Feeling the inexplicable connection with the Yueshang Bow, he felt slightly delighted. A ray of thought came out, and suddenly, the Yueshang Bow glowed, then began to shrink slowly, and finally merged into his body.
When he closed his eyes and looked inward, he saw a miniature version of the Yueshang Bow floating in the cyclone of his Dantian, rotating around the strange sapling, and a portion of the magic power swaying from the green sapling was immediately absorbed by him.
After a long while, he opened his eyes, looked at Xiangnan beside him and said, "As expected, I can feel a faint connection. Does that mean it has consciousness and can be upgraded to a treasure?"
Hearing this, Xiangnan shook his head. He flipped his palm and an exquisite little teapot suddenly appeared.
After filling two cups, he said, "No, the reason for the connection is that you have sworn allegiance to it with your blood. In other words, even if you don't use this bow anymore, as long as your mark is there, no one else can use it, unless their cultivation is stronger than yours. Otherwise, it will be useless even if it is there."
He paused and continued, "But treasures are different. Treasures are spiritual and have their own consciousness. They will automatically recognize their master, instead of you forcibly dripping blood into them."
Feng Qingyang nodded, having roughly understood it in his mind, and said: "So, even if I have this Fire Cloud Whip, if I don't get its approval, I won't be able to exert its power even if I use it?"
"My friend, you have a good understanding. This is the principle, but there are exceptions. When your cultivation is strong enough, you can forcibly erase its consciousness and then cultivate one yourself."
"What the senior said is right. I have learned a lot." He laughed loudly twice, but he was very happy in his heart. He picked up the teacup in his hand, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. But he was thinking about whether he should inform the people from the Ghost King Sect because tomorrow was his wedding.
But on second thought, it has been so long since the day of the finals, it is impossible that the people from the Ghost King Sect did not know the news, but they have not come yet, so they must have encountered some problems.
His eyes sank slightly, and images of wind, thunder, rain and lightning as well as the face of the dead tree flashed through his mind. He had no sense of belonging to the Ghost King Sect, but he became the disciple of the dead tree, so he could be considered his disciple.
But even so, he never admitted that he was a disciple of the Ghost King Sect. Tacitly, the Ghost King Sect did not seem to do anything about this matter.
"Forget it, as long as you have the intention." He shook his head and stood up, looking at Xiangnan, with a flash of gratitude in his eyes.
The person in front of him was a close friend and he had no connection with him at all, but he had helped him time and time again. He was extremely grateful for this. You know, Yue Shang Gong had saved him from danger many times. Even if he was able to win the finals, it was because of Yue Shang Gong.
He straightened his robe, bowed respectfully to Xiangnan, and said, "I am where I am today thanks to you, Senior. If I grow up one day, I will definitely repay you for your kindness."
After he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and without waiting for Xiangnan to reply, he turned into a long rainbow and flew out of the attic, because he had one more thing to do. He had to find someone, and that person was none other than the mysterious and omniscient old man Hou.
Seeing him go away, Xiangnan had a faint smile on his face. He knew that he had made the right bet this time. He had been trapped in the half-step golden elixir for countless years. He had tried countless methods but still could not break through. If he could break through to the golden elixir, he would not have stayed in Guiyuan City.
After a while, Feng Qingyang landed on the street. Old man Hou was elusive and people who didn't know him had no idea where he was hiding. But for Feng Qingyang, who knew him very well, there was no telling where the cunning old man might be cheating people again.
So he randomly found someone to ask, and immediately found out the direction. He slowly walked forward, and soon he met him at a sparsely populated corner.
At this moment, a group of cultivators were gathered beside him. Their cultivation levels were mixed and varied, but it was clear that even the worst one was in the late Qi Refining stage, or at the peak of the late Qi Refining stage.
At this time, Old Man Hou was placing some elixirs on the ground, talking eloquently to the monks around him.
But when he saw Feng Qingyang approaching, he quickly picked up the spiritual medicine on the ground, then pushed the crowd aside and said, "Did that gust of wind bring the city lord's consort here?"
"The Prince Consort?" The people around were stunned and turned around to look. Sure enough, there was a young man with red hair standing behind him. He had handsome features, but his whole body exuded a bloodthirsty and extremely domineering aura.
Who else could it be if not Feng Qingyang
So they all bowed and stepped forward, saying in awe: "Greetings, Your Majesty." Then they quickly stepped aside. The red-haired Feng Qingyang was like a thunderous familiarity to them.
Moreover, they were some of the people watching his battle with Wu Zili and Lu Xun that day. Therefore, when they saw him coming, their hair stood on end and they stepped aside in awe.
"Boy, this is not the place to talk. Come with me." Old Man Hou turned around and went into the alley behind him.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang didn't waste any words and followed him in, disappearing from people's sight from time to time.
"Who is that old man? How does he know the Prince Consort?"
"I don't know. This old man is a famous liar in Guiyuan City. He likes to use fake medicine to cheat people out of spiritual stones..."
"Could it be that the Prince Consort has also been fooled by him?"
"have no idea… "
They were talking a lot, but Feng Qingyang and Old Man Hou appeared again in another space.
The space was dark and surrounded by ancient tombs. It was the place he entered last time. This time was different from the last time. Now his strength was several times stronger. When he came here again, he no longer felt the fear he had before.
He looked around and there seemed to be no changes. He randomly found an ancient tomb, sat down on it, and looked at Old Man Hou with a frown.
The same was true for Old Man Hou. The two were not far from each other. He was also sitting on an ancient tomb. He was still as slovenly as ever, and his eyes were still glittering with cunning. He said, "Boy, if you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have to fart, fart now. My business time is very precious."
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows and said, "You old liar, I won't waste your time to deceive people..."
"you… "
"Do you know what this is?"
The old man Jian Hou was about to lose his temper, but Feng Qingyang quickly changed the subject. The ring in his hand flashed, and suddenly a goose egg-sized bead was held in his palm.
"That... that's the inner elixir?"
When he saw clearly what he took out, Old Man Hou's eyes almost popped out of his pupils and he looked at him aggressively.
"Quick...quickly give it to the old man for research..."
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang didn't waste any words and immediately threw the wind bead in his hand towards him.
call…
A flash of golden light appeared and was immediately caught steadily in the hands of old man Hou.
He took it in his hand and examined it carefully, then frowned and said, "The essence of this inner elixir has been lost, what are you going to do with it?"
"Use it to practice!"