Chapter 13 "Filial Piety"
Woof! Woof!
A puppy with black and gray fur was circling around a half-grown child, while the child stretched out his feet and occasionally tripped the puppy that tried to rub against him.
"Go, stay aside, don't disturb me from doing my work, this is related to your future!"
Feng Qing'an, who had just come out of the chicken coop, was holding a little hen that was flapping its wings and clucking non-stop. With every step he took, he would look left and right with his head poked out like a thief.
Today is a great day when his parents are not at home. He has been patient for several days before waiting for this opportunity.
It's not that he did anything bad. He has behaved very well in the past month since his elder brother left, otherwise his parents would not have left him alone at home without peace of mind.
Feng Qing'an also mainly wanted to try out the "Soul Inducing Blood Refining Technique". Originally, he planned to try this secret technique after he condensed the first soul contract and accumulated enough soul power.
But plans cannot keep up with changes. For more than a month, he has been practicing diligently, night and day. Although he is still a long way from condensing a soul contract, he feels that his accumulation of soul power is quite good.
According to Feng Qing'an's own estimation, it was enough for him to perform the "Soul Summoning and Blood Refining Technique" once, and it was even more than enough. How could he endure this? He still hadn't figured out other uses for soul power.
This was also what made Feng Qing'an quite depressed. Although he had not been practicing for a long time, he had accumulated so much soul power, but it did not bring him any special changes.
There was no obvious increase in his appetite, nor did he grow taller. His endurance, speed and other qualities were also the same as before . Apart from sleeping more soundly and being more energetic, there were no other obvious changes. Therefore, Feng Qing'an currently only had the "Soul Inducing Blood Refining Technique" as his option.
As for the little hen in his hand, it was because the "Soul-Guiding Blood Refining Technique" had certain risks. If it was performed rashly, it might cause certain harm to the pet.
Therefore, Feng Qing'an needed to find some living creatures to practice with in advance in order to reach a level of proficiency so that he could then practice it on the puppies he raised.
"Drawing spirits, refining blood!"
Feng Qing'an held the hen's wings tightly with both hands, ignored the clucking of the hen, and after calming himself down, he began the spirit-calling technique that he had practiced dozens of times.
Feng Qing'an was already very familiar with the step of using the soul power he cultivated to attract the ubiquitous spiritual energy. However, he couldn't attract much. The most important thing was the next step, blood refining!
Draw the spiritual energy to living beings other than himself, in order to temper their bodies, warm their bones and blood, and transform them.
Feng Qingan narrowed his eyes slightly and entered a state similar to that of cultivation. Suddenly, his eyes "saw" the "light" that was floating between heaven and earth and was everywhere.
He used his soul power to disturb the "light" around him, pulling it and manipulating it carefully. He successfully introduced two or three points of light into the little hen he caught. The process was very smooth and the spiritual energy was easily integrated.
"Success!?"
Feng Qing'an widened his eyes with some joy and came out of that special state. The next moment, he felt a struggling force several times stronger than before surging from his hands. The little hen flapped its wings frantically and almost broke free from his hands.
The next moment, Feng Qing'an, who had a look of joy on his face, became a little surprised and doubtful, because he saw that the not-so-big body of the little hen in his hand began to swell rapidly and swelled into a ball.
“It’s going to explode!”
When Feng Qing'an saw this sudden change, he didn't even think about it. He threw the hen out with a shake of his hand, but the chicken exploded in mid-air before it hit the ground.
boom!
Red, black and crimson splashed in the air like raindrops. At that moment, Feng Qingan subconsciously closed his eyes and squatted down, and felt the warm and sticky liquid splashing on his face and hair.
When he opened his eyes again and looked at the mess in front of him, he was stunned. Even though he had knowledge far beyond his appearance, this knowledge did not include a chicken swelling to the size of a basketball and then suddenly exploding.
"Is this what the description calls a certain risk?"
Feng Qing'an wiped the blood off his face, looked at the mess in front of him , and couldn't help muttering to himself.
Not far away, the poultry in the chicken coop were staring at this scene in a daze. It was not until Feng Qingan's voice sounded that the poultry started to scream wildly, flapping their wings and flying around, obviously frightened.
Oooooh!
Not only these poultry, but even the two big white geese that were leisurely strolling in the yard, and the little black one that had been circling around Feng Qing'an's feet, were frightened and screamed, and hid in the corner with their tails between their legs.
The noise made by these little guys also woke Feng Qing'an up. Now was not the time for him to be thoughtful. He had to clean up the yard quickly. Otherwise, he would not be able to explain when his parents came back.
"Little chicken, don't blame me. You were originally a dish on earth. Go early this year and come back early next year!"
Feng Qing'an muttered the chicken-killing curse he had learned, took out a clay basin and began to pick up the broken pieces of meat and bones with feathers still stuck to them that were scattered in the yard.
Although it was disgusting, it was his own fault. Moreover, by cleaning up the bloody scene, Feng Qingan realized more deeply how terrifying this secret technique that belonged exclusively to beastmasters was.
This secret method is probably not only used to strengthen the pet's physique and increase its chance of transformation. If it is not used properly, it can also become an extremely terrifying method of killing.
After all, the soul power he now possessed hadn't even stepped into the threshold of a beastmaster. Feng Qing'an knew that the little spiritual power he attracted was really nothing, but it was this little spiritual power that was forcibly integrated into the body of the poultry and caused such terrible changes.
"I'm not a bloody butcher, so why would I practice the secret method against my will? I should first study its proper use."
Feng Qingan stopped the many dangerous thoughts that had arisen and began to sum up his experience and lessons.
"After the spiritual energy is absorbed, it should be guided and I will help refine it. If this chicken can retain the spiritual energy and use it for its own benefit, it will not be kept in a cage."
Various conjectures emerged in his mind. One failure was nothing. Although the result of this failure was more tragic than he could imagine, Feng Qing'an looked at the duck pen and chicken coop with fiery eyes.
"I still have many opportunities to try and verify my guess. Don't be in a hurry . Take your time!"
"Well, I should use this chicken offal to make a pot of soup. I can't waste it. When my parents come back, I'll give them a surprise. They will probably praise me for being filial, right?"
