Chapter 67: The Innate Yin Spirit
"Am I dreaming?"
Feng Qingan looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
He clearly remembered that he was lying on the bed and fell asleep, but when he opened his eyes, what appeared before him was such a magnificent and mysterious scene.
All you see is brilliant, endless purple. The sky seems to be dyed purple, and the color of the distant horizon is even richer, almost like ink.
However, what was originally such a dark color appeared before Feng Qing'an as a brilliant and gorgeous spectacle, because the leaves, veins and even roots of the plants in front of him were refracting purple light of varying depths, reflecting everything nearby extremely clearly.
A faint mist floats among the branches and leaves, and countless dense leaves are intertwined. These leaves are large and thin, like transparent purple gauze. Looking down, you can see shrubs with unknown strange fruits, ferns with dense branches and leaves, lush and thick grass... Layer upon layer, intricate and mixed, forming a lush and gorgeous plant world.
It was because he saw such a wonderful sight with his own eyes that Feng Qing'an couldn't help but question whether he was dreaming at this moment, but his consciousness at this moment was unusually clear.
So Feng Qing'an reached out and pulled his cheek, but felt nothing. Then he increased the strength, but still didn't feel any pain.
"Lucid dream!?"
"No, that's not right!"
Feng Qingan frowned. He remembered that he heard in a daze,
"The Netherworld, the right time!"
However, Feng Qing'an raised his hand and looked at his extremely real palm, but still could not make a judgment.
He remembered the scene not long ago when the mountain god invited him to have tea. The mountain god said that the nature of his soul was very similar to that of the Taoist Yin God, but it was much weaker.
The Yin spirit wanders at night!
These words immediately appeared in Feng Qingan's mind. This was not impossible for him, but his soul was still weak and needed guidance from external forces.
"Am I dreaming now?"
Feng Qing'an was a little unsure of his condition. It was the first time he experienced such a thing.
However, just at this moment, a beautiful singing voice came from the gaps in the dense jungle. The singing reminded Feng Qing'an of the light moonlight, the flowing breeze, and the water flowing in the stream. This was the most beautiful sound Feng Qing'an had ever heard.
He listened in a daze for a moment, then came to his senses. Then, Feng Qing'an began to follow the direction where the singing came from, trudging forward through the dense jungle.
Even though the jungle was covered with dense vegetation, Feng Qing'an was tireless at this moment. The dense vegetation did not hurt his body at all. It seemed that he would not be injured here.
After walking forward for a distance which was actually not that far, when Feng Qing'an reached out and pushed aside a large leaf, he immediately saw a scene that he would never forget.
It was a clear pond in the forest, with flowers and plants growing beside the pond. A young girl sat sideways on the soft grass with her feet immersed in the water. Her soft, silky black hair fell from her neck, sticking to her skin as delicate as mutton-fat jade. She slightly parted her red lips and sang softly, like the sound of nature.
Feng Qing'an had seen beauty before, but he was not a real country boy. Even so, he was still deeply amazed by the delicate facial features of the girl in front of him, which looked like they were carved from fine jade.
She turned her face to the side, with the tip of her beautiful nose slightly tilted up. Her long eyelashes flickered, her eyes were like water, clear and bright, with thousands of shimmering waves. When her delicate red lips opened and closed, it seemed as if starlight was flowing along her lip line.
The girl in front of me is as pure and flawless as white snow. The moment I see her for the first time, my heart beats fast and I have an intense urge to hold her in my arms.
“…”
Feng Qing'an's hand that was pushing away the leaves froze. He couldn't even bear to make the slightest noise to break this incredibly beautiful scene.
Of course, what is more important is that the girl in front of him, who is full of innocence and naivety, is only wearing a tight-fitting top at the moment, with her soft black hair hanging down, but Feng Qing'an can still see her slender waist that can be held in one hand, and her long and smooth legs that are immersed in the spring, splashing water .
In this world dominated by purple, the girl with glowing white hair in front of him was so dazzling that Feng Qing'an was reluctant to look away.
However, looking at this girl who was so beautiful that she didn't seem to exist in this world, Feng Qingan was possessed by some strange impulse, or perhaps it was a blessing from heaven.
"Identification!"
[Type: Innate Yin Spirit]
[Attributes: Yin, Heaven, Spirit]
[Potential Level: King·Medium]
[Combat Power Level: Spiritual Awakening ·Superior]
"It's really a dream!"
Seeing the results of the identification, Feng Qingan couldn't help but sigh, then he completely pushed away the leaves blocking his body and walked out.
The perfect contract partner who possesses the potential of a king but only has the combat power of an awakening spirit level, this is something he once thought about, but now he would not even dream of it.
Because this is unrealistic, but now, the girl who is so perfect that he can't find a single flaw appears before him, and she even looks so fragile.
She was so weak that she didn't even need Heishan's help. Feng Qing'an felt that he could force the girl in front of him to sign a contract with him by himself.
However, Feng Qing'an remembered the process of establishing the soul contract with Heishan. He and Heishan got along very closely and could make Heishan trust him completely. Only in this way could they successfully complete the contract.
It is absolutely undesirable to use violence to force a pet to sign a contract with it. The contract may be completed, but the secret technique that requires the cooperation of the pet will be impossible to perform.
As Feng Qing'an stepped out of the jungle and onto the grass, the grass leaves emitting a faint lavender light suddenly covered his feet. At the same time, the singing stopped, and the girl who was originally singing suddenly tilted her head and looked curiously at Feng Qing'an who was walking out of the forest.
Feng Qingan looked at the girl and thought she was soft and gentle and easy to push over, but at this moment, in the eyes of the girl, wasn't he the same? A half-grown boy with a childish face really couldn't raise any vigilance.
"Who are you?"
The girl's clear eyes were full of curiosity, and her voice was just like a song, soft, graceful and moving.
"Why are you here?"
"My name is Feng Qing'an. I heard the song you sang and followed the guidance of the song to come here."
Feng Qingan answered very straightforwardly.
At this moment, the throbbing in his heart caused by the girl's extraordinary beauty that was not what one should have in this world gradually subsided. He walked straight to the girl, sat down, and then, imitating the girl, took off his shoes and socks and immersed his feet directly in the seemingly clear water.
