Chapter 168: Resurrection
"You hid it very well, Miaomiao!"
Feng Qing'an also couldn't help but marvel at the thought. He had only admired the other party's temperament, coupled with his divine appearance, but it turned out to bring him such a big surprise. He even had a hidden mythical bloodline.
[Race: Qilin Beast]
[Attributes: Kirin, Essence, Wood, Water, Wind]
[Potential Level: King·Medium]
[Combat Power Level: Lord, Lower]
"Amazing! The race has changed."
Feng Qing'an's eyes were shining at this time. He didn't expect that just the awakening of the mythical bloodline could greatly increase his potential to such a level, directly skipping a level. This was just the initial awakening. It was hard to imagine what a real pure-blooded Qilin would be like.
"Um, little Phoenix!?"
At this moment, Feng Qing'an suddenly thought of Youyou. Originally, he thought that the little phoenix, whose combat power and potential were comparable to those of a superior king, was quite powerful.
Now, comparing it with the Qilin beast in front of it, which has raised its potential to the middle-level king after initially awakening its mythical bloodline, it was immediately discovered that there was a big problem with the little phoenix. Taking Miaomiao in front of it as a reference, Youyou's potential should not be that of a king.
Yo yo~
The strange, lively and pleasant cry sounded again, coming from behind Miaomiao. It was a sacred shadow outlined by the wood spirit energy. After the Qilin cried, the wood spirit energy dissipated and merged into Miaomiao.
This made the newly formed horns on its forehead lose their green and tender feeling, and their color gradually darkened into ink-blue, which matched perfectly with the head that had begun to transform , and they were completely integrated without any sense of abruptness.
Feng Qing'an also pulled away at this time. At this moment, eight or nine out of ten of his soul power had been devoured. This was the first time since he started practicing that his soul power had been devoured in such a proportion. Generally speaking, he would at least retain thirty percent, even if there was no danger around.
"Can you tell me your name?"
Sen Miao, who had gained a brighter future unexpectedly, lowered his head and looked at the human boy in front of him. His jasper eyes had turned into deep blue, reflecting his figure. No one understood the changes happening deep inside his body better than himself.
Although this was a divine treasure that had been hidden deep within its body when it was born, if it had not been for the young man in front of him opening it with his unique power, he would probably not have been able to open it even until the end of his life, and he would not even have known of its existence.
"Feng Qing'an, because I haven't come of age yet, I don't have a courtesy name yet."
The boy laughed.
"I will follow you to repay you for opening the bloodline hidden in my body!"
Sen Miao, who transformed from a hybrid dragon-horse into a Qilin beast, took a step forward, lowered his head, and placed it in front of Feng Qingan. Experiencing such mysterious power, he now believed that the decision he had made was absolutely correct.
"good!"
Feng Qing'an raised his palm and placed it on the newly grown dragon scales between the horns of the Qilin beast in front of him. When he touched it, he felt a wonderful touch as warm as spring. In a trance, Feng Qing'an felt as if he had touched the majestic vitality of all things.
"From now on, you will follow me!"
The young man originally wanted to go with the flow and directly sign the Sixth Soul Contract with Sen Miao, but he glanced at the spirit wolf Bai Yao standing beside him and decided to wait for a few days and not rush.
Besides, as a great demon, Sen Miao might not be willing to release all his souls to him right now. He wanted to spend some time with him first, and wait until they were familiar with each other. He didn't believe that this guy would be unwilling to give him everything, and he could give him more in return.
"Yes, Master Feng!"
Feeling the new vitality in his body, Sen Miao chose to obey. The moment he obtained this new blood, he understood everything.
This power is inherited from its mother and has the authority to control the growth of plants and trees. Its source is a wooden Qilin that only exists in mythology.
Although it is not known how this bloodline was passed to her mother, one thing is beyond doubt, that is, the Qilin bloodline has become extremely thin after being continuously inherited and consumed over the long years.
Its mother only showed a tiny bit of power without any external appearance. As for it, it had even lost the talent to communicate with plants and trees.
If he had not encountered this human boy who possessed such mysterious power, this bloodline power derived from the Wood Qilin would never have been possible to activate.
But even if this latent power is revived, the power is too weak. Although it allows it to go further than its original self and reach a higher level, it is also limited.
