Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

"It was Titanos, the god of craftsmen whom I used to worship. He wanted me to offer my soul and faith, and he wanted me to kneel down. If you hadn't been there to pull me up, I, I..."

She suspected that her soul had already been given away, and she had become a puppet of Titanos!

Qin Zheng frowned.

The god of craftsmen? Titanos? He actually wants his apprentice to kneel?

Is this really a dream?

If this isn't a dream, then this so-called god of craftsmanship has gone far too far!

Thinking back to the day, Miss Youyou had contacted him using a conch shell, saying that he might be being targeted by bad guys recently and that he should be more arrogant...

Could it be that the one targeting him is this so-called God of Craftsmen?

Haha, this guy has his eye on the wrong person!

"Don't worry." Qin Zhengjiao patted Baili Yanxuan's shoulder. "With your master here, no one can hurt you."

He doesn't cause trouble, but he's not afraid of trouble either.

If anyone bullies his disciple, then he will listen to Miss Youyou's words—be arrogant!

Titanos, right? He remembered!

Baili Yanxuan was still in shock.

She remained skeptical of her master's confidence; after all, her master was just a human, while Titanos was a god.

"It's alright, Master. Perhaps it was just a nightmare..."

Qin Zhengjiao interrupted her, "Tell your master, how can we contact this Titanos?"

Seeing that his master had actually decided to contact Titanos, Baili Yanxuan was so frightened that his hair almost stood on end.

He hurriedly waved his hands: "It's alright, Master, it's just a dream. Let's continue forging."

The dark-skinned, thin old man had an astonishing glint in his eyes. "Don't be afraid. Today, I'll show you my master's skills."

Baili Yanxuan was stunned.

A faint intuition told her that her master might not be afraid of the God of Craftsmen.

She answered almost unconsciously, "Just pray to Him. Simply burn incense, wash your hands, and call His name attentively, and He will hear you."

Qin Zhengjiao straightened up.

He pulled a gleaming silver dung scoop from his pocket.

"This is..." As a divine weapon forger, Baili Yanxuan's vision was naturally much higher than that of ordinary weapon forgers using different flames. This seemingly ordinary dung ladle, however, made her exclaim in surprise.

"This is... something beyond divine artifacts!" She covered her mouth in disbelief, but the exclamation still escaped her lips.

She couldn't even tell the grade of the dung ladle!

What surpasses even divine artifacts is actually a dung scoop?

The person who cast this is far too careless!

Baili Yanxuan was amazed.

really!

She knew that her master's level was definitely not just that of a mere Creation Weapon Forger; to call him a Dominator Weapon Forger would be an understatement.

"My disciple, watch closely! See how your master deals with that god of craftsmen!"

Qin Zheng burned incense and began calling out the real name of Titanus, the god of craftsmen: "Titanus, Titanus! Get out here, you bastard!"

Baili Yanxuan was so frightened that she almost stumbled and fell into the furnace.

“Master, you are calling Him by His honorific name, not His real name! This is extremely disrespectful!”

Seeing no response, Qin Zhengjiao rushed out of the Haijiao branch hall and shouted at the sky, "Greed and cowardice will die! Greed and cowardice will die! Get out here, you bastards!"

Miss Youyou said, "Go ahead and be arrogant!"

He held a dung scoop in his hand, fearless of gods and ghosts!

The old man was not tall, but his voice was loud, and the Cape City, which was not yet fully asleep, was awakened by his noise.

"Who's shouting?" People on the street, unaware of what was going on, all looked at him.

The artisans who were kneeling on the ground because of the god's rebuke were originally prostrating themselves to offer their souls and faith, but because of the loud voice, they were jolted awake from the ritual.

"Titanus, he is calling out the true name of the god of craftsmen!"

"Did the God of Craftsmen just descend upon our dream?"

"Who is this loud-mouthed person who dares to call the God of Craftsmen by his real name?"

The night was dark and his face was obscured. Qin Zhengjiao was only wearing a short jacket because he was casting artifacts, and he wasn't wearing the golden robes that the divine messengers usually wore. Therefore, the people of Haijiao City didn't recognize him at first. This person was actually the unremarkable low-ranking divine messenger from the Haijiao branch temple.

Baili Yanxuan ran out after her. She looked at the growing crowd around her and wished she could rush up and cover her master's mouth, but her hand was held back.

Turning my head, I saw Qin Xiaorong putting her finger to her lips and saying, "Shh."

Baili Yanxuan was stunned.

The next moment, the young man, who was many years younger than her, took out a small hammer from his pocket.

I played with it little by little.

Baili Yanxuan's eyes widened, and her eyeballs almost popped out.

This hammer is no less powerful than Master's dung scoop!

"This, this, this!" In this small Cape City, her worldview was completely overturned.

She couldn't think for too long.

Suddenly, a burst of golden light shot out, and a terrifying sense of oppression swept down from the sky.

A tall, imposing giant, whose body was as large as a mountain, appeared in the golden light.

His body was not standing on the ground, but suspended at the boundary between reality and illusion. The space around him was subtly distorted and collapsed, and the void beneath his feet was like glass that had been struck hard, covered with fine cracks.

A leaf was blown by the wind toward him, but it was instantly swallowed by darkness and disappeared without a trace.

He had a scar on his face, and his eyes, like copper bells, held a menacing power. With a single glance, those who were looking up to peek would cough up blood and could only tremble in fear and prostrate themselves on the ground.

A divine intervention!

Unlike the previous phantom of the Beast God, this one is a true divine descent!

The eyes of the gods must not be looked at directly!

Baili Yanxuan's knees buckled, and she uncontrollably knelt on the ground.

The young man beside her held a hammer, seemingly unaffected, while her master, the thin, dark-skinned old man, stood on the ground, his back straight, looking up at the towering, mountain-like figure.

"So it was you who called me by my real name?"

Just now, while they were still in the Astral Plane, he heard the old man repeatedly shouting "Get out here!" which almost made him vomit blood from anger.

After seeing the old man's location, he immediately understood that this person was the hidden Creation Weapon Forger in Cape City.

The intention was to kill him anyway, and now that he has taken the initiative to provoke me, it is even more justifiable for me to unleash divine punishment.

He stood high in the void, his divine power greatly increased by the power of countless faiths.

That skinny, dark-skinned old man could be blown to death with a single breath.

Qin Zhengjiao stared directly at Titanos without fear.

To be honest, this guy was imposing and huge, like a mountain, which was very intimidating, and he was still a little scared.

But when he remembered Miss Youyou's instructions to him to "be as arrogant as you want," his courage suddenly surged!

The dung scoop pointed directly at the giant: "So you're the one who bullied my disciple? Eat this dung scoop!"