Chapter 148: Chapter 127: The Boy with Lifeless Eyes
Translator: 549690339
“Feng Qing’an, be careful!”
The girl, clutching her skirts, anxiously chased the flying boy in front, who was relying on the four flaming wings.
“Fly lower!”
“Don’t worry, I’m gradually getting the hang of it. I won’t fall again!”
Feng Qing’an, who was only practicing flying at about thirty feet off the ground, laughed heartily toward the girl behind him.
Though he had fell a couple of times, Nan Song was there to catch him. Even if she didn’t catch him once or twice, with his now rugged physique, he didn’t find any major issues with hitting the ground, all he had to do was get back up and fly again.
Compared to birds that are born with wings, his flying practice conditions were vastly superior. How many fledgling birds fall to the ground when learning to fly had to directly reincarnate afterward.
Learning to fly is not like learning to walk. For walking, as long as you have healthy limbs, you will gradually learn as you stumble and fall. But for flying, a single mistake could end everything. Of course, there are some rare hearty youngsters that could survive, but they are a minority compared to Feng Qing’an.
Now, Feng Qing’an isn’t sure how strong his physique has become since he can’t find a suitable heavy object to test his strength in the village.
Something like a millstone felt light to him, and as for the oxen, after one instance where he nearly pulled the iron ring from its nose, Feng Qing’an stopped tormenting them. Instead, when his strength grew, he would head into the mountains to spar with the various beasts.
Without a point of reference for comparison, Feng Qing’an doesn’t know where he stands among the human race. At any rate, he tried sparring with a hundred-year-old Black Bear Essence, found that he vastly outclassed the towering bear. Now, the bear runs away consciously whenever it sees him, refusing to spar with him.
“Hahaha, the feeling of flight is really exhilarating!”
It was only until Nan Song reminded Feng Qing’an that the Sun in the mortal world was about to rise that the boy landed reluctantly with an excited expression on his face.
“Is it really that fun?”
Nan Song asked, somewhat puzzled. She who had just retracted the Yang Flame wings that surrounded her couldn’t understand the joy experienced by Feng Qing’an.
Since the moment she opened her eyes and gained consciousness, her sister had put the Purple Divine Robe on her. Plus, she was born an Innate Yin Spirit. So for her, flying was as natural as breathing. “It sure is fun!”
Feng Qing’an answered with conviction.
People who were only able to walk on the ground by nature. Who hasn’t dreamed of soaring the sky?
Growing wings and being able to fly freely to any location you wish, to fly high at will, to fly low, is far different from flying with the aid of tools or being carried by someone else.
“I see.”
Even though Feng Qing’an explained it this way, Nan Song still didn’t understand.
“It doesn’t matter. You can’t understand the joy I experience, and that’s normal. Since you’re accustomed to it, if I had the same control over flying as long as you had, I’m afraid that I’d lose interest too.”
People, or rather sentient beings, tend to get tired of the old and seek the new. Feng Qing’an knows that he has just recently learned to fly and that’s why he’s still excited about it. Perhaps, a year or decade later, he would become indifferent to it.
Nevertheless, he still enjoyed the thrill of flying and the sensation of soaring freely. For someone who was previously limited to walking, it was simply wonderful.
“Nan Song, I’m heading back to the mortal realm now!”
After saying his goodbyes, Feng Qing’an, who had gained something new today, cheerfully returned to the mortal realm. This time, he didn’t need the girl to escort him. With the Yang Flame wings spread out, his flight speed was quite swift.
If necessary, Feng Qing’an doesn’t need to maintain the wings’ form and could directly control the Yang Flame to jet from his back. Then his speed would reach an extraordinarily surprising level.
Of course, his control over his flying direction would drop to a minimum and he could only fly forward. Without necessity, he wouldn’t use such a flying method, because the consumption would reach an extremely horrifying level. Even the two Guguku Birds couldn’t support it for long.
After mastering flying, Feng Qing’an’s daily life didn’t change much. It just sped up his visits to Green Python Mountain or the Underworld.
His days were increasingly tranquil. He mainly cultivated himself during the day, pondered on the cultivation skill and secrets of Guardian Beasts, took a bit of time to listen to the teacher’s lectures, then headed to the Underworld to cultivate the Sunfire Tree and give the giant skeleton a sense of spirit during the night.
The pair of sisters, Nan Song and Dong Huang, needed to be dealt with. Naturally, there was not much to say about the younger sister who accompanied him almost every night, and the elder sister would find him in the mortal realm from the Ghost Nation every once in a while.
However, this peaceful life didn’t last long, because Black Mountain returned from the Underworld in the spring. Of course, it wasn’t because it met the requirements, but because it was given a temporary break to relax.
[First Soul Contract: Black Mountain]
[Race: Wolfhound]
[Attributes: Beast, Monster] [Potential Level: Monarch Lower level]
[Combat Level: Commander • Upper level]
Black Mountain’s potential has reached the level required to become a Monarch, which was achieved through relentless battles in the Underworld. As for its combat level, it doesn’t seem to be much higher than before..
