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Chapter Thirteen Filial Piety

Woof! Woof!

The puppy with hair that gradually turns black and gray kept spinning around a half-year-old child, while the child stretched out his legs and occasionally stumbled over the puppy that wanted to rub against him.

"Go, stay here and don't disturb me from doing my business. This will affect your future!"

Feng Qing'an, who had just come out of the chicken coop, was holding a little hen that was flapping and clucking. Every time he took a step, he looked around as if he were a thief.

Today was a great day when his parents were not at home, but he had to wait for this opportunity for several days.

It's not that he did anything bad. He has been extremely well-behaved since his eldest brother left for more than a month, otherwise his parents would not feel comfortable leaving him at home alone.

Feng Qing'an also mainly wanted to try the "Spirit Drawing and Blood Refining Technique". He originally planned to wait until he had condensed the first soul bond and accumulated enough soul power before trying this secret technique.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. For more than a month, he practiced diligently, night after night. Although there was still a long way to go before condensing the soul bond, he felt that his soul power accumulation was quite good.

According to Feng Qing'an's own estimation, it is enough for him to perform the "Spirit Drawing and Blood Refining Technique" once, and it is even more than enough. This makes him unable to endure it. He has not found other uses for his soul power until now.

This is what makes Feng Qingan rather depressed. Although he has not been practicing for a long time, he has accumulated so much soul power, but it has not made any special changes in him.

His appetite has not increased significantly, he has not grown taller, and his endurance, speed, and other qualities have not changed from before. Apart from sleeping more peacefully and becoming more energetic, there are no obvious changes. Therefore, Feng Qingan currently only has

I chose "The Art of Leading Spirits and Refining Blood".

As for the little hen he was holding in his hand, it was because there were certain risks in the "Spirit Drawing and Blood Refining Technique". If it was used rashly, it might cause some harm to the pet.

Therefore, Feng Qing'an needs to find some living animals for practice in advance to achieve proficiency so that he can use it on his puppies.

"Inducing spirits and refining blood!"

Feng Qing'an firmly grasped the hen's wings with both hands, ignoring the crow of the chicken. After calming down, he began to practice the method of attracting spirits dozens of times.

Using the cultivated soul power to draw the ubiquitous spiritual energy, Feng Qing'an is already very familiar with this step, but he can't draw it much. The most important thing is the next step, blood refining!

Draw spiritual energy to living things other than himself to achieve the effect of tempering his body, warming his bones and blood, and allowing him to be reborn.

Feng Qing'an narrowed his eyes slightly and entered a state similar to that of cultivation. Suddenly, his eyes "saw" the ubiquitous "light" floating between heaven and earth.

He disturbed the "light" around him with his soul power, pulled it, carefully manipulated it, and successfully introduced two or three points of light into the little hen he caught. The process was very smooth, and the spiritual energy was smoothly integrated.

"Success!?"

Feng Qingan's eyes widened with some joy, and he exited that special state. The next moment, he felt a struggling force several times stronger than before coming from under his hands. The little hen was going crazy.

She flapped her wings and almost escaped from his grasp.

The next moment, Feng Qing'an, who had a look of joy on his face, was a little surprised, because he saw that the not-so-big body of the little hen in his hand quickly began to expand rapidly and bulged into a ball.

"It's going to explode!"

When his eyes saw this sudden change, Feng Qing'an didn't even think about it. He threw the hen out with a shake of his hand. However, before the chicken even hit the ground, it exploded in mid-air.

boom!

Red, black, and crimson splashed in the air, like raindrops. At that moment, Feng Qing'an subconsciously closed her eyes. Feng Qing'an, who was squatting down, felt the warm viscous liquid splashing on her face and hair.

When he opened his eyes again and looked at the mess in front of him, he was stunned. Even though he had knowledge far beyond his appearance, this knowledge did not include a chicken that expanded to the size of a basketball and then...

Exploded violently.

"Is this what the description says there is a certain risk?"

Feng Qingan wiped away the blood on his face, looked at the mess in front of him, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Not far away, the poultry in the duck roll chicken coop stared blankly at this scene. It was not until Feng Qingan's voice sounded that the poultry screamed crazily, flapped their wings and bumped around, obviously frightened.

Already.

Ouch!

Not only these poultry, but even the two big white geese wandering leisurely in the yard, and the little black geese that kept circling around Feng Qingan's feet, were so frightened that they screamed, hid in the corner with their tails between their legs.

went.

The noise caused by these little guys also woke up Feng Qing'an. Now is not the time for him to meditate. It is business to clean up the yard quickly, otherwise he will not be able to explain it when his parents come back.

"Little chicken, little chicken, don't blame me. You are a dish in the world. Go early this year and come early next year!"

Feng Qing'an muttered the chicken-killing curse he had learned, and took the earthen basin and began to sort away bit by bit the broken pieces of meat and bones scattered in the yard, with feathers still attached to them.

Although it was disgusting, who would have thought it was his own fault. Moreover, by cleaning up the scene of the murder, Feng Qing'an had a deeper understanding of how terrifying this secret technique, which belongs exclusively to beast control masters, was.

This secret method is probably not only used to strengthen the body of the pet and increase its chance of transformation. If not used properly, it can also become an extremely terrifying method of killing.

After all, the soul power he possesses now has not even stepped into the threshold of a beast master. Feng Qing'an knows that the little spiritual power he draws is really nothing, but it is such a small amount of spiritual power that can be forcibly integrated into the poultry.

Such terrible changes would occur in the body.

"I'm not going to be a bloody butcher. I'm going to practice secret techniques backwards. I need to study the proper uses first."

Feng Qingan stopped the many dangerous thoughts that burst out and began to sum up experiences and lessons.

"After the spiritual energy is integrated, it should need guidance. I will help refine it. If this chicken can retain the spiritual energy on its own and use it for its own use, it will not be kept in a cage."

Various conjectures emerged in his mind. A failure was nothing. Although the result of this failure was tragic beyond his imagination, Feng Qingan looked at the duck pen and chicken coop with fiery eyes.

"I still have many opportunities to try and make mistakes and verify my guesses. Don't rush, just take your time!"

"Well, let's use this chicken offal to make soup. We can't waste it. When my parents come back, give them a surprise. They will probably praise me for my filial piety, right?"

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