Chapter 98

Feng Yin sighed, gently stroking the young eagle and the young falcon.

He softly said, "If one day I send you out, even if my original intention is for your own good, will you remember me? Will you remember my初心? Will you blame me?"

His voice was somewhat melancholic.

The young eagle and the young falcon looked at Feng Yin with their round eyes, affectionately pecking and rubbing against his fingers.

Though they had developed some intelligence, they could hardly understand such lengthy and profound words. At this moment, they were only in a state of innocence. For them, the current happiness, joy, and contentment were everything; why did they need to understand what their master was saying?

Just being in Feng Yin's palm was enough to make them feel immensely satisfied.

Feng Yin sighed deeply.

After playing with the three for a while, he let Feng Ying take the young eagle and the young falcon to play.

Feng Yin returned to his room and opened the package sent by Wu Tiejun.

First, he calmed his chaotic thoughts, adjusted his state, and then focused his attention on the twenty-two spirit soul beads.

It was obvious that although these spirit soul beads were of high quality, they were far inferior to the three king-level beads given by Feng Ying's mother.

Even the spirit soul bead of a half-step eighth-rank demon beast, which Wu Tiejun had mentioned as extremely rare, was still far inferior.

Objects are most afraid of comparison. Although his harvest this time was abundant in quantity, the quality... it was uncertain whether it would meet the standards of the little broken knife and what kind of feedback it would give!

As Feng Yin focused on the twenty-two spirit soul beads, he suddenly felt that the little broken knife, which had been dormant in the depths of his mind, began to stir.

It's coming!

Shortly after, a warm current surged, as if it had appeared out of nowhere, rushing along his meridians to his fingertips, filled with an urgent and impatient emotion.

There's a way!

Feng Yin's heart stirred.

So, he placed the twenty-two spirit soul beads on the table. Although his gaze was on them, he was still a full meter and a half away from the table.

Even if he really stretched out his hand, he couldn't touch them.

Feeling the abnormal sensation in his fingertips, Feng Yin's face showed a cunning smile.

This was all part of his experiment, to confirm the degree of temptation the spirit soul beads had for the little broken knife!

He had felt it before; the little broken knife had to touch the spirit soul beads to absorb them. If it couldn't touch them, it could only sigh in vain, helpless.

The current situation was within Feng Yin's expectations, everything was under control.

His fingertips itched and felt hot, wave after wave, each stronger than the last, making Feng Yin almost want to shout out loud, a strong impulse to reach out and grab the spirit soul beads.

Whether physically or mentally, in body or soul, it was the same!

But Feng Yin stubbornly held back, resisting the increasingly strong impulse.

"Just a little broken knife, and you want to take and demand from me?"

"You are my possession, and you dare to try to control me, command me? There's no such thing in this world!"

Feng Yin forcibly held back, suppressing the growing impulse.

No matter how you act, I will remain unmoved, let's see what else you can do.

Feng Yin's true intention was clear; he wanted to negotiate with the little knife and take the initiative.

Although he didn't know if the little broken knife had intelligence, could understand his words, or would communicate with him, he had to try!

The previous incident, where the knife directly absorbed the three spirit soul beads without any warning and then didn't come out again, was considered by Feng Yin to be his greatest failure in this new life!

I have a golden finger, but after it got the benefit, it ran away.

I've disgraced the name of a穿越者!

So this time, Feng Yin had to figure it out, and he wouldn't compromise until he did. Even after figuring it out, he still wouldn't compromise.

The discomfort in his fingertips gradually reached its peak. Feng Yin felt that if he cut off his fingertips now, he wouldn't feel pain but rather a sense of release and pleasure.

But he still held on, even with a smile on his face.

Want to fight me?

Come on!

Let's hurt each other!

Let's love and hate each other!

Let's see who is more powerful, a little broken knife or I, Feng Yin, the great穿越者!

I don't believe it!

This process was very long, with various sensations constantly surging, bitter and sweet, but it was unbearably difficult.

Feng Yin, however, was not in a hurry, remaining calm.

He kept his fingertips pointed at the spirit soul beads on the table but didn't move, not a bit.

No matter what you do, I won't move, let's see who can shake whom!

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

An hour.

An hour and a half.

Two hours passed.

The knife never gave up, but Feng Yin was also determined. He held a needle in his other hand, always hanging by his thigh.

Whenever he felt he was about to give in, he would give himself a prick.

