Chapter 7: Cultivating Qi and Transforming Essence

  The Golden Monkey King fell from the air and landed on a rock, just hearing a "crack" sound, his lumbar vertebra was actually broken. In fact, even if his lumbar vertebra didn't break, the possibility of him surviving wasn't great either.

  His abdomen was torn apart by Zile's slash, and after a crash, his intestines and stomach all spilled out, with fresh blood flowing everywhere, seeping to the extreme. At the same time, the deep hole in the middle of his nose also continuously spewed out fresh blood, covering his head and eyes.

  The pain drove him completely insane, his two golden arms strained to the limit, desperately trying to pull himself towards Zhilei, while his large mouth opened and closed repeatedly, his sharp teeth colliding with each other, making a "gagging" sound.

  But all birds have a streamlined body for flying in the air, and eagles are no exception.

  Even with all his might, Zile was only able to struggle slightly before breaking free from his claws.

  However, King Kong was completely unaware and continued to roar with rage, baring his teeth in a terrifying manner.

  "If you refuse to change your ways, then die!"

  Zi Lei was thoroughly annoyed, a pair of eagle eyes shot out cold light, with a sharp breath, the hard beak suddenly pecked out.

  "Hmph!!"

  The golden monkey king's forehead appeared with a hole, first red blood gushed out, followed by white brain pulp, alternating between red and white, flowing all over the ground.

  "Ahhh!"

  He let out a mournful cry, his paws struggling weakly before finally going still, his eyes wide and unblinking.

  The white-haired monkey king watched with wide eyes as the golden-haired monkey king was killed, feeling extremely relieved, but also couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine - if he had just struck a little earlier, it would have been him lying on the ground.

  How can we deal with such a formidable opponent?!

  His mind was a complete mess, with only fear left in his heart. The only thing he could do was escape, as far as possible.

  So when Zilei patted his wings and looked up at the white-haired monkey king, he saw a white shadow disappear into the dense forest underbrush with lightning speed.

  Many chirping little monkeys, first were all stunned, unable to utter a single sound, and then saw the white monkey king fleeing in a hurry, who dared to stay any longer, one by one jumping up and down, extremely frightened, and soon left completely.

  A noisy and disorderly dense forest, in an instant unusually quiet, only the broken branches and leaves remain to show that a great battle had taken place here.

  Zi Lei couldn't help but smile wryly, surprised by the monkeys' speed of escape. But thinking about it, he realized that in a world where the strong prey on the weak, with their strongest member dead, they had no reason not to flee. If they escaped slowly, they might become corpses themselves.

  "Gulu!"

  Looking at the blood still flowing, yet the golden-haired monkey king was already stiff, Qi Lei suddenly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and felt extremely hungry in his stomach. Then he thought that in secular times, monkey brain was a very expensive dish with great nourishing effect.

  "If it's wasted, wouldn't that be a pity? I'll just eat it while it's still hot!"

  Ever since he swallowed the eyeball of the Way of Words, he had unknowingly become unafraid of bloodiness, and even found that the smell of blood was a kind of sweet taste, unable to suppress his desires, and couldn't help but want to swallow two mouthfuls.

  The eagle may have gained a soul, but its instinct to devour flesh and blood has not changed!

  He ate and drank voraciously, without restraint, until his stomach felt unbearably bloated, before he finally stopped reluctantly.

  Of course, the Golden Monkey King still looks relatively intact, only with a hollow head, leaving only an empty shell.

  After eating and drinking his fill, he felt a wave of fatigue wash over him and couldn't help but nod off.

  The mutation occurred at this time!

  A strange circulation of air, during his sleep, quietly accelerated, like an indefatigable old ox, dissolving the blood food in his stomach, turning it into a stream of pure spiritual energy, pouring into the circulation of air. The originally almost invisible air flow, after dissolving the blood food, grew several times larger, like a thriving young sprout, receiving moisture and growing rapidly.

  Hunger was Zile's first reaction when he woke up, a full stomach of food had disappeared after just one sleep, which made him quite surprised, but he didn't know how much eagles ate and thought it was always like this. He then continued to eat and drink with Jinmao Wang, and after getting excited, he drank a whole gourd of fine wine in big gulps.

  But this time, he finally felt something was wrong!

  As soon as the blood, flesh and wine entered his mouth, he felt invigorated, his body warm and cozy all over. The strange cool energy inside him suddenly stirred, circulating non-stop throughout his body. Every time it circulated, the blood, flesh and wine in his belly began to dissipate, turning into waves of hot air that merged with the cool energy. Under its guidance, the cool energy coursed through every part of his body, and each time it did, some of the hot air was absorbed by the cool energy, making the mysterious cool energy grow stronger.

  "Refine Qi and transform it into essence?! This is refining Qi and transforming it into essence!"

  In that instant, he suddenly understood and was overjoyed, his heart filled with excitement, and he couldn't help but let out a loud whoop.

  Racking one's brains to ponder the art of taming monsters, studying "The Beast Tamer's Notes" over and over again, but to no avail, yet unexpectedly it didn't take much effort.

