Chapter 90 Dragon Robe
"Not willing?"
Looking at the golden pheasant that took a step back in front of him, Feng Qing'an showed a playful smile on his face. Obviously, this was a chicken with its own ideas.
This was because the righteous only enveloped the yard. If the chicken wanted to become a monster, it only had to fly out of the yard. It was obvious that it already had this ability.
But this chicken never left the yard from beginning to end. It kept pretending to be stupid in the yard, and would rather be a chicken that could be slaughtered at any time than leave.
"Then you just stay here!"
Feng Qingan did not force the chicken to go out of the yard. Since it had ideals and ambitions, he let it stay here. Feng Qingan was also very curious about what this chicken would become in the end as its potential continued to grow under the suppression of the noble spirit.
Even for poultry and wild beasts, there are more than just the two options of transforming into monsters. The White Wolf Lord in the mountains follows the spiritual path and is not restrained by the righteous energy.
"Black Mountain, let's go!"
Under the cover of heavy snow in the early morning, Feng Qing'an took Heishan out of the village, and then rode directly on Heishan, who had revealed his true form, and headed into the mountains.
This was Feng Qing'an's first time to go into the mountains. Therefore, when Heishan carried Feng Qing'an on his back and stepped into the snow-covered forest, the wind and snow that were whistling from all directions suddenly stared into the air.
Then, in Feng Qing'an's surprised gaze, he transformed into a gentleman in a white shirt. Even in the harsh environment of wind and snow, this gentleman, who still looked extraordinary and unrestrained, was holding a stack of robes in his hands.
"Mountain God!"
It was beyond reason and expectation. Feng Qing'an had never thought that the mountain god valued him so much. He appeared as soon as he stepped into the mountain. So he got down from Heishan and walked towards the mountain god.
"A very interesting practice method!"
The mountain god looked at Feng Qing'an at this time, and as he examined him from head to toe, admiration appeared in his eyes.
He could naturally see where Feng Qing'an's current attitude came from. This was because he had obtained the demonic power of Black Mountain, which had changed his appearance. It was not uncommon for a human to control demonic power, but this was the first time he had seen Feng Qing'an in this way.
"Why are you here?"
Feng Qing'an asked, whether it was the mountain god's friendly attitude towards him or the existence of the mountain god itself, both were worthy of his respect.
"How can you walk around naked in this cold winter? Although it's okay, it's not polite. This is the clothes I once changed into. If you don't mind, I'll give it to you!"
"Thank you, Mountain God!"
Feng Qing'an would naturally not be ungrateful, so he hurriedly thanked him and then took the clothes handed to him by the gentleman in front of him with both hands. Just the touch of the clothes made Feng Qing'an know that this set of clothes was extraordinary.
"No need to thank me, as long as you don't mind it being old!"
The stagnant wind and snow were howling. When Feng Qing'an looked up, there was no trace of the elegant scholar from Baishan. It seemed that the moment he gave away the clothes, he had merged into the wind and snow, turning into flying snow that embellished the mountains and rivers.
“This dress…”
Feng Qing'an reached out to touch the white clothes with faint green light patterns. The soft and tough texture was not what silk should have at all, and the green light patterns were clearly neatly arranged scale patterns.
Change of clothes!
Feng Qing'an twitched the corner of his mouth and put on the clothes without hesitation. People told him not to mind because they were old clothes, but they were just polite words. Any one of them was worth a fortune.
Soon, Feng Qing'an put on this soft clothes. Through Heishan's eyes, Feng Qing'an could see a handsome and elegant young man in white, who could not hide his wild temperament.
“As expected of me!”
Feng Qingan was quite satisfied with his current appearance. That wildness was the influence of the demonic power, which was unavoidable, but he didn't mind.
"Black Mountain, let's go!"
Feng Qing'an, wearing new clothes, turned over and rode up Black Mountain, galloping all the way, and went straight into the valley with hot springs.
Although it snowed here, there was no snow accumulation on the ground because there was a lingering warmth. One could even see the heat rising and the grass and trees still growing.
When Heishan came in from outside the valley, the wolves that hibernated in the valley immediately surrounded them from all directions. Leading the way was a giant wolf as big as an ox with eyes that looked like burning will-o'-the-wisps, followed by more than twenty wolf monsters.
Feng Qing'an had seen this kind of scene countless times through Heishan's eyes, but this was the first time he saw it in person. However, Feng Qing'an was not afraid at all and instead took the initiative to go down to the ground.
When the wolves saw Feng Qing'an, a strange creature, breaking into their territory, most of them looked at him with awe and curiosity, because they felt the breath of the Wolf King.
But those wolves that have transformed into monsters, especially the Ghost Eye Wolves that are also at the general level, are filled with fear and awe from the bottom of their hearts.
Because they not only felt the breath of the Wolf King, but also a more far-reaching terrifying deterrence, as if they were facing endless towering mountains.
Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a moment. Even so, when Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and rubbed the wolf demons in the mountains as if they were his own dogs, none of the wolf demons dared to move and allowed Feng Qing'an to play with them at will.
“It’s boring!”
Looking at these unspeakably well-behaved wolf demons in front of him, Feng Qingan couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. He had already made plans to conquer these guys with force.
However, when Feng Qing'an returned all the demonic power in his body to Heishan, all the wolf demons still huddled like quails. Looking at these guys like this, Feng Qing'an felt that if he gave the Ghost Eye Wolf in front of him a hard blow, this guy might not dare to fight back.
It is worth mentioning that when Feng Qing'an regained his demonic power and his body shrank, his clothes did not fall off. Instead, they changed along with his body shape to maintain a fit.
"The mountain god is really nice!"
Feng Qingan knew exactly what the so-called old clothes sent by the mountain god represented.
Even without the protection of Black Mountain and without calling upon its magical power, Feng Qing'an knew that he could still travel freely in the mountains and no one would come to cause trouble for him.
"If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely repay you!"
Feng Qing'an whispered to himself, "You can accept other people's kindness, but you can't take it for granted."
"Heishan, what's with that expression on your face?"
After Feng Qing'an checked the wolf pack, he turned around and found that Heishan was squatting there with a jealous look on his face, looking unhappy, which made Feng Qing'an laugh and cry.
He raised his hand and hit it. With this strike, even the ordinary wolves knew the status of this strange person in front of them.
This meant that when Feng Qing'an performed the "Soul Summoning and Blood Refining Technique" among the wolf pack, every wolf under his control became extremely well-behaved and docile, just like Black Mountain back then.
What the wolf demon naturally enjoyed was the "Spirit Gathering and Bone Tempering Technique". After gaining benefits from Feng Qing'an and tasting the sweetness, it only took half a day for Feng Qing'an to naturally replace Heishan and become the most popular among the wolf pack.
Heishan naturally didn't mind this at all, and was even quite excited when he carried Feng Qingan home.
However, when the man and the wolf approached the village, they ran into a group of knights with flying flags and solemn appearance.
However, Feng Qingan had sharp eyes and spotted the carriage surrounded by knights at a glance. It looked familiar. In the wind and snow, the big word "wind" on the fluttering flag was even more obvious.
