Chapter 29 Green Wolf Spirit

"Interesting, but I don't believe you."

Zhang Yang lay on the ground, looking up at the bright starry sky. Although he was extremely tired, he couldn't hide the smile on his face. He really succeeded.

And there was more than one surprise. In addition to being able to verify his previous hypothesis, he also learned about the concept of mana for the first time. Well, it finally felt like a cultivator.

But the price of purification through the golden balance is too expensive. 0.1 unit of low-level demonic power actually costs 1,000 energy points. I hate unscrupulous merchants.

He would not hope for magic power for the time being. The most important thing right now was to draw battle patterns and talismans.

Carefully wrapping the tiny strand of extremely dishonest demonic power with the soul thread, Zhang Yang put aside all distractions and took the time to recover. He had to say that every time at this time, he would be grateful for the benefits of the Wood Demon Tower. That deer demon was really blind.

Just two hours later, Zhang Yang had recovered all his soul power, but he did not rush to try to draw. Instead, he released the soul force field again and examined this small wisp of demonic power again. Or to be more precise, he wanted to use the soul thread to analyze the more subtle levels within the demonic power.

This is a link that cannot be avoided no matter what.

How can you defeat your opponent if you don’t understand it?

Thanks to his energetic state at the moment, Zhang Yang became ruthless. In the soul force field, the threads were as sharp as knives and as dense as clouds. They began to cut and analyze the demonic power that was like rolling meat.

This time, something very interesting happened. At a certain moment, Zhang Yang felt as if he had turned into a green wolf, running and hunting in the forest like the wind. The unbridled wildness almost made him lose his way.

Although Zhang Yang regained control in an instant, he was still extremely shocked. He vaguely felt that he seemed to have broken into a restricted area.

The demon blood of the blue wolf contains demon power, and the demon power actually contains the soul of the blue wolf? Or maybe it is not a soul, but it is obviously more pure. If we look at it from a human perspective, that thing is more like a kind of spirit, essence, such as the character of a scholar, the heroism of a warrior, the unrulyness of a wanderer, and the leisurelyness of a hermit.

Zhang Yang admits that everyone has a soul, but he also admits that souls can be high or low.

Then, by analogy, the blue wolf soul that was almost lost in the unbridled wildness just now should be the noblest and most metaphysical part of their wolf clan.

Zhang Yang savored it carefully, as if he was savoring a classic ancient poem, a beautiful essay, or a painting handed down from generation to generation.

It might be a bit cheap to use the soul of a blue wolf to describe these things, but he had to admit that the unbridled wildness at that moment really touched him.

At this moment, he even somewhat forgot his original purpose. He just savored and listened quietly in this quiet night, as if he had transformed into a blue wolf, running freely under the starlight.

The wind blew through my hair.

The night darkens my eyes.

The blood gushing from the prey's neck burned my lonely and proud life.

No one knew when the soul force field ended, and the demonic power also disappeared, but Zhang Yang didn't want to pay attention to it, and didn't want to think about anything. He just regarded the quiet night as the grave of the unbridled wildness and silently remembered it.

When the sky was getting light and the night was gone, Zhang Yang left the Wood Demon Tower thoughtfully. He stood on the edge of the hill and looked at the primeval forest that was still shrouded in darkness. For a moment, he really wanted to howl like a blue wolf, but in the end he just smiled silently.

No one knew how much he had gained last night. It was not only about purifying the demonic power, nor was it only about obtaining a Green Wolf Spirit. The most important thing was that he finally knew what was more precious than an interesting soul.

That's right, it's the spirit! Everyone has a soul, which includes everyone's memories, joys, sorrows, anger, and all kinds of personality changes, but most of them are impurities, useless impurities. Only the real shining points are the spirit, but these shining points do not necessarily refer to justice and kindness, but a kind of enduring, very firm, and persistent belief.

They are like the stars in the night sky; even if their bodies decay and their souls perish, their spirits are still there and will never fade away!

Just like this blue wolf, even though its soul is filled with nothing but hunting, there is still a flash of wildness that turns into its essence.

This thing is very valuable.

Zhang Yang felt that if he continued to study it in depth, he might be able to proudly shout to this world, "I came from the human world, can I achieve immortality?" In addition to the above, there is another interesting point.

That is, Zhang Yang obtained a blue wolf wild essence, but the village construction order did not have any information mapping, which was interesting.

As for what the green wolf essence is used for, it is very simple. In the future, when Zhang Yang refines the green wolf's demon blood and purifies the demon power, he will save 90% of his effort. Dare to say that this is not a treasure? In comparison, the 0.01 unit of mana purified by the demon power is really not worth mentioning, although such a small amount of mana makes him feel that he is one step closer to becoming a great cultivator.

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"Village Chief, you are awake."

Wu Yuan was walking towards him from a distance, with a somewhat depressed look on his face. It seemed that he had run into some trouble.

"What's wrong? Is there some problem with the production of eagle feather armor-piercing arrows?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile. He was in a very good mood after spending a night solving the problem of purifying the demonic power.

"Yes, village chief, we are stupid. We cut the arrow shafts yesterday and prepared eagle feathers and various arrowheads. But when we tried to glue and bind them, we found it difficult to achieve a qualified result. If it is a strong bow with at least 300 strength after strengthening, such inferior feather arrows will only make the archer kill himself."

Wu Yuan said with great entanglement, what he meant was that the technical reserves were not in place, the materials were not produced properly, and a forced melon would not be sweet, sir.

Zhang Yang understood immediately that the reason why he gave that order yesterday was that he wanted to strengthen these feather arrows together when the demon soul was strengthened. Now it seems that even if Wu Yuan, Qin Yidao, and Zhao Tiezhu, a few other cobblers, were gathered together, they would be really powerless.

Fortunately, he already had a perfect solution for this matter, that is, magic power! With magic power, everything is no longer a problem.

"Don't worry about it. I will find a way to solve it. Let Qin Yidao and the others rest quickly. In an hour, I will strengthen their demon souls."

(End of this chapter)