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[Illusion Beast Master ? Side Quest: Being Skilled Is Not An Insult] [Requirement: Utilize “Sending God Skill” correctly once.]

[Reward: “Spiritual Soul Condensing Skill”]

A new cultivation method?”

Upon seeing the newly released quest during the calm of the night, Feng

Qing’an who had already completed his cultivation exercise and was about to get some sleep suddenly perked up. Just by looking at the name he knew that this would be much more powerful than the “Spiritual Soul Condensing Skill” he was currently practicing.

“Sending God Skill!”

Feng Qing’an started to contemplate it silently. After his body transformed, he was able to cultivate at an exceedingly swift pace—so much so that it could be described as covering ground swiftly enough to inspire awe. Thus, he had become engrossed in his cultivation and temporarily ignored the newly obtained “Sending God Skill”.

There were two reasons for this. First, he had truly experienced the difficulty of cultivating the Guardian Beast Master’s secret techniques, and he didn’t want to squander even more time. Secondly, after a quick glance at this secret technique, it simply didn’t appeal to him.

The “Sending God Skill,” as the name suggests, seemed rather mediocre to Feng Qing’an. Its function was to allow his consciousness to be transferred to his pet beast via the Soul Contract.

In simple terms, he would be able to view the world through the eyes of his beast pet. Other than that, it didn’t offer any other notable features. So how could it possibly pique the interest of Feng Qing’an and motivate him to spend time practicing it?

He’d rather spend his time experiencing the perspectives of Black Mountain than indulge in redundant activities. Instead of doing that, he should be cultivating.

But things were different now. Once he completed using the “Sending God Skill” successfully for the first time, he would be able to learn a superior cultivation technique. With this method, he would likely be able to advance to the rank of Earth Beast General earlier.

“Let me take a look!”

Feng Qing’an was no longer in a hurry to sleep. He considered this esoteric technique seriously. After studying it in detail, he found that the threshold for practicing this secret technique wasn’t very high. The most important part was the degree of intimacy with his beast pet.

As long as the beast pet was not resistant and cooperated actively, he could easily transfer his consciousness onto the pet, allowing him to see the world through the pet’s eyes.

“Black Mountain, come here!”

Although staying awake during the late hours wasn’t a good habit, Feng Qing’an was exceptionally alert. Due to his cultivation practices, he didn’t require much sleep.

Blackmountain, who had been starving for a few days, immediately responded to Feng Qing’an’s summons. He quickly entered Feng Qing’an’s room and wiggled his tail at him. It was clear what he was indicating—he hoped he would be allowed to go out and hunt so that he could have a good meal.

“What’s the rush? Just wait a little longer.”

Feng Qing’an was calming down the dog who had already turned into a demon. The Yin family didn’t neglect to feed Black Mountain, but his appetite was simply beyond ordinary understanding. If they allowed him to eat their chickens and ducks, they were afraid that Black Mountain would clean them out in just two or three meals which would make his mother, Yin Shi go mad.

“Come over here and accompany me in some practice. I’ve heard that dogs can see things that people can’t. I want to see if the world you see is different from mine.”

Feng Qing’an was stroking Black Mountain’s soft and smooth fur. He couldn’t help but admit, it felt incredibly good.

“Don’t resist and don’t reject me.”

Before the trial, Feng Qing’an repeated the warning. According to the esoteric information etched in his mind, Feng Qing’an knew that the key to the secret technique was whether the beast pet could cooperate with the Guardian Beast Master.

Feng Qing’an had high hopes for this. However, when he first implemented the secret technique, the process went so smoothly that he realized he had underestimated Black Mountain’s trust and dependence on him.

The process of his consciousness entering the pet went incredibly smoothly. It didn’t feel like his first attempt; instead, it felt like they had practiced together hundreds of times. When Feng Qing’an realized that he had successfully used the secret technique, he was bewildered.

But the lowered viewpoint and the handsome young boy sitting at the center of his room who was none other than himself confirmed that he had successfully used the “Sending God Skill”—and it was successful on the first try.

However, a moment later, Feng Qing’an was captivated by the magnificent and mysterious world seen through Black Mountain’s eyes.

Light was everywhere. A dazzling yet not blinding golden light was streaming around every corner of his room.

“What is this?”

At that moment, Feng Qing’an realized that the “Sending God Skill” was not a mediocre secret technique. However, he was more curious as to what this brilliant flowing light that was ubiquitous around was.

It seemed that it had no effect on him. Even when the streams of light swirled around him and passed through his body, he did not feel any discomfort or peculiar change.

Soon enough, Feng Qing’an discovered the source of the light—it was coming from the books placed on the shelf in his room.

All the streams of light were flowing from these books, filling his room, and streaming outside, but he had no idea how far they extended.

“The holy classics my older brother wrote!”

These were products of his elder brother borrowing books from his friends and teachers. After reading them once, he would memorize them, return home, and write them down from memory.

Most of these books were written by his older brother, stroke by stroke, right in front of his eyes.

His brother’s penmanship was as vigorous as a dragon, bold and full of power. Watching him write was an experience in itself—it was smooth as flowing water, which was a delight to observe.

The holy words were written on low-grade yellow paper with poor-quality ink and brushes, chock-full of wood shavings, but then they were bound together to form a book.

In Feng Qing’an’s eyes, these were priceless works of calligraphy. So, after his brother took the Imperial examination, and their house was renovated, he moved all these books into his own room and put them on the shelf. Unfortunately, they became mere decorations.

However, at the moment, Feng Qing’an, who was observing everything through Black Mountain’s eyes, realized the extraordinary nature of these books.

The poor-quality yellow paper and cheap ink used to produce these books were not special. Feng Qing’an had helped his brother purchase these items extensively back in their early days. The truly incredible aspect of these books was probably the person who had written them.

“Could it be Haoran’s Righteous Qi?!”

Feng Qing’an guessed. It was said that Confucian scholars could cultivate a Righteous Qi after a decade of intensive study.

However, he had only heard about it and never seen it, so he wasn’t sure if that’s what he was seeing now. But considering the current signs, it seemed to be the case. It couldn’t possibly be that his brother’s books had somehow all become enchanted.

“Then how come you’re unaffected?”

Feng Qing’an brought back the descriptions of Haoran’s Righteous Qi he had heard about and stared at Black Mountain through his physical eyes.

“The so-called evil spirits stay away, and devils retreat.. How is it that you’re just fine?”