Chapter 13: Chapter 13 “Filial Piety

Translator: 549690339

Woof! Woof!

The small puppy with fur transitioning from black to gray kept circling a teenager, constantly spinning around while the youth sticks out his foot occasionally, tripping up the puppy trying to rub against him.

“Go away, stay over there, don’t disturb me, this matter determines your future!”

He has just seized a squawking little hen from the chicken coop, Feng Qing’an walks forward. With each step, he looks around sneakily as if he were committing a theft.

Today is a wonderful day, his parents are not at home, and he has endured days to wait for this opportunity.

It’s not that he is going to do something terrible. He has behaved extremely well during the past month since his older brother left. Otherwise, his parents would not have left him at home alone.

Feng Qing’an mainly wanted to try the “Spirit Attraction Blood Refinement Skill”. He initially planned to wait until he had formed the first Soul Contract and accumulated enough Soul Power before he attempted this secret technique.

However, plans are no match for changes. Over the past month, he has diligently practiced every night non-stop. Although he is still a considerable distance from forming a Soul Contract, he feels that his Soul Power accumulation is quite satisfactory.

According to Feng Qing’an’s estimations, it should be enough for him to perform the “Spirit Attraction Blood Refinement Skill” once, with some left over. How can he stand this, he has yet to explore the other purposes of Soul Power.

That’s what made Feng Qing’an a bit frustrated. Although he hasn’t been practicing for a long time, he has managed to accumulate so much Soul Power, yet it hasn’t caused any significant changes to him.

There’s not an obvious increase in his appetite, nor has he grown taller. His endurance, speed, and other physical qualities have remained undifferentiated from before. Aside from sleeping more soundly and feeling more energetic, there are no significant changes, hence the “Spirit Attraction Blood Refinement Skill” is Feng Qing’an’s only choice for now.

As for the little hen that’s in his hand, it’s because the “Spirit Attraction Blood Refinement Skill” carries certain risks. If he acts rashly, it may inflict some harm on his Guardian Beast.

Thus, Feng Qing’an needs to practice on some living things to achieve mastery before he attempts the technique on his puppy.

“Soul Integration, Blood Refinement!”

Feng Qing’an held the hen’s wings tightly with his hands, regardless of the clucking noises. After composing his mind, he started practicing the Soul Integration that he had exercised dozens of times.

Using the Soul Power he has cultivated to draw in the omnipresent Spiritual Qi, Feng Qing’an is already familiar with this step. He couldn’t draw in much, though; what’s most important is the subsequent step, Blood Refinement!

He directs the Spiritual Qi onto spirits other than himself, refining their bodies, nourishing their blood and bones, resulting in complete transformation.

Feng Qing’an’s eyes slightly squinted as he entered a state similar to cultivation. Instantly, his eyes “saw” the “light” that was everywhere between the heavens and earth.

He used his Soul Power to disturb the “light” around him and draw it in. He skillfully manipulated, managing to integrate two or three points of lights into the little hen that he was holding. The process went smoothly; the Spiritual Qi integrated successfully.

“Did I succeed?!”

Feng Qing’an opened his eyes wide with joy and exited the special state. The next moment, he felt a struggle that was several times more powerful coming from his hand. The little hen flapped its wings furiously, nearly escaping from his grip.

In the next moment, Feng Qing’an, who had a joyful expression on his face, was somewhat startled because he saw that the small body of the hen in his hand started to rapidly swell up, puffing into a ball.

“It’s going to explode!”

When his eyes saw this sudden change, Feng Qing’an didn’t think at all and threw the hen out instantly. However, before this hen had even landed, it blew up in mid-air.

Bang!

Red, black, and purple splattered in the air, raining down. In that instant, Feng Qing’an, who had instinctively closed his eyes and squatted down, felt the warm, sticky liquid splattering onto his face and hair.

When he opened his eyes again and looked at the mess in front of him, he became dumbfounded. Even though he had more worldly-wise knowledge than his appearance suggested, this knowledge did not include a chicken swelling up to the size of a basketball and then exploding.

“Is this the so-called certain risk described in the manual?”

Feng Qing’an wiped the clot off his face, looked at the mess in front of him, and muttered to himself.

Not far away, The domestic animals in the chicken ducks cage were dumbstruck by this scene. Only when Feng Qing’an’s voice resounded did these animals start to squawk and flail their wings chaotically, clearly having been scared silly.

Howl!

Not only the domestic animals, even the two geese leisurely strolling in the yard and the puppy ‘Little Black’ that had been circling around Feng Qing’an’s feet, were scared into howling. They tucked their tails between their legs and hid in a corner.

The commotion made by these little guys woke Feng Qing’an from his thoughts. Now was not the time for him to contemplate; the priority was to clean up the yard. When his parents come back, it would be hard for him to explain.

“Little chicken, little chicken, don’t blame me, you are just a dish in the human world. You went early this year, may you come early next year!”

Mumbling a ghostly chicken killing curse he had learned, Feng Qing’an took a clay basin and began to clean up the meat and bone pieces scattered in the yard, still covered with feathers.

It’s disgusting, but who told him he made this mess himself. And through cleaning this bloody scene, Feng Qing’an had a more profound understanding of how terrifying this secret technique exclusively for Guardian Beast Masters can be.

This technique is probably not only used to enhance the physical body of a Guardian Beast and increase its transformation rate. If it is misused, it can also become an extremely terrifying method of killing.

After all, he is not even near the entry-level of a Guardian Beast master. Feng Qing’an knew that the little Spiritual Qi he has drawn in is insignificant, but it was just this bit of Spiritual Qi. Forcefully integrating it into domestic fowl resulted in such a terrifying change.

“I don’t want to be a bloody butcher, and why should I reverse the cultivation techniques? I should first understand its legitimate uses.”

Feng Qing’an held back many dangerous thoughts that had surged up, and began to summarize the lessons.

“After the integration of the Spiritual Qi, it should have been guided and refined by me. If this chicken could keep this Spiritual Qi and use it, then it wouldn’t be kept in a cage.”

All kinds of conjecture came to his mind. One failure is nothing, although its result is a bit more brutal than he imagined. But, Feng Qing’an looked at the duck and chicken cages with gleaming eyes,

“I still have many chances to make mistakes and to confirm my conjecture. I am not in a hurry, let’s take things slowly!”

“Hmm, these meat pieces… I should use them to prepare a pot of soup. I can’t waste them. When my parents come back, I’ll give them a surprise. They should praise me for being filial, right?”