After breakfast, Feng Qi asked for leave from the Lord of Mist and left the Old School.
At eight o'clock in the morning, they arrived at a slaughterhouse in the North District of Old City.
Even though he had already thought about agreeing to the recruitment of the Psychic Tribe, the Mist Lord still wanted to restore his strength as much as possible before joining to prevent unexpected emergencies.
After paying and getting out of the car, what appeared in front of them was a modern processing plant.
The roads here are clean, and you can see transport vehicles constantly driving out of the factory, sending processed goods to different locations in the North District.
Feng Qi looked curiously at the other side of the slaughtering factory.
Many tents were set up there, and wisps of cooking smoke rose from an iron pot in front of the tents. The strong smell of meat blew in the wind, and many figures in ragged clothes could be seen chatting or playing around nearby.
They may seem destitute, but these people's faces are filled with smiles, and they seem to be extremely satisfied with the life in front of them.
"They are a group of human scavengers recently accepted by the Old City. They are temporarily placed here and are supported by this slaughterhouse. They eat here and wait for death in a meaningless manner." The Lord of Mist introduced at this time.
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After hearing these words, Feng Qi looked at these scavengers carefully.
Then a smile appeared on his face:
"Look how happy they are."
"What's the use of being happy? It's just a waste of time." The Lord of Mist shook his head.
"If they can find happiness in wasting time, they are truly using and enjoying time. Working hard for the rise of the race like you is a waste of time, even if you have no choice."
The Lord of the Mist heard this and was about to retort, but suddenly realized something.
After thinking briefly, he couldn't help but nod:
"You are right, it is a waste of time to rise up for the race, but the ultimate goal is to let the people enjoy the time...Aqi, you see further than me."
"I just said it casually, don't take it seriously. If everyone chooses to enjoy time, there will be no hope for a race. The pioneers who carry forward the burden are the future of a race." Feng Qi grinned, and then looked at it.
To the slaughterhouse:
"Let's go."
The Lord of Mist heard this and nodded immediately.
The two then arrived at the entrance of the slaughterhouse, and after providing their reservation information, they were released.
After discussing with the person in charge and ordering a batch of blood food, the Lord of Mist paid the deposit, and then the two returned to the old school.
Next, the blood food will be sent to the old school by transport vehicle.
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In the next few days, Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist began to wait for Hei Xuan's return.
Regarding the mysterious disappearance of Hei Xuan, the class had been discussing it for a while, but the senior officials of the old school seemed very undecided.
Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist were not surprised by this.
The entire Old City is already operating under the control of the Psychic Tribe. It is not a problem at all to force transfer students into the Old School. As for the disappearance of Hei Xuan, there is no need to explain too much to the senior officials of the Old School.
Just give a reason.
A week passed quickly.
On this day, Hei Xuan's figure appeared again in the old school.
After a brief conversation, they arrived at the Mist Lord's dormitory, and were then transported to the mysterious area again.
When his vision returned to clarity, what appeared in front of Feng Qi was a familiar scene.
The towering golden energy tree in the center of the square, the transparent crystal ground beneath your feet, and the energy transmission equipment squirming like blood vessels in the sky... Not only is the air rich in spiritual energy, but the quality of the spiritual energy is also extremely high. It is definitely a treasured place for cultivation.
The difference was that there was a pool of blood-colored liquid not far in front of the teleportation platform they were on.
At this moment, Hei Xuan smiled and looked at the Lord of Mist:
"Absorbing the blood from this pool is enough to completely restore your strength, and even gain considerable improvement. This is a meeting gift from my psychic clan to you... Chief of the Mist Clan, you are a smart man, make your choice, right?"
At this time, the Lord of the Mist obviously had no intention of hiding his thoughts. After all, if he did not agree at this time, the Psychic Tribe would obviously not be able to negotiate patiently anymore.
He nodded at this time and said:
"Okay, I agree to serve your psychic tribe for a period of time, but there is a prerequisite."
Hearing these words, Hei Xuan frowned slightly, but finally nodded and said:
"Say what you want."
"My brother Feng Qi also wants to join the psychic clan with me."
Hei Xuan heard this and turned to look at Feng Qi who was standing aside, then nodded without hesitation:
"No problem, but our clan will not waste any resources on waste."
Fengqi:@%!&x?
Hearing Hei Xuan's unabashed scolding of himself as a waste, Feng Qi's mentality exploded. He wanted to transform into his blood source form on the spot, press Hei Xuan to the ground, rub him hard, and then punch his head off with a punch.
But he was just thinking about it.
After all, if you take a step back, you will gain more information, but if you take a step further, you will die young.
He understands this.
