides consuming Philadelphia's already scarce food supplies?

Lei Wanshan sensed the suspicion. He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain.

Talk is never enough.

"What are you looking at! If you're not happy, go back to the city walls and kill some monsters!"

Lei Wanshan forcefully maintained his authority.

He quickly extended his hand to Shen Tian, ​​gesturing for him to enter.

"Master Shen, ignore these bastards, let's go to the warehouse first."

Shen Tian remained calm.

He had seen this kind of suspicion many times before.

He followed Lei Wanshan and strode into the depths of the fortress.

The atmosphere on the drill ground was somewhat eerie.

"Old Lei!"

A loud, powerful shout came from the direction of the main building of the fortress.

The crowd automatically parted to form a path.

A middle-aged man in a crisp dark green military uniform strode over.

This person has a thin face, deep-set eyes, and high cheekbones.

Zhang Yue, the garrison commander of Fengcheng and general of the Po Jun Division.

Compared to Lei Wanshan, the "fist" who charges into battle, Zhang Yue is the true helmsman who controls the life and death of three million people in Fengcheng.

"Old Zhang!"

He was about to give Zhang Yue a bear hug when Zhang Yue pushed him away.

Zhang Yue didn't even glance at Lei Wanshan.

His gaze swept past Lei Wanshan's broad shoulders, frantically scanning the crowd behind him.

His eyes were frighteningly intense.

"What about the master that Tianyun City invited?"

"Where is Master Guhe? Or some other master craftsman from the Heavenly Crafts Bureau? Quickly! Bring him out!"

If we can bring back a master who can forge spiritual weapons, then this battle will still be fought!

Zhang Yue was stunned; he didn't see the master.

There was only one young man whose face was unfamiliar.

"Old Lei, where is he?"

Lei Wanshan scratched his head.

He felt a little guilty facing his old partner's menacing gaze.

After all, this is too surreal to explain.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes...

He couldn't believe it either.

After all, who would believe that a genius surpassing Master Guhe would suddenly appear in Tianyun City?

"Um... Old Zhang, don't rush."

Lei Wanshan chuckled dryly, then turned to the side, revealing Shen Tian behind him as if presenting a treasure.

Let me introduce myself.

Lei Wanshan pointed at Shen Tian, ​​trying to sound as serious as possible:

"This is Shen Tian, ​​the top weapon-forging master I invited back from Tianyun City."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Zhang Yue's gaze followed Lei Wanshan's finger and landed on Shen Tian.

He looked her up and down.

Then, his brows furrowed into a deep frown at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, his face turned completely dark.