Chapter 94: Soul Devouring Marrow Art
The mountain god also understood that he had never been harsh to the young boy in front of him. Yesterday, he even gave him a dragon robe. Although it was an old piece of clothing that he had taken off, the boy was smart and could understand the essence of the old clothes.
That was the layer of scales that he shed when he transformed into dragon horns. To him, it was indeed an old piece of clothing, but it was also a rare spiritual object in the world.
Logically, he shouldn't feel uneasy about this, but he has seen too many humans in the past thousand years, and it is difficult for him to have too many expectations of them.
There are people with noble character who will never forget a favor even after a hundred years, but those who receive the favor first and then resort to violence when they find an opportunity to seek more benefits are even worse.
What kind of person could this teenager holding the sword that can slay gods and dragons be?
"Don't be offended, Mountain God. It's just that the noise at home is too disturbing, so I went into the mountains to seek some peace and quiet!"
Looking at the mountain god in front of him, who seemed slightly different from the one he had seen before, Feng Qingan immediately replied with a smile.
"Why do you carry a sword, young master?"
This matter must be clarified, otherwise He would not be able to sleep well. There is really a sword hanging over His head.
"This sword was given to me by my brother yesterday. I love it so much that I carry it with me."
Feng Qing'an replied, he seemed to know why the gentleman in front of him was different from usual.
"I see. I hope you can value harmony in the mountains and avoid killing."
After saying this, the elegant scholar in green robes disappeared with the wind and snow, and the road ahead was clear and bright.
"Black Mountain, let's go!"
Feng Qing'an glanced at the long sword tied at his waist, grasped the hilt, and exerted a little force, but still couldn't pull it out.
However, there is no need to explain this to outsiders. Others just need to see the sword in his hand.
Having no sword in hand and having a sword but not using it are two different things.
Awooo~
Heishan let out a long roar and rushed towards the warm valley with evergreen seasons.
Feng Qing'an continued what he did yesterday, drawing souls and refining blood for the wolf pack. Of course, the demon wolf that had already become a monster and Heishan were the focus of care, especially Heishan.
[Earth Beast General·Side Quest: One Step Further]
[Requirement: Help the pet to complete the leap to a higher level! ]
[Reward: "Soul Devouring Marrow Technique"]
As long as Heishan is promoted to the commander level, Feng Qing'an will be able to obtain new secret skills. Of course, it would be easier to let Nan Ge jump to the general level, but the girl seems reluctant.
After asking once, Feng Qing'an didn't say anything more. The Soul Purifying Spring, the Purple Chen Fairy Robe, and Nan Ge had her own inheritance. She was so weak when they first met, and it was obvious that she was deliberately suppressed. Otherwise, with her potential, she would have been able to step into a higher level long ago.
As for the reason, Nan Ge did not say, and Feng Qingan did not ask. He would know sooner or later, and as for the secret technique, it was nothing more than putting more effort into Heishan.
On the third day when Feng Qing'an entered the mountain, his waist was empty. He had left the sword at home. Since he already knew that the mountain god was uneasy about the sword, he should not bring it with him when he went to someone else's territory. The mountain god had expressed goodwill to him, and he also had to know his limits.
"After thousands of years of practice, my state of mind is only this good!"
On the top of the green mountain, the jasper eyes reflected the figure of a young man riding a wolf, and the mountain god couldn't help but smile at himself.
After all, He has desires and is not detached from the world. As a sharp mountain breeze blew past, the figure of the scholar disappeared on the top of the mountain.
In the warm spring-like valley, Feng Qing'an looked up at the sky, as if he realized something, but he still lowered his head to sort out the spiritual power in the body of the Black Mountain in front of him, helping it to transform it into demonic power to the greatest extent possible.
[First Soul Contract: Black Mountain]
[Race: Phantom Wolf]
[Attribute: Monster, Beast]
[Potential Level: Lord·Superior]
[Combat Power Level: General·Superior]
Black Mountain's body became even larger. Just by standing, it was over ten feet tall. The Ghost-Eyed Wolf in front of it, as big as an ox, had no power to resist and could be slapped away with one claw.
"Montenegro, keep working hard!"
Feng Qingan was very satisfied with the steady and orderly progress of Heishan, but even so, he did not forget to encourage Heishan.
"One more step and you'll be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with that little white wolf!"
Awooo~
Upon hearing this, Heishan let out an impatient long howl. He had always been thinking about the little white wolf, and what's more, his master still supported him, which made him more confident.
Feng Qing'an did not return home until dusk fell. By then, Feng Shouli and Yin, who had received the news, had already returned from the county town. No matter how big the family business was, it could not compare to the eldest son who could only come back once a year.
After his parents returned home, Feng Qing'an no longer went to the mountains. His room became extra quiet because of this, but Feng Qing'an didn't care about it. He now had too many things to think about and study.
But in addition to being busy, he also needs to use the "Spirit Parasitism Technique" to occasionally put his consciousness into the underworld, chatting with Nan Ge across the air, and occasionally listening to the girl singing quietly. The heavenly singing is also a kind of relaxation and enjoyment for him.
My eldest brother didn't stay at home for long. Just after the New Year, on the eighth day of the first lunar month, he returned to Beijing .
Yin's eyes were filled with tears, and Feng Shouli was silent for a long time. The couple then truly realized how far away they were from their eldest son, and it might be difficult for them to see him even once a year.
However, the couple's emotions did not remain suppressed for long, and they soon immersed themselves in busy work. They now had a lot of things to do.
So, in just less than twenty days, Feng Qing'an was the only one left in the Feng family mansion. Yin asked Feng Qing'an if he wanted to find someone else to take care of him.
But Feng Qing'an refused. He didn't need anyone to take care of him. If he invited an unfamiliar person, if he got up in the middle of the night and saw the scene in the yard, he would be scared to death.
After discovering that his physique was beyond imagination, he began to notice the "little things" in the village that shouldn't be there.
The radish spirit that pulls itself out of the soil and wanders around at night; the crystal clear cabbage that looks like it was carved out of jade; the red cabbage moss that grows like a small tree...
Some of these farm crops that had become spirits were stewed by Feng Qingan, while some , such as the crystal clear emerald cabbage, were moved by him into the valley.
After personally trying and experiencing the effects of these special crops, Feng Qing'an also found a way to let his parents eat some, because he found that although there was spiritual energy in them, it was much milder than the spiritual objects that had grown in the mountains for hundreds of years, and was very suitable for ordinary people.
From then on, Feng Qing'an became more careful, because his unintentional actions might create evil spirits in places he couldn't see. If he did good, it would be fine, but if he had evil thoughts and harmed others, it would cause endless harm.
