Chapter 7

(1)

Feng Yin had never seen such an amazing cultivation technique!

The shock at this moment was simply overwhelming, almost too much to bear.

The second cycle of the cultivation technique had just begun to run, and with a sudden crisp sound, it seemed that a gentle breeze arose between heaven and earth. Countless free-floating spiritual energies converged like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, all rushing towards him!

In just a moment, Feng Yin was enveloped by the dense spiritual energy that was gradually solidifying, forcing its way into his meridians through every pore of his body.

In an instant, Feng Yin felt his entire body swell up, and he could clearly sense that his meridians could not withstand the pressure.

It was like a stomach that had been chronically malnourished, suddenly being force-fed a table full of rich food.

The duck couldn't eat any more, but it was still being force-fed, and after being stuffed, it was even poked with a stick, and then stuffed again.

This was a kind of happiness.

But this happiness was so intense that Feng Yin could hardly bear it, and he had to endure the pain with joy.

"I can endure it!"

The narrow meridians were quickly filled with abundant spiritual energy, swelling and expanding, and then gradually entering deeper...

Following the path of the cultivation technique, the energy flowed continuously...

Feng Yin felt as if his body was being torn apart.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain, his cheeks bulging.

His eyes were almost bulging out.

But he knew that this was the most critical moment!

This was a moment that would mark an era.

If he could endure it, there would be endless joy in the future; if he couldn't, he still had to endure it!

His own talent was not particularly good, and he had already confirmed this after many years of cultivation.

If he gave up now because of the pain, even if he survived by chance, he would never have the hope of mastering this cultivation technique.

The more painful it was, the more he had to push through with all his might!

"I could smile and flatter my boss for 45 minutes while being scolded, so this pain is nothing..."

"Make it even more painful!"

"For the sake of Ling Xiao Ri!"

"That... Ling Xiao Ri ah ah ah ah~~~"

"Ahhh~ I... It's... intense! It hurts so much... ahhh..."

The surrounding spiritual energy continued to surge in, like a swarm of tiny insects, one after another, without end.

Feng Yin's cheeks trembled, using the powerful endurance he had developed from enduring his boss's scolding for 45 minutes and still managing to smile. This was the supreme skill of a 9-to-5 office worker, enduring the discomfort in his meridians.

His face looked like that of a senior patient who had been constipated for a week, squatting on the toilet.

His face was flushed, his veins protruding, his eyes bulging, as he tried to push through with all his might, aiming for that moment of release...

Suddenly, with a loud "pop," his entire meridian system became completely unblocked, and he let out a loud fart.

"Too much spiritual energy was wasted, and too much essence was lost. This fart is... a pity."

Just as he was about to give up...

The baby in his arms suddenly moved, its eyes closed, instinctively searching for something, its mouth open, its limbs flailing...

Suddenly... it found it...

Instinctively, it turned its head and latched onto a spot on Feng Yin's chest...

Then it began to suck vigorously!

"Ahhh~ Hey... little master... I don't have that function..."

Feng Yin suddenly felt a tingling sensation, and his whole body shuddered.

Suddenly!

Suddenly suddenly!!

A large amount of spiritual energy began to flow out from that spot...

Mainly because there was too much spiritual energy surging in during cultivation, and Feng Yin couldn't handle it, so it overflowed... and the baby's mouth caught the overflow...

The baby latched on tightly, its eyes closed, swallowing in large gulps, looking very satisfied.

"!!!"

Feng Yin was so shocked that he couldn't speak...

I... I...

I can feed it!

I can actually feed it!!

What the hell!!

At that moment, the baby in his arms, with its eyes closed, was truly using all its strength...

Meanwhile, countless spiritual energies quietly flowed into the baby's body...

The baby seemed to have no sense of the massive influx of spiritual energy, feeling no pressure at all, and its originally wet fur gradually dried...

It continued to swallow in large gulps, its face becoming more and more relaxed, filled with happiness.

Feng Yin felt a tingling sensation, even doubting his own gender...

Am I a man or...

I can actually be fed...

Heaven and earth, which fairy sister can explain why this little thing can draw energy from me...

(2)

It really is... drawing energy.

But this way, it felt much better.

After a long, long time...

"Ah~ Ah~~"

Feng Yin finally let out a sigh, the cultivation technique's energy flow finally becoming smooth.

The feeling of being cut by countless tiny knives all over his body finally came to an end.

This cycle of spiritual energy flow was complete!

With a large amount of sticky impurities oozing out of his pores, his body felt as if it had just been flayed, but his spirit was unusually invigorated.

