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Hail and snow fills the boundless expanse, the clouds shrouding the sky.

The young boy gazes at the snowflakes falling outside the window, as if fairies were scattering flowers. He could not help but sigh at the sight. Underneath the gloomy sky, even amid the howling cold winds, he could still hear the laughter of women from the neighboring courtyard. Moments later though, their giggles turned into suppressed breaths.

“Why can’t they stay quiet during the bitter cold of winter!”

Hearing the commotion from next door, the boy muttered angrily to himself. Who can blame him though? His senses have become sharper, distinguishing sources of noise even when approaching from different sides.

Noises that would be lost in the wind to most people were still captured perfectly by his heightened senses. Using only the sounds, he could conjure up the scene playing out in his mind.

As New Year’s approached, the snowfall made the Longyin Academy a bit more desolate. Despite this, many people chose to make the academy their home, with no plans of going elsewhere.

Take Feng Qing’an’s neighbor, for example, a person of noble birth whom Feng overheard was born out of wedlock, which is not given much importance in his household.

For that reason, he preferred staying in the academy with his maids, studying the principles of yin and yang as opposed to going home and being looked down upon. There were quite a few others like him in the academy.

The academy, in turn, turned a blind eye to these noble scions who showered them with generous gifts. As long as their actions weren’t too outrageous, the academy turned a blind eye to their indulgences.

The section where Feng Qing’an resides was prepared for such noble scions, so the faint sounds of indulgence were not surprising. Of course, under normal circumstances, one wouldn’t be able to hear a thing.

“Next door, they’re in warm pavilions, with fine wine and beautiful maids, but in my embrace, I’ve got you, you big lump!”

The young man lowered his head to the giant dog nestled in his arms, its fur was thick and shiny black. When he vented his frustrations, the dog would lift its head and stare back at him with innocent blue eyes.

“Tell me, how many times have we failed so far?”

Feng Qing’an discontentedly ruffled the dog’s head — Black Mountain. After Feng’s successful formation of a bond with the Dragon Father Giant, he wished to replicate the experience with Black Mountain.

With the giant size of the Dragon Father, every attempt to hold the “Soul Fusion Skill” with it resulted in great Soul Power exhaustion for Feng, leaving him too weak to hold on.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, facing the outside world with the help of another seemed a better option. Consequently, Feng Qing’an naturally turned to Black Mountain, the obvious choice after the Dragon Father Giant.

Feng Qing’an initially thought that with the precedent of successfully aligning with the Dragon Father Giant, the fusion with Black Mountain would also go smoothly. Yet, reality reminded Feng that destinies were unpredictable.

Even when Black Mountain willingly cooperated with Feng, the beast’s very bloodline fought against him.

As a result, after tens of attempts with Black Mountain, none had been successful, leading Feng Qing’an to cling to the beast in the midst of winter.

If Black Mountain was such a challenge, imagine other entities, as Black Mountain was already close to him. Other than Black Mountain, even Dong Huang didn’t have the same level of trust in him.

Despite multiple failed attempts, Feng Qing’an started grasping the roots of his failures, also understanding why the first attempt turned out successful.

The spiritual essence in the Dragon Father Giant was gifted bit by bit by Feng’s Soul Power, therefore, it was incapable of rejecting Feng’s rule.

On the contrary, Black Mountain had the bloodline of the Ghost Wolf, although Black Mountain was greatly enhanced under Feng Qing’an’s cultivation, along with its Ghost Wolf bloodline.

To apply the “Soul Fusion Skill” with Black Mountain, Feng Qing’an needed to tame its Ghost Wolf bloodline, making it submit to him.

At this point, the previously overlooked, and underestimated “Manipulating God Skill” comes back into Feng Qing’an’s view. He now understands the importance of this divine technique.

Manipulating God!

Not just merely controlling the body of the Guardian Beast, but also the hidden bloodline, along with the subconscious instincts which usually go unnoticed.

Once he understood the root of the failures and was able to replicate his first success, the transformation became innate. However, this time the integration differed.

Perhaps because there wasn’t a striking difference in size, instead of Feng Qing’an, it turned out to be Black Mountain, the one he was holding, that transformed into a streak of light and merged into him.

“This feels good!”

Fully dominating both his consciousness and body, Feng Qing’an reveled in the power surging through him, squinting his eyes in bliss.

Yet, he also “observed” the changes in his physical form. Unlike before when he would simply grow taller and his hair thicker from using Black Mountain’s demon power, he was now growing sleek, black wolf fur all over his body.

In an instant, the handsome young scholar was transformed into a creature that was part human, part wolf, quickly outgrowing the room with his head almost hitting the ceiling.