Chapter Thirty-Two: Heart Method

  As the three-headed demon's soul escaped in different directions, a vast and ancient aura suddenly emerged from Lingfeng's brow, spreading forward like an invisible wave.

  Under this breath invasion, the three-headed demon beast's soul was fixed in mid-air, unable to move a single bit.

  "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

  Under Lingfeng's gaze, the demon beast's soul transformed into three streams of light that shot straight at his face. Knowing that the strange phenomenon in front of him was caused by the small beast, Lingfeng did not dodge and waited for the light to enter his brow before he made a move with his mind, and his consciousness instantly entered the Soul Portal.

  In the misty space, the little beast is in a pleasant mood, lying on its back on the stone statue, occasionally stretching out its front paws to touch its slightly bulging belly.

  Ling Feng stood by, his eyes scanning around, but he didn't see any sign of the three demon beasts' souls. They must have all entered that despicable guy's belly and become a delicious meal.

  "Parasites, they only know how to order me around!" Ling Feng cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare show a hint of dissatisfaction on his face.

  He rolled his eyes and had a plan in mind, with a flattering smile he looked at the little beast and said: "Little brother has a deal, I don't know if Big Brother is interested?"

  "If you have something to say, say it! If you have gas, let it out!" The little beast glanced at Ling Feng with a sideways glance, and then the tender voice echoed in his mind, sounding somewhat impatient.

  "You freeloader!"

  Ling Feng was indignant after hearing this, he had been busy for half a day and exhausted himself to get the three demon souls, but this guy didn't even say a word of gratitude after enjoying them, completely like an ungrateful wolf.

  Although he was resentful in his heart, he had something to ask for, and this guy was extremely difficult to provoke. Ling Feng could only swallow his anger and say what he thought: "Younger brother can provide ten more demon beast souls for you, in exchange, Big Brother, can you spit out the three beast patterns that swallowed younger brother earlier?"

  His three beast totems were swallowed by this guy, which was the greatest pain in Lingfeng's heart. If possible, if the other party would return the beast totem, no matter how great the cost, Lingfeng would unhesitatingly agree.

  As for whether what's eaten can be spat back out, Ling Feng had no bottom line. In any case, discussing it with the other party might lead to a miracle happening.

  "This deal isn't bad, it's just that ten demon souls are too few, not worth it!" The little beastman shook his head in a human-like manner.

  Judging from its tone, it seemed that it could really spit out the beast pattern that had been swallowed. If so, it would be a great joy for Ling Feng.

  "Add ten more demon souls, how about that?" Ling Feng suppressed the joy in his heart and started to raise the price.

  The little beast still shook its head after hearing that.

  "Thirty heads?"

  "Fifty heads?"

  "One hundred heads!" Ling Feng gritted his teeth and shouted: "This is already the limit of what I can bear, if there are more, I won't be able to do it!"

  One hundred demon souls, equivalent to Ling Feng having to hunt down the same number of demons. With his current strength, this is no easy task.

  For his own beast pattern, for himself to become an unparalleled strong man, Ling Feng went all out. As long as the other party agreed, he would try his best to make up for this hundred demon souls.

  "Hmm, a hundred demon souls should be about right!" The little beast didn't haggle over the price either, but seeing it nod its head and reveal a satisfied expression on its face.

  "It's settled then!"

  Ling Feng saw it finally nodding in agreement, his heart excited and unable to suppress a joyful smile.

  With the earth escape technique he mastered, combined with the poisonous dagger, a two-pronged approach, as long as some time is spent, wanting to hunt and kill one hundred demon beasts isn't impossible.

  Of course, on the premise that the hunting target is a first-class demon beast. If he were to deal with a second-class demon beast, it would be equivalent to sending him to his death.

  "But..."

  At the moment when Ling Feng was most excited and felt that a new dawn had emerged, the voice of the little beast sounded in his mind again, and from its tone, it seemed that something unexpected had happened.

  "This deal is good, but it can't be concluded. Do you really think that something swallowed can be spat out again?"

  A basin of cold water poured from head to toe, extinguishing all the flames of hope ignited by Ling Feng.