How to make this bloodline that seems to have infinite possibilities become stronger and closer to the source? The answer is self-evident.
"I've already told you that I 'm not even an adult yet, so why call me Master? You've made me sound old. If you like, just call me Young Master. Of course, if you follow me into the human race city, you won't have to say anything."
Feng Qingan ordered.
"Mr. Feng!"
"good!"
The young man laughed. How could he not be happy when he subdued a big demon with the blood of Qilin so easily?
Woo~
Heishan, whose belly was bulging with food, now stood up straight and stared at Senmiao seriously. Unlike the little dragon that was not even a living creature, Heishan now felt a huge threat and challenge.
Practice!
Without any extra thoughts, Heishan, who was already full, lay down in the banquet hall, blocking out all interference from the outside world. He directly practiced the cultivation method that originated from his blood, began to refine his essence, strengthen his limbs, and further condense his demonic power.
It has to break through and become a great demon in the shortest possible time. Otherwise, even if it can stay by the side of its master, its status will keep declining. It's fine for a little dragon, but it's not even a living being. It doesn't need to eat or rest and must practice and study all the time. It can't be compared to a little dragon, but this guy must never be compared to him again.
Bai Yao looked at Heishan who was suddenly advancing, and no longer cared about the aquatic creatures placed in front of her, and also entered a state of cultivation. The actions of the two wolves made the goddess, who was originally very amazed, a little dazed.
Are demon cultivators and spiritual cultivators working so hard now? They can't even stop for meals, and they still have to find time to practice? I've never seen these two guys work so hard before!
"nice!"
After taking a look at the two wolves who were feeling the pressure, Feng Qing'an smiled and separated a bit of his soul consciousness, which reached into the jade belt around his waist. Suddenly, a vast and lonely space with a radius of several miles appeared in his heart. A faint yin aura was floating in the air. There were no stars or moon, but there was still light.
In the very center of this dead space, a huge giant skeleton sat quietly on the mountain, half of its body glowing with a faint red-gold glow, bringing a tiny bit of light to this space so that it would not fall into complete darkness.
On one side of the giant, on a slightly short black mountain, a small sapling with only three branches is growing quietly. Although it also emits a faint light, it mainly prevents the place from completely falling into the cold, and brings some warmth wherever its light reaches.
Two nimble fire-winged birds were playing among the branches of the sapling. Occasionally, they would stop on the third branch to look at the flower buds that had grown to a certain size, but more often, they were staring at a golden-armored humanoid dragon figure waving a halberd not far away.
It was Minglongjia. Because Feng Qing'an had no fixed place to live, Minglong, who had already been exposed to martial arts and gradually became addicted to it, became a little anxious, until Feng Qing'an opened his jade belt to it. Then this guy practiced martial arts in a place where Heishan and Baiyao could not see, secretly rolling up his sleeves.
“Can I keep eating?”
At this time, Sen Miao, who had completed her transformation and expressed her intention to follow Feng Qing'an, made her first request. Feng Qing'an followed her gaze and saw Chiwen, a small part of which had been eaten.
"Can you eat it?"
Feng Qing'an looked at Sen Miao, who was radiating a sense of purity and peace in front of him. This guy was a true auspicious beast no matter how you looked at it. How could he eat flesh and blood?
"Can!"
Sen Miao, whose flesh and blood she had just eaten had turned into nourishment because of the transformation and awakening of her bloodline, answered firmly that she had only awakened her Qilin bloodline, but had not really become a wooden Qilin that had compassion on all living beings.
Even if she became a wooden unicorn, she would be able to eat the flesh and drink the blood of the enemy who killed her father.
"Enjoy your meal!"
Feng Qing'an naturally didn't care. Among the dragon species, the value of its flesh and blood was actually the lowest. The truly valuable things were the dragon balls, followed by dragon scales, dragon horns, dragon eyes, dragon skin, etc. These were all top-quality materials for refining weapons, so he just had to keep them all.
After getting Feng Qing'an's promise, Sen Miao, whose stomach had been empty for a long time, immediately stepped forward and injected the wood spirit energy that had just awakened and gained control directly into Chiwen's body.
In Feng Qing'an's perception, Chiwen, who had almost died and was about to lose his soul was pulled back to life, and the dragon's eyes, which had begun to become turbid, became clear again, but there was no joy in them, only endless fear and pain.
