Beast Taming· Section 29
My natal spirit?
The moment the Yin-Yang Pisces appeared, Shi Yan had this feeling. Kind and familiar, just like his own child, flesh that fell from his body, with a trace of blood connection!
Shi Yan couldn't believe it. After all, he calculated that even if his cultivation was restored, he was only at the seventh level of Huamai. How could he cultivate his own Yuanling at the seventh level of Huamai? Even so, the connection between the two black and white brocade fish and himself was exactly the same as what was recorded in the book. The yin and yang fish swam happily around Shi Yan, as if there was a water source around him, and they spit bubbles from time to time, which was very cute.
Canglan was also extremely amazed. It was the first time for him to see someone cultivate his natal spirit without building a foundation.
He guessed that this pair of natal spirits were not cultivated by the realm of cultivation, but were naturally generated due to the bipolar force in the body and the operation of his practiced mind method. In other words, in addition to this pair of natal spirits generated outside, he would probably cultivate another natal spirit after building the foundation! In this way, Shi Yan would also become an existence with two natal spirits at the same time! One was formed by unnatural phenomena, and the other was naturally cultivated by building the foundation!
Although this is just a guess, Cang Lan thinks this situation is very likely to happen! If a dual-spirit is really cultivated, how shocking it will be! He suddenly became full of expectations for Shi Yan's future.
Moreover, he was inexplicably forced to sign a compulsory contract with him, which could not be terminated unless Shi Yan died. Moreover, the compulsory contract was only a legendary contract, and no one had confirmed whether the contract could be resolved by the death of the contract master, so Cang Lan could only accept his fate. Once the mentality changed, the view of future things also changed. Originally, Shi Yan was cultivated just to save Liusu, let him grow up, and use the cold fire to save Liusu. But now he sincerely hopes that he will grow up. After all, the two of them are in a contractual relationship. The higher Shi Yan's cultivation, the more benefits he will receive. This is relative!
Besides, it is not shameful to have a contract master with unlimited future.
Because the ancestor gave Cang Lan a threatening look before he left, Cang Lan did not tell Shi Yan about the ancestor, but only told him about the Yin-Yang bipolar power. As a result, he became more and more curious about this strange and mysterious little insect, and more and more respectful.
After hearing Canglan's words, Shi Yan was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't expect that he had just gone around the ghost gate. He felt lucky when he thought about it!
He checked his own cultivation level and found that he was at the seventh level of Transformation Meridians. He had recovered to the peak level of his eight-year-old cultivation level, and the remaining meridians had been opened. He believed that in a short time, he would be able to push open the door of cultivation that had been closed for a long time, step into the foundation-building stage, and truly embark on the path to becoming an immortal!
At the Linglong Huajian gathering place, a man, accompanied by a group of people, came to the huge battle directory to look for his own name and the name of his opponent.
"Wei Qiuqing...Wei Qiuqing, ha, found it!" A man clapped his hands and shouted; "Brother Wei, found it, your opponent is...Shi Yan!"
Wei Qiuqing muttered to himself a few times, and found that he really had no impression of this person in his memory. He asked in a deep voice: "Which family is this reclusive young master? Originally, I thought that apart from us, no other young masters from other sects would come to participate, but now it seems that there are many people who have the same idea as me!"
"Brother Wei is absolutely right. After all, Hua Ruo, the head of Huajian Sect, is as beautiful as a flower, like a fairy from heaven. She is known as the most beautiful woman in Zimuliuhua Territory. Who wouldn't want to stay by her side and look at her beautiful face all day long?"
"Who knows, one day, I might be able to win her heart!" one person said, with a smile that only men could understand.
The people around laughed and pointed at that person, "You, you!"
"But Brother Chen is right. Even if I can't win the heart of Sect Leader Hua, maybe I can still spend time with Fairy Mo and fall in love with her."
Wei Qiuqing laughed and scolded: "You guys, do you think everyone is the same as you?"
Although he said so, everyone smiled knowingly.
One of them cupped his hands and said, "Brother Wei, even though we are rivals, please don't hurt our feelings!"
"Brother Bu is right!" Wei Qiuqing also cupped his hands and said politely: "Well, you guys should tell me which family Yan is from now on!"
"Brother Wei, wait a minute. Let me ask around for you first."
A quarter of an hour later, the man came back and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Brother Wei, you are so lucky!"
Wei Qiuqing was stunned and said, "What do you mean?"
"At this time, Yan is not a young master from any sect or school. He is just a small flower picker from the outer sect, and his cultivation level is only the third level of Huamai. Shouldn't we congratulate him in advance?"
Some of the people present were participating practitioners, and after hearing his words, everyone's face was filled with envy. Without a doubt, among all the people, Wei Qiuqing drew the best lot.
He is at the third level of Huamai. It is rare to see such a fool who goes into battle and seeks death.
Looking at the one hundred people on the battle list, he is probably the only one.
Wei Qiuqing was slightly stunned at first, then he was proud in his heart, but he said: "I don't think so. Being able to fight openly is our goal, isn't it? If I win, it's just opportunistic and meaningless."
"Brother Wei is right, but luck is also a kind of strength. Although this kind of little trick can determine the winner in just a few moves, it is at least one step closer to the goal!" One of them laughed.
Wei Qiuqing laughed loudly, feeling very proud. What’s the difference between this and winning without fighting?
I am at the second level of Foundation Establishment, and it’s like a piece of cake for me to face off against someone at the third level of Meridian Transformation.
He looked at the battle list and found that he knew many of the people there. There were more than 30 people with Huamai. Shi Yan was really unlucky to meet him in the first match.
He smiled and thought to himself, "No matter who I met, the ending would be almost the same, but I had to meet you! What a pity, you are going to use me as a tool to intimidate others!"
That night, Shi Yan, who was tired after a day of work, had already fallen into a deep sleep, but he didn't know that before the war even started, someone had already planned to use him.
It was already late, but the Glazed Flower Stream was still bustling.
There are crowds of people and gamblers in front of all the major betting sites.
In front of a trading table, a strange man in white was watching.
Wei Qiuqing faced Shi Yan!
There are many ways to bet on this handicap. Some bet that Shi Yan will not last more than three moves, some bet that he will beg for mercy. There are so many ways to bet that nothing is impossible.
After hesitating for a while, the man finally took action.
"Dealer, come, let me place my bet." Canglan smiled and handed over the crystal.
"Okay, how much do you want to bet and how do you want to bet? Here are the odds of each move..."
"If we bet on Shi Yan, we'll win." Cang Lan handed over a bag of spirit stones and said with a smile.
The dealer smiled and said, "My dear brother, although you can get a hundred times the odds if you bet on Shi Yan to win, the risk is quite high. Do you want to reconsider it, or try to bet on a defeat within five moves?"
Canglan shook his head slightly, "No need, just do as I say." After that, he turned and left.
The dealer looked depressed. It was the first time he saw someone throwing spirit stones into a losing game. He muttered "prodigal son" to himself and then opened the bag.
A pile of dazzling spirit stones dazzled his eyes. With his years of experience, he could tell the quality and quantity of the spirit stones at a glance.
"Sixty third-grade spirit stones and eighty-eight second-grade spirit stones!" A big deal!
He looked at the man's departing back and said, "People these days are really crazy!"