  "It turns out that the first step of a demon's cultivation is to devour large amounts of blood food to strengthen their vital energy, no wonder every demon is a murderous devil king!"

  "Blood food, I need blood food!"

  He was so excited that he didn't know where the strength came from, and with no effort at all, he picked up the whole golden monkey king and carried it to the top of the giant tree, putting it together with his own private property.

  He decided that from today on, he would be a foodie and must eat himself into a monster.

  However, after the excitement had passed, when he tried to control the airflow, he was greatly disappointed. This airflow seemed to be completely out of his control, as if it had nothing to do with him, and simply circulated in his body on its own.

  After some thought, he could only attribute this to himself being an "outsider", and not having truly achieved spiritual and physical unity.

  To know, he was in the eagle's body, it can be said that the dove occupied the magpie's nest is not excessive, especially when he immersed his mind into the eagle's sea of consciousness, this feeling became even more apparent. Those towering mountains, although shrouded in mist, vague and unclear, still gave him a strong sense of oppression, making him feel like an ant, without even the courage to look straight ahead.

  Of course, he did not give up because of this. Although ants are small, as long as they persist in their efforts, they can also conquer high mountains.

  He rallied his spirits and made a new decision: while being a foodie, he would also work hard to cultivate the "Refining Spirit Technique".

  Time passed day by day, and with sufficient blood food, the air flow grew stronger every day. The "Refining Spirit Technique" was also steadily improving, becoming more and more handy, his soul growing stronger, feeling increasingly sharp. Any wind or movement within a thousand meters of the giant tree couldn't escape his divine sense.

  This situation has been going on for half a year.

  However, flowers do not bloom for a hundred days, and people are not good for a hundred days. Recently, he has been in trouble, not only is his energy no longer strong, but his mind is also very restless, always feeling that something will happen, and he cannot wholeheartedly devote himself to the cultivation of "Lian Shen Jue".

  "No way, I have to ask around!"

  He suspected that the speech might have been followed, this guy has always been a dead-end master, having suffered such a big loss, even losing the "Beast Tamer's Notes" to make a living, how could he swallow his anger, and must be thinking of ways to take revenge.

  "Find White Hair, his monkey and grandsons are so many, it's a good helper for inquiring information."

  It's true that you don't know someone until you've fought them. After realizing how formidable Zilei was, the White-haired Monkey King never dared to be presumptuous again. Not only did he not dare to invade his territory, but he also sent over a few gourds of monkey wine as an apology. It wasn't until then that Zilei realized that these gourds were actually placed on top of trees by the monkeys, and the wine was naturally brewed by them.

  Fortunately, after transforming into an eagle, Qi Lei's face became much thicker. Even though he felt very embarrassed, when faced with the temptation of fine wine, he still couldn't resist. Not only did he unceremoniously leave the fine wine behind, but also magnanimously said: "Bai Mao, don't be polite, from now on we're just one family. If I'm not drinking enough, I'll naturally come to you for more, why bother sending it all the way over?"

  The White-Haired Monkey King almost shed tears, not because he was moved, but because it hurt his heart. The Monkey Wine wasn't easy to brew, every single fruit and drop of water had its own rules, even the Monkey King couldn't drink it like a meal.

  Zi Lei, on the other hand, was quite familiar with him and from then on became fast friends with Baimao Houwang. He often went to find him for a drink, but didn't know that every time they finished drinking, Baimao Houwang would secretly wipe away tears.

  Although the wine was reluctant, help do some chores, and ask about the situation nearby. The white-haired monkey king, however, made a bold guarantee, patting his chest to emphasize it. His monkeys, big and small, nearly 10,000 in number, were scattered throughout the forest, covering an area of hundreds of miles, and they knew everything that was going on with crystal clarity.

  The news came quickly, and indeed there were signs of someone taking action. As for whether it was true or not, the little monkeys couldn't tell apart.

  "This place is not deep in the Tian Shan Mountains, but it's already very close. Humans have never ventured this far before, so why are they coming here with such fanfare this time?"

  The White-Haired Monkey King lived for a very long time, and relying on drinking the Monkey Wine every day, his body was nourished, his spiritual awareness gradually opened up, his wisdom was not low, his two eyes were gleaming with a hint of cunning.

  "Hmph, you think you can take me on? Do you think I'm easy to mess with? Come one and I'll kill one, come two and I'll kill a pair!"

  In just half a year, Zile had grown several circles bigger, his two iron hook-like eagle claws gleaming with cold light, revealing icy killing intent.

  He hated the Way of Words to the bone, and he was also extremely disgusted with those people brought by the Way of Words. Even if they were familiar with each other, if they dared to lay hands on him, he would show no mercy.

  Half a year of living in the Tian Shan mountains had gradually chilled his heart, and the law of the jungle, where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, had taken deep root in his mind, sprouting and growing luxuriantly into his life philosophy.

  "How dare you mess with Eagle Brother, isn't that asking for death? Watch me call on the kids to deal with them!"

  The white-haired monkey king's eyes blinked repeatedly, his chest heaved with indignation, and the sound of his pounding echoed through the air, a picture of being stabbed in the back by his own brothers, a truly moving sight.

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