"My brother is not weak, I think you can try to train him." The Lord of Mist couldn't help but frown at this moment, looked at Hei Xuan and said in a deep voice.
"If it can be proven that he has potential, we will naturally be willing to support his growth." Hei Xuan said with a smile.
The Lord of Mist turned to look at Feng Qi at this moment:
"Aqi, how about it?"
The situation has developed to this point, so Feng Qi naturally couldn't hide it anymore, so he nodded immediately and said:
"Okay, how to prove it."
Hei Xuan looked at Feng Qi with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, then smiled and said:
"I am your target, use your strongest means to attack me."
"You won't blame me if I destroy the buildings here, right?" Feng Qi's eyes changed at this moment.
"Come on." Hei Xuan nodded immediately.
At this time, the Lord of Mist retreated one after another and distanced himself.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Qi decisively activated his blood source talent.
Suddenly, the beating frequency of the heart began to accelerate, like a war drum beating, shocking the soul, and the wild aura belonging to the berserker finally no longer suppressed and came out through the body.
Blood mist enveloped his body, and his figure began to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Hei Xuan's eyes changed when he looked at Feng Qi, and he looked very surprised.
He had already known through Star City's Domain Alliance that Feng Qi could transform into another form, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he realized that this transformation was far stronger than he imagined.
The strong energy and blood force rushed towards his face, as if he had completely changed into a devil's body.
The changes in Fengqi continue.
The granulations intertwined to form muscle fibers as strong as steel. In the blink of an eye, his height was close to five meters.
"boom!"
Dark green flames suddenly ignited in his eyes, and then quickly swept through his body.
The purple lines spread outward from the center of the chest, eventually forming a strange pattern that traveled from the chest to the crest of the back.
The fingers slowly tightened, and the bones intertwined, making a crackling sound.
Terrifying power was brewing in Feng Qi's body, his aura was rising steadily, and fierce flames were sweeping forward.
The expression of Hei Xuan, who was standing not far in front of Feng Qi, changed significantly.
Feng Qi slowly raised his head at this moment, the flames in his eyes suddenly surged, cracks suddenly appeared on the ground under his feet, and his figure appeared in front of Hei Xuan in an instant.
Hei Xuan was caught off guard and grabbed Hei Xuan's neck and pushed him to the ground violently.
boom!
Transparent crystal fragments scattered everywhere, and Hei Xuan's flesh and blood body shattered with this push, revealing a black energy body wrapped in flesh and blood.
"I'll beat you to death, you stinking idiot!"
While roaring in his heart, the veins on Feng Qi's right arm stood out. He grabbed Hei Xuan by the neck, then leaned his body forward and swung his right arm towards the ground.
At this time, the golden mark on Hei Xuan's forehead shone brightly, and an invisible force suddenly hit Feng Qi's right arm. His arm went numb immediately, and then his chest was hit by the invisible force, and his body flew straight back.
Feng Qi's figure rolled in the air and landed steadily.
Hei Xuan also levitated off the ground at this time, and grabbed him with one hand. Suddenly, countless golden runes overflowed from his forehead and formed a string of mysterious symbols in the air. The aura in the air was immediately drawn by the mysterious runes and converged towards Feng Qi.
He wrapped it up to form a golden prison.
Facing imprisonment, Feng Qi punched forward without hesitation.
The surging energy and blood suddenly hit the golden barrier with terrifying power.
boom!
After a loud noise, ripples of wind energy swept around, and a crack suddenly appeared on the golden barrier.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Under the successive heavy punches, the golden barrier was quickly overwhelmed, flickering and erratic, and seemed to collapse at any time.
At this time Hei Xuan took action again.
The golden runes arranged in front of him were shuffled and then reorganized into a new sequence.
The spiritual energy of this side of the world quickly outlined the trajectory of the spell under the pull of the golden runes. As the golden barrier was shattered by Feng Qi, golden chains approached and entangled Feng Qi's limbs, and the other end of the golden chain was submerged.
Disappeared in the void.
Feng Qi was sealed into the character "big" and hung in the air.
The binding force of the iron chain continues to strengthen.
Facing the pressure, the dark green flames in Feng Qi's eyes surged, and his muscles gradually tightened.
If he wants to get the attention of the psychic tribe, he must show decent strength. At this time, he does not intend to hide his strength anymore.
The muscles on his body gradually swelled at this moment, and the purple soul lines shone brightly, reducing the pressure caused by the golden chains. He exerted force to gradually open the golden energy chains wrapped around his body.
With a roar of filial piety, Feng Qi's whole body's strength instantly burst out.
The golden chain was suddenly burst by muscles and shattered into little golden light.
The moment his feet landed on the ground, he leaned forward and jumped towards Hei Xuan like a tiger pouncing on its prey.