The sharp pain and sudden discomfort always cleared his mind; after gritting his teeth, he would fight his willpower again.

I'm going to stand my ground with you, little broken knife. I'll keep pricking myself to stay alert. If an hour doesn't work, I'll try two hours, if two hours don't work, I'll try a night, if a night doesn't work, I'll try three days and three nights!

If you don't give in, I'll stay with you for a year!

It doesn't matter!

The only result must be that I control you, not the other way around!

This was Feng Yin's pride.

This pride came from his previous life. After the founding of the country, even animals couldn't become spirits, let alone other things; humans were the masters of all!

This idea was deeply rooted.

It was completely different from the thoughts of the people on this Anping continent.

So... Feng Yin's pride always supported him; no matter what, he had experienced a穿越and come to this world, there was no reason to listen to a little broken knife after coming here!

Three hours!

Exactly three hours!

After three hours, the feeling of being commanded slowly faded.

Feng Yin felt his fingertips return to normal.

Clearly, the knife had given up but hadn't left.

Then, a sense of dejection began to seep into Feng Yin's heart.

Feng Yin seemed to see a dejected little broken knife, like a defeated rooster, moving in front of him; helpless, dejected, and a bit admiring.

You're amazing!

I give up!

Give up?

Feng Yin snorted and looked at his fingertips. "Come out!"

The fingertips remained still, and the little broken knife didn't come out.

I've already given up, what more do you want?

Killing someone is just a nod of the head, do you want to enslave me?

I have dignity too.

Feng Yin could feel the knife's resistance, a full-body resistance. He couldn't help but sneer.

Resistance?

Feng Yin slowly extended his left hand, reaching forward to grab a spirit soul bead.

The knife instantly moved from his right fingertips to his left fingertips, and the sensation surged again.

Feng Yin stopped his left hand in mid-air, not moving, just a foot away from the spirit soul bead, but still out of reach.

Another round of negotiation.

This time, the stalemate was shorter, only half an hour, a third of the previous time.

But the knife still didn't come out, seemingly pouting.

I won't come out!

Feng Yin keenly sensed the knife's emotions, lightly hummed, and a smile appeared on his lips.

As a modern穿越者who knows everything about astronomy, geography, the three teachings, the nine streams, music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, songs, fish glue, farming, reading, scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, can't I control you?

Nonsense!

He reached out and, with lightning speed, grabbed a fifth-rank spirit soul bead in his right hand.

A warm current instantly transferred from his left hand to his right fingertips, and the spirit soul bead in his palm began to rapidly shrink and disappear, being completely absorbed.

Then, Feng Yin clearly felt a sense of excitement and a "I want, I want, I want more" feeling, urging him.

The itchy sensation arose again, but this time, it was even stronger.

Feng Yin endured for another half an hour, and the feeling of frustration, helplessness, urgency, and resignation, as well as admiration, arrived as expected.

Feng Yin looked at his right hand and said in a deep voice, "Come out."

This time, he felt a sense of hesitation, as if it wanted to come out but was unwilling.

Clearly, both Feng Yin and the little knife understood that this was a matter of initiative and dominance. Whoever gave in first would lose.

Not only did Feng Yin not want to lose, the little broken knife didn't want to lose either.

The pride of a divine object wouldn't allow it to bow down.

As a knife, it longed to dominate the world, to slash through everything, to fight until it was mad. But the pride of a divine object made it unwilling to follow the commands of an ordinary person.

Both wanted to hold the initiative and dominance, naturally leading to a new round of willpower competition.

Feng Yin looked down at his fingers, as if looking at the knife, and said softly, "I don't know your origin, and I don't intend to understand your background, but ultimately, you opened a new life for me. For that, I am very grateful."

The sensation in his fingertips disappeared, as if listening to Feng Yin.

Feng Yin felt more at ease. If you can understand, that's good.

If you can understand, there's hope for communication, and communication is better than anything!

"Although I don't know what kind of existence you are, I guess your essence is still a weapon," Feng Yin said in a deep voice.

Feng Yin immediately felt a thorough and complete mocking emotion.

A weapon? Do I need to say that?

I'm a knife, what else could I be?

Do you want to use a knife to write? Or to make clothes? Or to run?

Feng Yin remained unmoved and said, "But I have a deeper guess. Your role is no longer limited to being a weapon; it is a legacy."

The mocking emotion disappeared, and there was silence.

Silence often represents... acknowledgment!