Chapter 7: Beast Soul

  At dawn, under the veil of thin mist, buildings in the camp emerged and disappeared, as if wearing a layer of gauze, adding a hint of mysterious beauty.

  "Wow~~"

  The brook babbles and chimes in. The beautiful, pleasant sound is like a gentle stream flowing through people's hearts, nourishing this land.

  Ling Feng stood by the creek, his hands tightly grasping two dagger-like iron pikes, his eyes fixed intently on a three-zhang distant, man-high bluestone in front of him, motionless.

  Suddenly——

  He saw him swing his wrists and the palm knife flew out of his hand, shooting forward like a poisonous snake coming out of a cave towards the bluestone in front.

  Pffft! Pffft!

  Two light sounds, the incredibly hard bluestone was penetrated like tofu under the knife tip, with no obstruction at all, and the entire blade was deeply embedded in the interior of the bluestone.

  "The power of the military thorn with Xuan Tie is indeed formidable!"

  Ling Feng's small face revealed a satisfied smile.

  This creek is not far from Lingfeng's home, and since he was three years old, Lingfeng has come here every morning to temper his bones and train his body. In the memories of his past life, there were all sorts of fist techniques and fighting skills in his mind, which seemed useless in today's world. However, Lingfeng didn't think so, at least the various fist techniques he knew from his past life were a surefire way to strengthen his body and temper his will!

  Arriving in this mysterious world, for Ling Feng, having memories of his past life was the most precious treasure given to him by heaven!

  With a wave of his hands, the daggers embedded in the bluestone transformed into two black phantasms and returned to Ling Feng's palm. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the hilts of the daggers were tied with a long cord made from animal tendons, the other end of which was tied around Ling Feng's wrist, no wonder he could retrieve the launched daggers with ease.

  This flying dagger is very similar to a strange door soldier called Suo Biao in Ling Feng's past life memory. As long as you can control it freely, you can make effective attacks on distant targets!

  Next, Ling Feng continued to change his movements in order to manipulate his flying sword more freely, using the green stone in front of him as a target and launching trial attacks one after another.

  Hiss! Hiss!...

  One after another, black shadows flashed by with a whistling sound, and under Lingfeng's control, the two daggers were as agile as a poisonous snake spitting out its letter, constantly attacking the person-high green stone in front. Before long, the surface of the green stone was already covered with dense and deep holes, full of wounds, and finally under Lingfeng's crazy wind and rain-like attack, it collapsed with a loud noise, becoming a pile of broken stones.

  "Damn it, if I ever meet those demonic beasts again, one appearance, one kill!" Ling Feng's eyes widened as he saw the power of his new weapon, and he excitedly shouted out loud.

  "Your flying knife is quite powerful, but it can only deal with some low-level demon beasts like the Fire Pig. If you encounter a powerful demon beast, there's only one outcome - death!"

  In the thin fog, a tall figure walked over, Ling Feng put away his dagger and turned back to look, the person who came was actually his own father, Ling Tu!

  "Didn't Father get drunk last night? How can he get up so early?" Ling Feng thought for a moment, and with a smile all over his face, he went forward to greet him.

  Ling Tu's mood seemed to be good today, and he reached out to touch his son's little head, smiling: "Feng Er, in a few more days, the tribe will invite people from the Black Stone City Witch Temple to come and perform a blood ritual for you young ones who have just turned eight years old. At that time, the beast soul bloodline in your body will awaken, giving you powerful strength and making you a member of the Savage Tribe's Beast Soul Warriors!" He paused for a moment, his eyes looking at the two daggers in Ling Feng's hand, continuing: "The flying knives in your hand have a unique shape and are very deadly, but once you become a Beast Soul Warrior, these external objects will no longer be of much use to you. That's because our Savage Tribe Beast Soul Warriors' bodies are the strongest weapons!"

  "Beast Soul Warrior?" Ling Feng's eyes lit up after hearing this, he had been expecting this day for a very long time.

  "Dad, after I undergo the secret ritual of the Witch's Temple, will I be able to cast the Beast Soul Transformation like you?"

  This question was asked by Ling Feng when he was very young, but every time he asked, Ling Tu would just smile and not answer, stroking his little head, saying that he would understand when he grew up.

  Now, as I am about to undergo the Bloodline Baptism, Father should not keep anything from me and will surely tell me all the secrets of the Beast Soul Warriors.

  Ling Tu smiled slightly, took out a full leather pouch from his waist and handed it to Ling Feng.

  He opened the wineskin, and Lingfeng's small mouth approached the opening, gurgling as he drank it all in one gulp. Afterwards, he returned the wineskin to his father.

  The familiar bloody smell, is the red ** that Ling Feng has been drinking since he was a child. It wasn't until he grew up that he learned that this red ** was called Blood Qi Cultivation Liquid, a secret elixir passed down by the ancestors of the Savage Tribe, mainly made from the essence of demonic beasts and various spiritual herbs. Long-term consumption can strengthen the beast soul bloodline in the body of the Savage people, it is an essential product that every Savage person cannot lack!

  "To become a Beast Soul Warrior, the prerequisite is that the beast soul bloodline in the body must be strong enough!" Ling Tu took over the empty skin bag, his eyes gazing into the distance. "If the bloodline is too thin, it will be difficult to condense the beast pattern during the first awakening. Without the beast pattern, a savage person cannot become a Beast Soul Warrior."

  The beast soul bloodline is too thin to cultivate the "Beast Transformation" secret technique of the Savage Tribe, and Ling Feng knows this. His mother, Bai Xiu, was unable to become a Beast Soul Warrior because her body's beast soul bloodline was too thin.