At this moment, Hei Xuan waved his hand and the runes in front of him were reorganized again, and then a void passage suddenly appeared on the right side of Feng Qi. A big golden hand stretched out from inside and grabbed him, picked him up and slammed him towards him.
ground.
boom!
The ground shook, and Feng Qi was thrown solidly.
But his strong recovery power only allowed him to come back to his senses briefly.
The flames of the fist burned in his chest, and he suddenly raised his fist to meet the golden fist that hit his head.
At the moment of collision, ripples of spiritual energy visible to the naked eye swept around.
Qi and blood were being consumed at an accelerated rate, so Feng Qi chose to put his body into a state of overload operation.
But just when he was about to go all out, the golden arm that appeared out of thin air suddenly disappeared.
Looking up, he saw Hei Xuan looking at him with a smile:
"I didn't expect you to have such a powerful body of flesh and blood. Is this your true body? Congratulations, you passed my preliminary test and you are qualified to receive a support resource. As expected, those who can be recognized by the Chief of the Mist Clan cannot be weak.
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When Feng Qi heard this, he couldn't help but curiously asked:
“How do my support resources compare to those of old fans?”
"It's incomparable, it's not on the same level at all." Hei Xuan said honestly.
"Why, you didn't test him either?" Feng Qi couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"He doesn't need to be tested. We know him very well. He was once a being that our psychic clan needed to look up to." Heixuan said with a smile and looked at the Lord of the Mist not far away.
Regarding Hei Xuan's compliments, the Lord of Mist had a dull expression and was not used at all.
Feng Qi can understand this.
Loyalty to the psionic race is definitely not an honorable thing for the Lord of the Mists.
The Psychic Tribe was once just an affiliated force exploited by the Mist Tribe. Even ordinary members of the Mist Tribe looked down upon them, let alone the leader of the Mist Tribe.
It feels like a former pet suddenly becomes a guest.
When he met again one day after disappearing for a long time, he stopped his owner and told him that he was very awesome now. He hoped that the owner would not be ignorant and be an obedient pet. As long as he was obedient, he would have enough food and food.
Therefore, hearing the praise from the psionic tribe, the Mist Lord would only feel humiliated in his heart.
After so many years of contact, he has already figured out the thoughts of old fans.
But even if he feels humiliated in his heart, he will not give up his life for the sake of dignity.
After all, living has infinite possibilities, and there is still a possibility of a comeback. Death is the most humble way to end.
The Lord of Mist looked at Hei Xuan at this moment:
"Now that I have agreed, it's time to tell us what exactly we want to do, right?"
Hei Xuan shook his head at this moment:
"Don't worry, let's sign the contract first."
With that said, Hei Xuanmai walked towards the platform in the distance.
Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist saw this and immediately followed.
When the ancient contract scroll appeared, the bloody words on it were erased by Hei Xuan with a wave of his hand, turning into a blank and ancient scroll. Then a golden light flew out from Hei Xuan's forehead and began to quickly outline the words on the scroll.
More than ten seconds later, the scroll was filled with mysterious words again.
At this moment, Hei Xuan turned to look at the Lord of Mist:
"Write your name in the lower right corner with your blood."
The Lord of the Mist frowned slightly at this moment, because he couldn't understand what the mysterious words on the ancient scroll meant.
Under the information asymmetry, he could not judge whether the contents on the scroll contained potential dangers or traps.
As if he had read the thoughts in the Lord of Mist's mind, Heixuan waved his hand and stretched out a translucent golden tentacle from his forehead, stabbing Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist's foreheads.
Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist saw this and did not choose to dodge.
In fact, their lives are now under the control of the psychic tribe.
If Hei Xuan really wanted to kill them, they wouldn't even have the possibility to escape.
When the golden tentacle came into contact with the forehead, the tip slowly sank into it.
At this time, Feng Qi did not feel any physical discomfort, but felt a coolness on his forehead, and something seemed to slowly flow into his mind.
Gradually, a golden mark appeared on their foreheads.
Imprinted on the ancient scroll, the originally unreadable text suddenly became understandable.
At this time Hei Xuan's voice came into his ears:
"The knowledge about words has been instilled and now helps you to establish a deep connection with the consciousness bank of the Holy Spirit. Do not resist in any way and remain relaxed throughout the process."
After hearing Hei Xuan's explanation, Feng Qi immediately closed his eyes and relaxed his mind.
After an unknown amount of time, stars appeared in front of his eyes.
It was like traveling between the stars, with countless stars passing by, and he kept flying into the distance.
After a long time, a magnificent stone monument covered with rust appeared in his sight.
I saw a line of words printed on the stone tablet:
[I can spend the rest of my life in misery, but my people can’t!]