Because Sen Miao was using the water spirit that he was born with and that he used most skillfully, transforming it into sharp blades, and cutting slices of crystal clear fish meat from the body of Chiwen, savoring them slowly and carefully.
“…”
Watching this scene that could almost be called a resurrection from the dead, Feng Qingan felt a chill. Did this guy really awaken the bloodline of the Wood Qilin? How cruel.
"Don't be surprised. Although Miaomiao has never seen her father, she saw her mother die in front of her own eyes."
A calm voice came into his ears, and Feng Qingan looked at Nu Luo who was watching this scene.
The mountain god's eyes were complicated. Apparently, even the goddess had not expected that the child she had watched grow up, after obtaining the mythical bloodline, would use the power on his enemies and take revenge in such a cruel way.
"Her mother died? Also because of Hongxi?"
Feng Qing'an was a little stunned. If that was the case, Sen Miao's reaction was not surprising. Even if he spent a hundred years turning into a wild horse and waiting for the opportunity for revenge, it was understandable.
"Not really. Do you think I'm so useless? In my mountain, how can Suicune bully her mother?"
Nuluo looked up at Feng Qingan. What kind of mountain god is he if he can't even protect the creatures living in the mountains?
"Why is that?"
"She committed suicide for love. After raising her and enabling her to survive on her own, her mother chose to go after her father."
"this……"
Feng Qing'an was speechless. Although it was not Hong Xi who did it, it made no difference to Sen Miao.
Moreover, for Sen Miao, who lost both his parents, inheriting the bloodline of the Wood Qilin and mastering the power that is almost enough to bring the dead back to life, it seems like an invisible mockery. No wonder he chooses to take revenge again in such a cruel way at this moment. This is also a kind of catharsis.
"Let her eat, she'll be fine after she finishes eating!"
"Um!"
Feng Qing'an glanced at Hong Xi, who was wailing weakly and wanted to seek final peace from him, and chose to ignore her. Past causes led to present consequences, and everything was her own fault, and she could not blame others.
Three days later
In Kaoshan Village under the jurisdiction of Anqing Prefecture, a farmer carrying a longbow was walking in the fields. His face, which had become dark due to years of hard work, was full of confusion. He always felt that there was something wrong with the fields in front of him. The vegetables grown on them seemed different from the ones he planted.
But the facts are right in front of us. If they are different, then he must have remembered it wrong. But he has been farming for half his life, how could he remember this wrong?
Step~Step~
Just as the farmer was worrying about the crops growing in his field, the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground was heard. The farmer looked in the direction of the sound and immediately saw a young man in white riding on a tall horse. Behind the majestic black horse were two wolves, oh, no, they were dogs!
A nobleman who went into the mountains to hunt and got separated from his followers?
Looking at the forest behind the young man, the farmer with a slightly tough temperament lowered his head, thinking that he must be a noble person who came from the provincial capital, and he, a farmer, could not afford to offend him.
"This old man."
But he wanted to avoid the nobleman, but the nobleman did not want to let him go. The nobleman riding on a tall horse shouted at him.
"Did the nobleman call me?"
In this field near the forest, he was the only one at the moment. The farmer, who looked like a farmer but more like a hunter, lowered his back quickly and was very respectful.
"That's right. I would also like to ask, which way can I take to Anqing Prefecture?"
The young man on horseback who walked out of the forest was Feng Qing'an. The reason he asked for directions was just for conversation, because he remembered that it was here that he fought with Hong Xi.
The aftermath of the battle also destroyed the fields. Although he restored the earth, it is unknown who used magical powers to restore the crops, but it seems that they don't match.
"Look, sir. Please walk forward and keep..."
The farmer quickly informed.
"Thank you, old man!"
After listening patiently, Feng Qing pretended to reach into his sleeve, took out a handful of small silver coins, and threw them out in front of the farmer's slightly surprised and expectant eyes.
"My Lord, what are you doing..."
The farmer's voice was trembling as he held the silver coins without missing a single grain, which fell right into his raised hands. It was the first time he had seen so much money in his entire life.
"This is my toll!"
Feng Qingan said with a smile.
"But this is too much!"
The farmers felt a little uneasy.
"Hahaha, that's not much!"
Feng Qing'an laughed loudly, rode away on his horse, and the two wolves followed closely behind him.
