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Chapter 189 - 189: 147: Fox Returning a Favor_2
Chapter 189 - 189: 147: Fox Returning a Favor_2
Chapter 189 - 189: 147: Fox Returning a Favor_2
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This key was given to him by his father, standing for a courtyard that he bought not long ago in Prefecture City. The deed and the key were entrusted to Feng Qing’an.
Originally, his father wanted to assign two trustworthy shop managers to accompany him, but Feng Qing’an persuaded him otherwise, eventually agreeing to let him travel to Prefecture City alone.
“Not bad!”
Feng Qing’an explored the moderately sized courtyard, which beyond a bit of dust, had no unfavourable places, all-around ordinary and perfectly adequate.
“It’s a pity that only you and me are in this courtyard now, it feels somewhat lonely!”
Feng Qing’an lifted his palm, and a small golden scaled flood dragon less than a foot long crawled out from his sleeve, coiling around his fingers and letting out a clear, low hum.
This is the Dragon Armor given by Dong Huang few days ago. Most of the soul
power of this spirited armour has been erased, and now in his hands, it demonstrated a different kind of vitality.
Initially, Feng Qing’an also identified this armor, but the identification result was,
“Dragon Armor”
“Spirit armor made from a fallen flood dragon from the underworld. It’s worn by the living, so it’s lost most of its spiritual qi due to corrosion by yin qi, making it a greatly diminished suit of armor.”
But under Feng Qing’an’s incessant nurturing and infusion, it could now be seen as:
“Species: Spirit Communicating Treasure Armor”
“Properties: Spirit, Dragon, Water” “Potential Level: LordMedium”
“Battle Power Level: War General.Top Tier”
This armor carefully forged by Dong Huang had transformed from a simple spiritual tool to a Spirit Communicating Treasure Armor that could now establish contracts.
Feng Qing’an anticipated this transformation. It wasn’t his first time witnessing such a transformation, in fact, he even wanted this transformation to occur which is why he infused soul power into the Dragon Armor incessantly day after day, achieving the wanted change,
The identified level of the Dragon Armor, whether it’s potential or combat power, need not be taken literally, it is an extraordinary object.
The reason for its diminished spiritual qi was the wear and tear of time and special requirements. After its spiritual qi is refilled, that would be the true appearance this armor should present.
Fifth Soul Contract!
A faint red soul-powered light lit up in Feng Qing’an’s palm. He had no complaints about this armor. As a defense that could save his life, the stronger, the better and Feng Qing’an was definitely not hesitant about it.
The newborn spirited Dragon Armor, seeing the soul-powered light coiled around it, felt this light trying to invade its body, controlling everything. Not only did it not resist, but it also allowed the integration willingly.
Because its spirit came from here, it naturally wouldn’t resist. Therefore, Feng Qing’an’s fifth soul contract was easily completed.
The moment the fifth soul contract was established, mutual supplementation between both parties occurred. The newborn spirit couldn’t give much feedback to Feng Qing’an. After all, the Dragon Armor is a spiritual tool, not a spirit or a yin spirit. All it could give to Feng Qing’an, were the inherited talents!
Feng Qing’an noticed something and raised his other hand as a hazy mist instantly emerged between his fingers. At this moment, his control over the water spirit in the world upgraded a level, no longer having to worry about drinking water in the future.
Just that and nothing more, summoning wind and rain and controlling thunder was naturally not to be expected at least not for now, but perhaps for later.
What the Dragon Armor got from Feng Qing’an was a more straightforward and fierce feedback, the potential level directly increased to Lord.Top Tier.
“It’s time to bring Black Mountain and Bai Yao into the city, but first, I need to greet the local ghosts and gods!”
After finishing what he had planned long ago and feeling not the least bit tired, Feng Qing’an left the courtyard and strolled around Jiangyang Prefecture City, asking pedestrians on the street for the location of City God Mansion.
The young man strolled leisurely, observing his surroundings. When finding an interesting food, he did not hesitate to spend silver from his pocket to give it a taste before continuing his journey.