  In the Shengman tribe, in general, men have a stronger beast soul bloodline than women. Among ten men, at least seven or eight can awaken their bloodline and become beast soul warriors. As for the women of the Shengman tribe, it is extremely rare for them to become beast soul warriors, often only one in dozens of people!

  As for the word "beast pattern", Ling Feng heard it from his father's mouth for the first time, and he was very puzzled at this moment. He looked at his father with his eyes, waiting for the next part.

  But Lingtu didn't continue, he took three or four steps back, his fists clenched tightly, and his entire skeleton crackled with a loud "crackling" sound, his body suddenly swelling by 30%, looking even more intimidating!

  As a faint, ancient aura emanated from his body, Ling Feng clearly saw a cyan giant wolf's shadow slowly appearing above his father's head. After the wolf's shadow gradually solidified, it transformed into a flowing light that pierced into Ling Tian's head and disappeared without a trace.

  At this time, a blood-colored vertical line slowly emerged on Lingtu's brow, ancient and mysterious. From a distance, it seemed as if he had grown an extra vertical eye, making people feel mysteriously abnormal!

  "This is the Beast Pattern!" After Ling Tie had retracted his own powerful aura, the blood-colored vertical stripe between his eyebrows also slowly disappeared from view.

  Seeing his son looking at him with a face of worship, Ling Tu smiled wryly and touched his little head, sighing: "The beast soul bloodline in my body is not strong enough, so I can only condense one beast pattern after the first awakening. Although I became a beast soul warrior, I am the weakest solo-soul warrior."

  "Dokuryū Senshi?" This term seemed to have been heard by Ryōfū when he was a kid.

  "Our tribe's 'Beast Transformation' secret art is actually a method of converting the power within the internal elixir and soul of a demonic beast into one's own strength. To cultivate this technique, one's inner beast bloodline must be strong enough, and it is necessary to condense a beast pattern during the initial awakening of the bloodline. The strength or weakness of a Beast Soul Warrior also depends on the number of beast patterns they have condensed." Ling Tu said slowly.

  From his words, Ling Feng gradually understood something in his heart.

  "Dad, according to your words, the more beast tattoos a barbarian warrior has, the stronger their power is!"

  "Not bad!" Ling Tu nodded, "Beast Soul Warriors with multiple beast patterns can use secret techniques to refine multiple demon beast souls, making their own strength even stronger. Your father is a dual-soul warrior, he has two beast patterns, refined two demon beast souls, so he can perform a second beast soul transformation, his strength is so strong that even ten fathers combined are no match for him!"

  Ling Feng's face was shocked after hearing this, he obviously didn't expect that Chu Yun Xiang, who usually spoke little and rarely interacted with people, would have such incredible strength. After a long while, Ling Feng finally came back to his senses, thought carefully for a moment, and continued to ask: "According to Feng Er's knowledge, the strength of different levels of demonic beasts is also vastly different. Since we, the Savage People, have the divine ability to refine and absorb the power of demonic beasts, even if Father only has one beast mark, he can still choose to refine a powerful demonic beast, right?"

  "Foolish child, if it were as you said, relying solely on the power of our Savage Tribe, we could raze those immortal sects to the ground!" Ling Tu shook his head and said: "The 'Beast Soul Transformation Technique' passed down by our ancestors has strict conditions. With a beast mark like mine, I can only refine the inner dan of a first-level demon beast. If I were to forcibly refine the inner dan of a higher-level demon beast, my body would be unable to withstand the massive backlash of beast yuan energy and I would explode and die."

  He paused for a moment, and Ling Tu continued: "Our Savage Tribe's 'Beast Soul Transformation Technique' requires us to cultivate to the Great Completion Realm, which entirely depends on the number of beast tattoos one has. It can also be said that it relies solely on individual talent and physique. Our tribe's leader, Lord Lei, awakened with four rare beast tattoos at birth, and after a hundred years of bitter cultivation, he became one of the strongest Four-Soul Warriors. His fourth beast tattoo was said to have been tempered from a Seventh-Grade Demon Beast, the Purple Flame Frenzied Lion. When he transforms using his beast soul, his strength is unparalleled, earning him the title of the First Brave Warrior of the Southern Wilderness!"

  Seventh-level demon beast, that is a legendary demon beast that can transform into human form. Its strength is so fierce that with just one move, it can make the entire Chu Shan tribe disappear in smoke!

  Ling Feng was shocked beyond measure after hearing this, and his emotions fluctuated for a long time before slowly calming down. After a good while, he finally spoke up again and asked: "Father, is there anyone else in our clan with a stronger Beast Soul Warrior than Lord Lei?"

  "In the entire clan, Lord Lei is the strongest and the only four-soul warrior!" Ling Tu said resolutely, his eyes filled with expectation looking at his son. "Feng Er, I don't expect you to reach Lord Lei's height, as long as you can become a dual-soul warrior and have the qualifications to enter the Witch Temple for focused cultivation by the clan, I will be satisfied!"

  "Dad, don't worry, I absolutely won't let you down!"

  Ling Feng's tone seemed resolute, but in reality, he was wavering. He had already learned from his father the secret of the Sheng Meng tribe's beast soul warriors. In his view, the strength of a beast soul warrior depended entirely on the number of beast tattoos they possessed, which were innate and predetermined at birth, and could not be changed later in life!

  If the Beast Soul Warrior's strength was built up through diligent practice and accumulation, Ling Feng had absolute confidence. Relying on his strong willpower, surpassing ordinary people's intelligence, he absolutely wouldn't let his father down. Now, to use a phrase from his past life, it could only be said that he was "bumping into good fortune". As for the outcome, nobody knew?