Chapter 29: The World in Black Mountain's Ey
[Beast Master·Side Quest: Skills Are Always a Key]
[Requirement: Use the "Spirit Parasitism" correctly once]
[Reward: "Spirit Gathering and Soul Nourishing Technique"]
"A new training method?"
When Feng Qing'an, who had completed his practice and was about to fall asleep in the dead of night, saw the newly released task, he suddenly became alert. Just by looking at the name, he knew that this was much better than the "Art of Attracting Spirits and Condensing Souls" he was practicing now.
"The Art of Divine Parasitism!"
Feng Qing'an pondered silently, because after the transformation of his physique, his cultivation speed was much faster than before, so he was immersed in the cultivation and temporarily ignored the "Spirit Parasitism Technique" he had obtained.
The first reason was that he had truly experienced the difficulty of practicing the Beastmaster's Secret Technique and did not want to waste too much time on it. The second reason was that after briefly browsing through the secret technique, he really could not muster any interest in it.
"The Art of Soul Suspension", as its name suggests, is a relatively useless secret technique in Feng Qing'an's eyes, because its function is to allow his consciousness to be placed on his pet beast through a soul contract.
To put it simply, he can observe the world from the perspective of a pet. Apart from that, there are no other features. How can Feng Qingan be interested and spend time practicing?
He had nothing better to do than to experience the perspective of his Black Mountain. Instead of doing that, he might as well practice for a while.
But now it is different. If he successfully completes the first use of "Spirit Parasitism Technique", he will obtain a better method of practice. I believe that through this practice, he will be able to be promoted to become an Earth Beast General sooner!
"Let me see!"
Feng Qing'an was not in a hurry to go to bed. He pondered over this secret method seriously. After reading it carefully, he found that the threshold for practicing this secret method was actually not high. The most important difficulty lies in the degree of intimacy with the pet animal.
As long as the pet does not resist and actively cooperates, you can basically easily entrust your consciousness to it through the soul contract and see the world from the pet's perspective.
"Montenegro, come here!"
Although staying up late at night is not a good habit, Feng Qing'an's mind is unusually clear at this moment. This is mainly because the process of his practice is enough to replace part of the sleep.
Heishan, who was already starving and had been suffering for several days, heard Feng Qing'an's call and quickly got up, ran into his room, and looked at Feng Qing'an with his head shaking. The meaning of his expression was obvious: he hoped that he could be allowed to climb over the wall to go out hunting so that he could have a good meal.
"What's the hurry? Wait a little longer!"
Feng Qing'an was comforting the wolfhound that had turned into a demon. It wasn't that their family didn't give Heishan food, but Heishan's appetite was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. If they let this guy eat all the chickens and ducks raised by their family, they would probably eat them all in two or three meals. His mother, Yin, would probably go crazy.
"Come here and practice with me first. I heard that dogs can see things that humans can't. I want to see how the world in your eyes is different from what I see!"
Feng Qing'an reached out and rubbed Heishan's soft and smooth hair. It had to be said that it felt great.
"Don't resist, and don't reject me!"
Before trying, Feng Qing'an reminded him again and again. Based on the secret information that was almost engraved in his mind and he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to, Feng Qing'an knew that the most critical point of the secret method was whether the pet could cooperate with the beastmaster.
Feng Qing'an was quite confident about this, but when he performed the secret technique for the first time, the degree of success made him realize he had underestimated Heishan's trust and dependence on him.
The process of his consciousness entering was very smooth, so smooth that it didn't seem like it was the first time at all, as if he had already repeated it hundreds of times. The moment Feng Qing'an realized that he had successfully performed the secret technique, he felt a little incredible.
But the lowered perspective and the handsome child sitting cross-legged on the bed in the center of the perspective all indicate that he succeeded in performing the "Spirit Parasitism Technique" on the first try.
But the next moment, Feng Qing'an was attracted by the magnificent and mysterious world in Heishan's eyes.
Light was everywhere, dazzling but not blindingly bright golden light flowing through every corner of his room.
"What's this?"
At this moment, Feng Qing'an realized that "The Art of Parasitism" was not some useless secret method, but at this moment, he was more curious about what this brilliant light stream that was everywhere was?
It seemed as if it had no effect on him. Even though these light streams lingered and passed through his body, he did not feel any discomfort or special changes in his body.
Soon, Feng Qing'an found the source of the light flow, which was the books on the bookshelf in his room.
All the light flowed from these books, filling his room and flowing outside his room, and it was unknown how wide the range was.
"My elder brother memorized the sage classics!"
Feng Qing'an looked at the source of the light and immediately remembered the origins of these books, which he used as decorations to cover up his small treasury.
This was the product of his eldest brother's borrowing of books from friends and teachers when his family was poor, reading through them, memorizing them, and writing them down from memory when he returned home.
The vast majority of these books were written by his elder brother stroke by stroke while he watched him write them with his own eyes.
Because his elder brother's handwriting is as vigorous as a dragon, majestic and powerful, and his handwriting is even smoother than flowing water. Just watching him is a pleasure.
The writings of sages were written with inferior pen and ink on yellow paper on which you could even see sawdust, and then bound into books.
In Feng Qing'an's eyes, these were masterpieces of calligraphy that were very worthy of collection, so after his elder brother took the imperial examination and the thatched house at home was rebuilt, he moved all these books into his room and placed them on the bookshelf. Unfortunately, they became decorations.
However, Feng Qing'an, who was observing everything through Heishan's perspective at this moment, realized the magic of these books.
The yellow paper and cheap ink that poor people could afford by gritting their teeth were naturally nothing special. Feng Qing'an had run errands for his elder brother to buy a lot of them. What really turned these books into something magical were probably the people who wrote on them.
"Haoran righteousness?!"
Feng Qing'an made a guess. This was something that even he, a child, had heard of, that Confucian students could cultivate a sense of righteousness after studying hard for ten years.
But he had only heard of it and never seen it, so he was not sure if it was true. But judging from the current performance, it should be similar. It couldn't be that all the books left by his eldest brother had become spirits.
"Then how come you're okay?"
Feng Qingan recalled the description of righteousness he had heard, and stared at the black mountain in front of him with its tongue sticking out.
"We agreed to keep away gods and ghosts, and demons and evil spirits from coming away. How can you be so calm?"