  "You... you... since you can't spit out the beast mark, why do you still want to say so much to me?" Ling Feng saw a glimmer of dawn from the darkness, and he was about to step onto the bright road ahead, but instead fell back into darkness, unable to escape this cycle. This feeling made him almost go mad, his voice trembling uncontrollably as he spoke.

  "Uh, I was just kidding, sorry!" The little beast spread its two front paws and showed a smiling expression on its face.

  After hearing the other person's answer, Ling Feng was so angry that he almost fainted.

  What can be tolerated, what cannot be tolerated!

  Even a clay figure has three parts of earthly nature!

  "Damn you, I'm going all out with you today!"

  Ling Feng was like a barrel of gunpowder that had been ignited, with flames of anger burning in his heart, completely losing his rationality, and he flew towards the small beast, wanting to fight it to the death, his appearance as if crazy.

  Seeing Lingfeng's hands waving wildly and pouncing over, the little beast let out a snort of laughter, his eyes slightly disdainful, then gently blew a breath at him.

  An incredibly powerful gust of wind came head-on, a daze that darkened the sky, and Ling Feng's consciousness was blown directly back into his body.

  "I swear I won't let you stand!"

  In the stillness of the deep night, a furious cry echoed from within the courtyard, lingering in the desolate valley for a long time without stopping...

  ……………………

  Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

  Qianlong Valley, a stone chamber inside the secret temple.

  There were piles of ancient books and jade slips, with at least a thousand volumes in sight. By a wooden table, Ling Feng sat upright, holding an ancient book in his hands, savoring it with relish.

  After learning poisonous techniques from the Wugu tribe's master and hiding and shape-shifting secrets from the Ying tribe's elder, his third teacher was a cultivator. This cultivator looked to be around sixty years old, with white hair and a beard. He always had a worried look on his face, sighing constantly, but when teaching Lin Feng, he was very responsible and didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.

  As for what he passed on to Lingfeng, it wasn't any cultivation method or divine technique, but rather letting Lingfeng understand the world of a cultivator's life and how to become one.

  After that, Gu Nei didn't arrange anyone else to come and teach Ling Feng, but only let him enter the secret hall every day to read various books recording the deeds of cultivators.

  It turned out to be in line with Ling Feng's intentions, and within a short period of half a year, he not only finished reading all the classics about cultivators, but also flipped through all the records of strange events and legends from various tribes in Nanhuang.

  At this moment, he has a general understanding of the world where he was reborn.

  What delighted Ling Feng the most was that here, he found the records of the Shan Mo tribe's secret technique 'Beast Soul Nine Transformations' later three layers of heart method, which means he found a way to cultivate up to Four Souls Warrior.

  For Ling Feng, who was just a lone warrior, it seemed like there was no use at all, but he didn't think so. Perhaps one day, a miracle would happen and the lost beast pattern would reappear, at which time, the last three layers of heart method would play a crucial role.

  Beast Soul Nine Transformations, Nine Layers of Heart Method!

  This was what Ling Feng learned from Old Man Min, but after flipping through the entire stone chamber's scriptures, he only found the four-layered heart method. As for the whereabouts of the last five layers of the heart method, there was no place to be found.

  For this, Ling Feng specially went to ask for advice from Min Zhanglao. The old man listened and smiled slightly. He told Ling Feng that the "Beast Soul Nine Transformations" heart method of the Sheng Man tribe only had the first four layers, as for the last five layers, they had long been lost. This was because in the thousands of years since the Sheng Man tribe had never appeared a warrior who surpassed the four souls, so the last five layers were equivalent to useless things, and losing them didn't matter, no one had ever gone to find them.

  Ling Feng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed after hearing this. Although the Four Soul Warriors were an existence of unparalleled strength, they weren't invincible. The Yuan Ying cultivators among the immortal practitioners, the Great Priests of the Soul Clan - these people were all on par with the Four Soul Warriors as unparalleled strongmen.

  In Ling Feng's eyes, only those who are invincible and look down on all living things can be called the strongest in the world. This is his goal for this life.

  In any case, being able to find the last three layers of 'Beast Transformation' heart method is already a significant gain. A towering high-rise building starts from the ground, wanting to become an extraordinary strong person requires step-by-step effort, not something that can be achieved overnight.