Nearing the City God Temple, Feng Qing’an stumbled upon an amusing scene. Curiosity piqued, he diverted his steps to join in the commotion. As he got closer, he understood the root of the excitement.
A man, wearing the attire of a hunter and with a simple, honest face, had set
up a stall near the City God Temple. He was selling his hunting yields from the mountains: not only various pelts but also live game.
The presence of wild pheasants and hares were nothing out of the ordinary, but oddly enough, a group of elegantly dressed scholars, evidently from affluent families, had gathered at the hunter’s stall, engaging in a heated argument.
The cause of their disregard for decorum, however, was a white fox — its rear leg stained with blood — caged right before the hunter.
Even though it was a beast, its impeccably clean white fur and eyes that seemed to carry a moist gleam rendered it a charming allure, rousing pity within observers.
Even a layman would know at a glance that this white fox was no ordinary creature. Compared to the dull-looking pheasants and hares nearby, it appeared much more spiritual.
Anyone with vision would recognize that this fox must be a spirit beast of the mountains. The less wealthy could only sigh in envy, while the rich would naturally not hesitate to make a bid.
A Fox Repays a Favor!
This was a story that occupied a significant proportion in tales of the supernatural. Not only educated literati knew of it, but even illiterate commoners had heard of it as well.
These tales often began with some impoverished scholar or a distressed literati who, out of compassion, saved a spiritual fox. After the fox had cultivated itself successfully, it transformed into a woman and came to repay her savior. “Esteemed sir, do you have any intention of saving the white fox?”
While Feng Qing’an was standing by, observing the fun, the seemingly naive and honest hunter noticed Feng Qing’an, who carried himself distinctively. The hunter greeted him fervently.
Before Feng Qing’an could respond to the hunter’s remark, about a dozen hostile and disgruntled gazes fell upon him.
“Boy, clear off quickly. Don’t cause a fuss here!”
“Little brat, you can’t even grow facial hair properly and yet are trying to compete with us for the spiritual fox. Go home and have your milk!”
The literati and young masters, who were on the verge of losing all decorum over the squabble for the spiritual fox, would naturally not bother with maintaining their public image and began hurling rude comments.
Listening to such remarks almost caused Feng Qing’an to burst into laughter. Ignoring this band of men, whose lower half ruled their upper half, he merely gave a slight bow to the simple-minded hunter,
“I’m embarrassingly poor, let alone fifty taels, I can’t even spare five. I’ll simply observe and learn from a distance!”
The people were inflating the price of a mere wild creature to an amount that was sufficient for an ordinary person’s several years of living expenses. “The jade pendant on your waist can be worth up to a hundred taels!”
Yet, the hunter was still not ready to give up. His gaze landed on the Bead of Heaven and Earth hanging on Feng Qing’an’s waist. Despite the divine treasure appearing ordinary, it was obviously a top-grade jade.
“This jade was gifted to me by my wife!”
Feng Qing’an’s face instantly became void of expression. Subject to such a stare, the hunter awkwardly chuckled and withdrew his gaze. He didn’t dare to provoke Feng Qing’an again and shifted his attention to inciting the wealthy scholars in front of him.
Seeing this, Feng Qing’an smirked and turned to leave. To him, the white fox was no more than a wild beast with no trace of spiritual Qi. Behind the stallholder, however, stood two towering figures, hidden from human sight.
Ghost servants!
However, like him, these two ghost servants only came to watch for fun. Even as he walked away, Feng Qing’an could still hear their discussion and mockery.
“These literati mouth off about propriety and morals, but their minds are filled with dirty thoughts. This guy’s family just has the skill of breeding foxes, and they’ve been making a living out of it for five generations!”
“Hehe, a fox repaying a favor, huh? We’ve heard that one before. With this skill, this guy’s descendants could keep feeding off these literati until they become extinct!”
“These fools, they don’t even think — how much suffering would an ordinary wild fox have to go through to cultivate into a human form? And they dare to exploit that? With that money, they would rather redeem a girl from a brothel and take her home!”