fantasy novels Chapter 9, First Soul Skill! A Review of What I've Learned!
Chapter 9, First Soul Skill! A Review of What I've Learned!
Finally, there was that woman.
She neither ran away nor begged for mercy. She just leaned against the tree, watching Ming Fei approach step by step, her eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.
It wasn't fear, but more like a sense of relief.
"Did you bring Ghost Tiger here?" she asked.
Mingfei thought for a moment and shook his head.
He did not summon the ghost tiger.
He simply followed behind, waiting for Ghost Tiger to arrive.
He didn't feel the need to explain the difference between the two to a dying man.
The woman smiled and closed her eyes.
The Hades Sword fell.
Three souls and three corpses were all swept into the underworld by the gray mist.
Mingfei stood still, feeling the third feedback from the Hades Sword.
This time it was a mixed force, a combination of soul power, mental power, and something else that was hard to define, like a fragment of some kind of talent related to control.
The woman is a three-ring control-type battle spirit master. Her martial spirit seems to be related to plants, and the fragment of her talent carries a trace of life, which is incompatible with the death attribute of the Hades Sword.
The Hades Sword automatically stripped away that wisp of life force and threw it into the underworld.
The gray fog surged and billowed, as if it had received a precious gift.
Mingfei took a deep breath and felt his body getting slightly warm.
After being transformed by the Hades Sword, the three men's soul power increased from level twenty-one to level twenty-three.
The improvement in mental strength is more obvious, and the range of perception has expanded from fifty meters to about sixty meters.
The changes in his physical body were the most subtle, but he could feel that his reaction speed and strength had improved slightly.
balanced.
The Hades Sword automatically maintains the balance between the three.
It will not allow any one aspect to stand out too much, nor will it allow any one aspect to fall too far behind.
This feedback mechanism reminded him of the role-playing games he had played in his previous life.
Each time he levels up, all attributes are automatically allocated, so he doesn't need to worry about it.
Ghost Tiger's corpse still lay on the ground, its purple spirit ring slowly rotating in the darkness.
Mingfei crouched down, placed his hand on Guihu's head, and his consciousness sank into the underworld, taking its corpse into his possession as well.
The gray mist surged up almost greedily, enveloping the corpse of the thousand-year-old soul beast and dragging it into the depths of the underworld.
Mingfei could sense that the underworld was cheering.
It wasn't a sound, but a tremor from the depths of the soul.
The arrival of the Ghost Tiger brought about some subtle changes in the Underworld.
The first crack appeared on the scorched earth, and a faint red light seeped out from the crack, as if something was being conceived underground.
But that's a matter for later.
Now, he needs to absorb this spirit ring first.
Mingfei sat cross-legged where the Ghost Tiger had fallen, placed the Hades Sword across his lap, closed his eyes, and guided the purple millennium soul ring toward his body.
The moment the spirit ring came into contact with the Hades Sword, a massive flow of information surged into his consciousness.
First Soul Skill: Nether Tiger Assassination Technique.
It's not a specific skill, but a complete assassination system.
Invisibility, speed boost, critical hit, surprise attack.
All of Ghost Tiger's strengths have been condensed into this one soul skill, as if it were tailor-made for him.
Ming Fei opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.
First link, secured.
The sky was beginning to lighten.
He stood up and took one last look at the ravaged camp.
The embers of the campfire had been completely extinguished, and there were still cracks on the mountain wall where the man from the second ring had been hit, and traces of blood and fighting remained on the ground.
No one will know what happened here.
Mingfei turned around and walked deeper into the forest.
The darkness behind him gradually dissipated as the CD player was turned off, but his shadow remained at his feet, like a loyal black dog, following closely behind.
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The moment his consciousness sank into the underworld, Mingfei felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.
It's not an illusion.
The underworld has changed.
The gray sky was still the same gray sky, but the gray fog had dissipated considerably, revealing a much wider wasteland.
The scorched earth area has nearly doubled in size since the last time I came in, expanding from a small space of only a few hundred square meters into a gray-black plain that stretches as far as the eye can see.
The ground was no longer bare, cracked soil, but instead showed some uneven undulations.
Low mounds, shallow gullies, and several craters that looked like they had been hit by something.
There was a faint coolness in the air, not cold, but a refreshing feeling similar to a late autumn morning.
Mingfei took a deep breath, feeling the coolness travel down his throat into his lungs, then spread throughout his body, bringing a comfortable tingling sensation.
The underworld is breathing.
And it's even more powerful than before.
Mingfei stood on the scorched earth, looking around.
His people are wandering in this newly born land.
The first thing that catches the eye is the ghost tiger.
It was even larger than it had been in life, its entire body covered in a layer of dark gray mist. Its originally jet-black fur took on a deep dark purple hue under the light of the underworld, as if it had been stained by something.
Three claws extended from its forelimbs, gleaming with a cold, icy light, each extension and retraction accompanied by a metallic scraping sound.
Its eyes are a deep, dark green, just as they were in life, but now there is a dark gray mark deep within its pupils.
It was a complex rune, woven from countless fine lines, resembling the shape of a lock or a brand. Mingfei knew what it was.
Mark of the underworld.
This mark signifies absolute loyalty.
It's not the kind of mechanical obedience that comes from being controlled by magic, but a deeper sense of belonging that's imprinted on the very essence of the soul.
Ghost Tiger will not lose its intelligence or instincts even when controlled; it will still think, judge, and make the best choices in battle.
But the underlying logic of all these considerations is based on the absolute premise of "protecting Mingfei, obeying Mingfei, and being loyal to Mingfei".
Ghost Tiger sensed Mingfei's gaze, lowered its massive head, and let out a low, almost fawning whimper.
Its body was slightly lowered, and its tail swayed slowly, like a big cat acting cute in front of its owner.
Mingfei reached out and patted its head.
Ghost Tiger's fur no longer felt warm and soft as it did in life; instead, it had a cool, slightly rough texture, like touching a piece of jade polished with fine sandpaper.
But Ghost Tiger seemed to enjoy this feeling; its eyes narrowed and it made gurgling sounds in its throat.
"Go," Mingfei said softly.
Ghost Tiger immediately turned around and disappeared into the gray mist in the distance with a few leaps.
It is going to patrol the borders of the underworld.
This was an instruction given by Mingfei in his consciousness; it didn't require words, just a thought.
After the Ghost Tiger came the Soul Beasts.
Crimson Scorpion, Nether Wolf, Ironback Lizard, Windblade Bird...
The spirits of more than a dozen century-old soul beasts were scattered throughout the underworld. Some wandered aimlessly on the scorched earth, some chased and played among the mounds, and some lay quietly on the ground as if they were asleep.
Their appearance was not much different from when they were alive, except that a thin layer of gray mist shrouded their bodies, and a dark gray underworld mark was imprinted deep in their eyes.
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