He quickly pulled the thing out of the baby's mouth, which had fallen asleep and stopped sucking.

He rubbed it a few times, muttering to himself.

"I never thought I could be fed... This is really beyond my understanding of physiology..."

But then he felt joy.

He must have successfully entered the cultivation technique.

"Finally, I've passed."

Feng Yin couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He had never had any delusions of instant success; his philosophy had always been: face the challenge, push through it, and deal with the consequences later!

As for the next challenge, he would deal with it when it came.

There was no need to worry prematurely.

Moreover, Feng Yin could clearly sense that the successful completion of the second cycle would be a huge leap in his own talent.

This feeling was real and obvious.

If the original Feng Yin could only cultivate to the Human Rank 1st Level, then the current Feng Yin could at least cultivate to the Human Rank 3rd Level.

After all, it was only the first day, the first time.

Just one cycle of cultivation had already made Feng Yin feel the difference, a fundamental change.

He wasn't unwilling to continue cultivating, but after opening the meridians, there needed to be a period of rest and recovery; after all, this was expanding the meridians, not opening a new realm, which was a fundamental difference.

Rushing for quick results would inevitably lead to problems.

Feng Yin had lived in this world for ten years and knew this basic principle.

At this moment, he felt a movement in his arms.

Feng Yin finally snapped out of his daze, realizing that the little thing in his arms was crucial to his current life.

If anything happened to it, he would have no future.

The restriction... was still on him.

Feng Yin quickly grabbed a basket, lined it with thick old clothes, and made a temporary cat bed, placing the baby inside.

Without a roof, he couldn't let the baby be blown by the wind or get cold.

"I've raised cats before."

Feng Yin carefully untied the baby's swaddling, his face twisting: "But I've never taken care of a newborn kitten less than two days old..."

He didn't have time to clean the many impurities on his body, quickly making a bowl of porridge to serve the little master.

He added half a grain of the Bone Washing Pill, which he had crushed, and mixed it thoroughly, stirring until there were no lumps.

He then fed it spoon by spoon.

Careful, meticulous, gentle... cough, I'm known for being gentle, but do I have to use it here?

The little thing, with its eyes still closed, instinctively opened its mouth, revealing a pink tongue, and happily and contentedly licked the porridge.

It was clearly very hungry.

"You must have done something terrible in a past life."

Feng Yin looked at the baby with a helpless expression: "After being in this strange world for so long, I have to experience the feeling of being a cat caretaker again..."

"And if I don't take good care of you, there will be serious consequences, even life-threatening... I've never felt so stifled, even on Earth..."

The baby closed its eyes, drinking the porridge with a satisfied and contented look, its pink belly rising and falling. Its tiny tail, though only the tip, was wagging...

The life and death of the caretaker, what does it matter to me, the cat master? It's just a trivial matter...

"Hey, drink a little less..."

Feng Yin, lost in thought, had already fed the baby more than half a bowl of porridge.

The baby was still licking its tongue, clearly not satisfied.

His face turned grim.

"Don't overeat..."

A tiny thing, no bigger than a palm, had already eaten more than half a bowl of porridge from his own bowl?

Is your stomach connected to the vast universe?

Just this appetite alone would force him to take on many more missions in the future, otherwise, how could he afford it!

Holding the baby like a precious heirloom, sitting on his bed, Feng Yin felt particularly miserable.

Am I still a killer?

Who has ever seen a killer with a baby?

Just after obtaining the golden finger, he became a father, and not just a father, but also a wet nurse.

Hmm, this killer isn't so cold?

After experiencing the influx of spiritual energy and a hearty meal, the baby fell into a deep sleep in its swaddling.

Feng Yin touched the baby several times and found no signs of it urinating, which he found quite remarkable.

Even a human baby would have urinated several times by now, but this little thing was so clean.

"Truly the offspring of a great demon."

Feng Yin sincerely praised.

Yes, a baby that hasn't urinated for half an hour after eating... Feng Yin felt this was worth praising.

Since he didn't have to take care of the baby, he quickly began to study his "Dao Canon," always aiming to increase his own strength.

Feng Yin felt very strange.

A small broken knife disappeared, but it turned into the Dao Canon, and one of its techniques, the Spirit Transformation Classic.

Since there was the "Dao Canon of Spirit Transformation," there must be others, right?

Like the "Dao Canon of... something..."?

And the "Dao Canon of... something else"?

Feng Yin was filled with anticipation.

So he immediately began to study.

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[Today is Feng Nongying's birthday. Wishing her a happy birthday.]