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However, these flowers and unusual plants that exuding strong fragrances, were in essence transformations of Sen Miao’s divine power, not actual Zhilan. They only resembled them in appearance, making it difficult for one to discern. They were actually formed from strands of the greenwood spiritual energy derived from the flesh and blood of demons.

Of course, if one has the audacity to pick and swallow these peculiar plants on the spot, the effects would be similar to those of the real Lingzhi and Orchid grass.

However, one cannot consume too many. Similar to those martial artists who were rendered useless after the arrival of Feng Qing’an, they succumbed to the tempting aroma of the Zhilan transformed by Sen Miao’s divine power, surreptitiously picked and consumed them after he purged the land of evil.

The consequence of such actions is obvious. Even if it was the real thousand-year Lingzhi or millennia-old Ginseng, if the individual’s cultivation wasn’t sufficient, then consuming them would inevitably lead to severe internal bleeding and death. As the saying goes, ‘Excessive is not a wise plan’.

Let alone the Zhilan transformed by Sen Miao’s divine power, they were far from being actual spiritual plants, rather, they were strands of plant spiritual energy. The result was apparent if any being of flesh and blood consumed too much greenwood spiritual energy. The entire body would become plant-like. If Sen Miao was not present, some would have become wooden men.

Sen Miao let them off the hook out of a degree of pity for the human race or perhaps out of courtesy for Feng Qing’an.

Feng Qing’an had no comment on Sen Miao’s actions to save the human race. He wouldn’t intervene much whether she chose to save them or not. If she chose not to, one could only blame the humans’ greed that they themselves were unaware of. Now, they could only be considered lucky.

Compared to the surreptitious acts of the human martial artists, Black Mountain and its wolf pack were brazenly consuming them.

As part of the demonic race known for their sturdy bodies, they naturally handled the greenwood energy far better than the human martial artists could, especially Black Mountain. It was far from turning it into a wooden wolf with its domineering vitality.

However, Black Mountain’s recklessness did not mean that those demon wolves brought from Green Python Mountain by Feng Qing’an could do so without care. If they consumed too much of the greenwood energy, they would end up like the human martial artists.

However, as the aforementioned, Sen Miao was there, so those fellows under Black Mountain’s instigation were fearless, each of them ate so much their stomachs bulged, their shiny black fur enshrouded in a veneer of green spiritual light.

Although they were blood-drinking, flesh-eating demon wolves, there was an aroma of plants and wood emanating from them after their gluttonous feast in the night, vanquishing the filth from their bodies.

“It seems I have found the way of cultivation for Qilin.”

Responded Sen Miao, her golden scales darkening faintly, to Feng Qing’an’s question.

She had expended strenuously over the night, but what she gained was substantial. Although the wolf pack and some humans shared a portion, this was insignificant compared to the field full of Zhilan and Jade Grass.

“Hm? How should Qilin cultivate?”

Feng Qing’an called Sen Miao out on a whim to clear the stench and filth around, and had a sudden inspiration.

Because he had realized that if he wanted to save the people here, he would have to completely transform the environment. Otherwise, even if he dedicated all his energy to eliminating a batch of these demons, soon another would emerge, an endless cycle.

“Allow me to demonstrate.”

Sen Miao was deferential and humble.

Every advancement in mastering her awakened Qilin bloodline made her feel the formidable and terrifying existence of her master, like a boundless spiritual ocean.

Even as she was able to receive the benefaction and nourishment of this ocean, each time she saw it, her gratitude was intertwined with irrepressible fear and awe.

“Look.”

Under Feng Qing’an’s signal, the Qilin beast who had been toiling for most of the night took a gentle breath.

All at once, the Zhilan and the Jade Grass planted by the Qilin beast shimmered with a soft spiritual light, transforming into strands of spiritual energy that rose from the ground. Like rivers flowing back into the sea, they gathered towards Sen Miao.

The billowing spiritual energy swirled around the Qilin beast, an incomparable vitality bred within. Under the nurturance of this majestic life force converted from thousands of demons, the faint sacred bloodline began to grow stronger.

The dignified and sacred figure Feng Qing’an had once seen reappeared behind Sen Miao at this moment. A dragon head, deer horns, lion eyes, tiger back, bear waist, snake scales, horse hooves… Such vivid images caused the old Taoist priest who had been paying close attention all night to widen his eyes in surprise, his face flushed with excitement.

“It really is a Qilin!”

Although the Qilin depicted in front of him seemed to have impure bloodlines, it was more than enough. And considering the circumstance, it made sense. After all, such immortal spirits wouldn’t be found in such a world filled with impurity.

While the old Taoist Priest rejoiced at the birth of the auspicious creature with a Qilin bloodline, Feng Qing’an frowned, staring at Sen Miao, noticing the anomalies happening to her.

Under the protection of the immense aura, the Qilin bloodline awakening within Sen Miao was growing stronger. As a guardian beast master, Feng Qing’an was able to sense this clearly.

Initially, she was born as a Dragon Horse, her golden scales turning green due to the further revival and strengthening of the Qilin bloodline, but that was where the problem laid.

If Sen Miao was just an ordinary horse demon and had accidentally awakened the Qilin bloodline after meeting him, then the strengthening of the Qilin bloodline at this moment would undoubtedly be a blessing.

However, Sen Miao’s birth was extraordinary from the start. Her father might just be a local River Monarch, but he was also the spirit of the river born from Heaven and Earth.

The bloodline of the Dragon Horse was not weak, as it’s considered an auspicious creature renowned among the human race. Once a monarch interacts with a Dragon Horse, they might even be recognized as a Holy King.

Such a bloodline could never tolerate the erosion of the Qilin bloodline. Under the stimulation of the further enhanced Qilin bloodline, the original uncommon power of the Dragon Horse within Sen Miao began to resist.

Splash

The sound of river tide surge echoed, and on the Qilin figure that stood behind Sen Miao, a massive water flow was circling around its limbs and body, adorning it.

“Good.”

Upon seeing this scene, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but nod in satisfaction. After all, these weren’t conflicting bloodlines. It was just that one side had suddenly grown stronger, causing an intense reaction from the other.

Wood Qilin bloodline and the innate essence of river water could complement each other, and even though there was a conflict, they could be harmonized. The issue was not a major one.

As Feng Qing’an relaxed, the green aura that was previously swirling around Sen Miao all entered the Qilin figure that emerged, rendering it more realistic, as if it had crossed through time and space from the ancient times.

The surging tide also echoed with the sounds of waves crashing against the shore, and amidst the roaring sounds, semblances of water vapor seemed to drift. Accompanied by a drawn-out roar, the Qilin figure, adorned with strands of the tide, rushed into Sen Miao’s body.

Boo

An eye-catching and dazzling burst of green and dark spiritual light exploded out of Sen Miao’s body. The surging spiritual pressure spread out wave after wave, extending in all directions like a tidal wave.

[Sixth Soul Contract: Sen Miao]

[Species: Qilin Beast]

[Attributes: Qilin, Essence, Wood, Water, Wind]

[Potential Level: Emperor • Lower Rank]

[Power Level: Monarch • Lower Rank]

“This was too easy, without any bottleneck!”

Seeing the changes in Sen Miao, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but sigh.