"After a year, this is all I can achieve. I wonder what my master would be able to achieve if he were to train me."
The white dragon, carrying a sword, circled around to Feng Bingwen. Feng Bingwen sized up this majestic yet strangely peculiar white dragon and muttered something to himself.
This is a product he created himself after understanding the concept of Dharma Form, incorporating almost all the extraordinary power he possesses, transforming it into its current form.
Of course, the so-called Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Demon-Slaying Dharma Form was just something he used to amuse himself; he wouldn't actually shout it out.
Because what he's currently practicing is truly a patchwork creation, not a true Dharma Form. Even if the standards for condensing a Dharma Form were lowered, it's still not something a "mortal" like him, who hasn't even opened his immortal meridians, can practice.
However, on the other hand, Feng Bingwen felt that what he had cultivated did not meet the standard of a Dharma Aspect. But this so-called Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Demon-Slaying Aspect did indeed possess considerable combat power.
bite!
Feng Bingwen stretched out his finger and gently flicked the sharp sword held in the white dragon's mouth, producing a clear and melodious sword hum.
The silver sword held in the white dragon's mouth seemed to be a real, existing spiritual sword, rather than a bubble illusion conjured by special magic.
Not only the sword, but even the white dragon holding the sword is a tangible entity that feels warm to the touch, rather than an empty illusion with only majesty. The amber gemstone inlaid on its forehead emits a Buddhist light that also has the power to suppress evil spirits.
"Its fighting ability is indeed impressive, but I still haven't been able to unleash its true power."
Looking at the white dragon image before him, Feng Bingwen showed no arrogance.
There's really nothing to be proud of; he simply combined several spiritual objects, Buddhist seals, and sword intents that already possessed immense power.
The only redeeming quality is that he was able to put these things together and make them work. But that's about it.
"The path is long and arduous!"
The child, sitting and lying on the soft and comfortable mink fur, sighed. The white dragon with the sword in its mouth before him instantly dissipated, turning into countless strands of spiritual light that merged into his body.
A single thought can bring things together or disperse them into form.
Meow!
Just then, a soft, weak meow sounded from outside the window. Feng Bingwen looked in the direction of the sound and immediately saw a lithe tabby cat leap into the room through the window and gracefully walk towards his bed.
"Little Cuihua, you have a pretty keen sense of perception!"
Upon seeing the beautiful calico female cat, Feng Bingwen smiled and scooped her up as she jumped onto the bed, pulling her into his arms and giving her a good pat on the back. He thoroughly enjoyed petting her, but the cat's eyes revealed a helpless expression, showing a remarkable human-like quality.
"You little female cat, you eat my food and sleep in my bed, what's wrong with me petting you a couple of times?"
Feng Bingwen immediately noticed the emotions in the mother cat's eyes. He smiled and rubbed her hard a couple more times. He even lowered his head, buried his face in her body, and sucked on her twice.
A faint, refreshing fragrance immediately filled his lungs, and Feng Bingwen felt a sense of comfort. This was an effect that even the most precious Dragon's Breath incense in his room could not achieve.
Well, this is a little secret that Feng Bingwen discovered not long after he adopted this little female cat. She exudes a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance that can only be smelled when you get close. This fragrance has a miraculous effect.
It can relieve fatigue and quickly calm the mind, and has remarkable effects on meditation.
"Meow!"
The female cat, named Cuihua, let out a meow that was hard to understand. Then she snuggled up in Feng Bingwen's arms, found a spot, and curled up into a ball.
Feng Bingwen was not surprised to see this. Even an ordinary cat would sleep in a place with good feng shui.
Simply put, cats, being such clever creatures, will always choose the most comfortable place to sleep.
For a spirit cat that has been injured and has an extraordinary origin, the most comfortable place to sleep within a radius of ten miles or even a hundred miles is probably its own chest.
This is not Feng Bingwen boasting. Ever since he cultivated several supernatural abilities of observing Qi, Feng Bingwen discovered that, because of the dragon pearl in his body, with each breath, the dragon pearl's energy would draw in a surge of immense primordial energy around him, making him a small, mobile spiritual vein.
Of course, this might be an exaggeration, because this effect was created because the Dragon Balls gradually became more and more compatible with him, rather than something that happened overnight.
For Feng Bingwen himself, it was not a bad thing, because his body was slowly tempered in the process of the dragon pearl absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Even if he did not cultivate, his body would strengthen at a slow but steady pace, and even improve his aptitude to a certain extent.
The side effect is that the concentration of spiritual energy in the places he frequents is slightly higher than in other places, making it easier to attract special things.
However, although there is no black cat to guard the house, there is a calico female cat that fell from the sky. At present, the Feng family mansion is quite clean and bright, with no filth or evil places.
"You've been pregnant for over a year now, when are you going to give birth?"
Feng Bingwen lay on the bed, holding the mother cat in his arms. This little female cat was quite picky; she wouldn't touch the spiritual energy drawn by the Dragon Pearl at all. She would only swallow the spiritual energy that surged out of the Dragon Pearl and that his body couldn't hold.
"Meow!"
The little female cat let out a meow, seemingly to remind Feng Bingwen.
"Alright, I won't ask anymore."
Feng Bingwen knew that he had asked the same question too many times, but he just couldn't hold it in. After all, a pregnancy of more than a year was too long for a cat, but for celestial beasts, it seemed that the longer the pregnancy, the better.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep."
Although it is called sleeping, Feng Bingwen's sleep is different from that of ordinary people. Now his breathing follows a special rhythm, and with each breath, vital energy is transformed into his limbs and bones, actively tempering his body.
This was also something Feng Bingwen had discovered while reading the Daoist canon over the past year. He now knew of over a hundred different breathing techniques, and after reading so many, he was naturally able to summarize a set that he could use on himself.
The night passed silently, and as yin and yang alternated, Feng Bingwen opened his eyes, his eyes sparkling with spiritual light. But this time, as soon as he opened his eyes, Feng Bingwen noticed something was amiss.
The heaviness in his chest was gone; the calico cat had actually slipped away before he woke up.
Just as Feng Bingwen was wondering what was going on, he saw the mother cat jump into the house through the window with a little, babbling figure in her mouth.
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