Chapter 194: Chapter 150: Law Not Transmitted to 6 Ears
Translator: 549690339
“Eating it is tasteless, but discarding it feels wasteful!”
After carefully inspecting the memory and inheritance that churned out from the golden-scaled little flood dragon for a while, Feng Qing’an finally gave a middling evaluation.
The discontinuity of the memory was already a problem, and even though the fragmented scenes could reveal something, the inheritance that originated from the Dragon Clan’s bloodline was also incomplete. The cultivation skills and divine arts, which slightly sparked his interest, were all incomplete. Some didn’t even have full names, let alone any detailed content.
After confirming this, Feng Qing’an directly interrupted the “Sending God Skill”, uninterested in further exploration. It was purely a waste of time. Rather than pondering on these, he could better spend his energy elsewhere.
However, even though Feng Qing’an gave up exploring, the Dragon Armor didn’t. It tirelessly read the suddenly gushing memories and inheritance, even if they were practically useless.
Feng Qing’an didn’t mind this. After all, the memories were so fragmented that they wouldn’t possibly affect the little flood dragon or bring about any bad consequences.
Howl-
Deep in the night, the silence punctuated by the whimpering of a black dog, the young man entered his home. Seeing that the whole house had been cleaned thoroughly, he nodded with satisfaction and started his cultivation. Since leaving Yongning County, many of his habits had changed, but some he persisted in, never relaxing.
The cultivation and accumulation of his Soul Power had never been interrupted. Of course, the giant skeleton and the solar tree within his belt also needed to be nourished by his Soul Power regularly.
As the yin replaced the yang, and the moon gave way to the sun, the next day arrived in the blink of an eye. Feng Qing’an went out early, with nearly a month left until the Prefecture Exam. Nonetheless, in Jiangyang Prefecture City, students from various counties who were due to take the exam were already ubiquitous.
Feng Qing’an could see industrious students holding books and loudly reading or silently practicing writing in the halls of inns and restaurants during the early hours of dawn, even before the sun had fully risen. He could also see extravagant scholars swaying drunkenly from side to side as they attempted to walk, their bodies drenched in the scent of rouge and alcohol.
He didn’t belong to either group. He didn’t need to review his lessons anymore, as everything he had to memorize was already in his mind.
Furthermore, he had come to this bustling and prosperous city because there wasn’t anywhere else that particularly interested him. Participating in the Imperial Examination and achieving merit were just incidental matters. The delicacies of the city were the most appealing aspect for him; as for its beautiful women, well…
Indeed, he was still a vigorous young man, but there were few unparalleled beauties in the world that could catch his eye. The women of Nange and Donghuang had set his expectations high.
Thus, upon his arrival in the city, the young man indulged in food and drink without sparing his money. This display of indulgence, when witnessed by some patrolling gods, elicited admiration. The incidents involving the Civil Judge had already spread among the gods , making them aware of the young man with an enigmatic background and considerable resources.
This gluttonous behavior was far better than the students and scholars who squandered their wealth on brothels and other entertainments as soon as they arrived in the city.
Feng Qing’an thoroughly enjoyed the many local delicacies of Jiangyang Prefecture for three days. Afterward, well -satiated and with no change in his physical appearance, he returned to his residence.
Burp-
The young man let out a satisfied belch, prompting the two wolves – one black and one white – who had heard the sound to step out from the house and come to greet him.
“Come here!”
Having satisfied his own appetite, Feng Qing’an naturally wouldn’t forget about them. He applied all the secret skills he had mastered on the wolves several times until they reached their limit of tolerance. Only then did the young man enter the house to begin his own cultivation.
At midnight, when the entire city was under curfew and the security patrol had just passed by, a slow and orderly knock came from outside. Black Mountain and Bai Yao, who had been absorbing the spiritual Qi accumulated in their bodies, opened their eyes and stared at the gate.
They smelled a thread of incense. Black Mountain was quite familiar with this scent: it signified a visit from the gods and ghosts. However, this visitor seemed to be more polite than the last ones.
“Black Mountain, open the door!”
Feng Qing’an’s voice echoed from inside the house. His cultivation session had ended at the right time, making him look exuberant. His sharp senses allowed him to sense the disturbances in the courtyard. A visit at midnight could only mean one thing: it wasn’t a person at the door. So there was no problem letting Black Mountain open it.
Creak!
The door opened slowly, and then a slightly harsh, yet polite voice sounded as if addressing Black Mountain, “I apologize for disturbing you late at night. Is the master of the house resting?
woof-
Black Mountain solemnly sized up the visitor before him who looked almost identical to a living man. At this moment, Black Mountain felt a faint oppressive force emanating from the man, which was ephemeral but continuously present.
“Black Mountain, step back!”
The young man, with eyes as bright as stars and a face as handsome as jade, came out of the house. He looked at the burly man standing at the entrance. The man’s aura was too obvious, even dressed in casual clothes.
“Identify! ”
[Race: Incense Fire Spirit] [Attributes: God, Ghost]
[Potential Level: Lord. Upper] [Strength Level: Lord• Upper]
