Lin Feng smiled and gently patted her head. "It's nothing. I ran into a troublesome opponent this time, so it took a while."
Wan'er looked at him and suddenly froze.
"Brother Feng, you... you seem..."
"Seem like what?"
Wan'er studied him carefully and frowned. "You seem... different. But how? I can't put my finger on it. It just... feels different."
Lin Feng's heart stirred as he lowered his head to look at his hands.
Over the past three months, he had indeed changed greatly. Though he still looked like the same lean youth, his entire bearing had completely transformed.
His eyes used to be dull, and he had seemed shrouded in a layer of gray. Now, there was light in his eyes—an edge.
That was the edge of a strong man. "Wan'er," Lin Feng said softly, "I want to tell you something."
Wan'er blinked. "What is it?"
Lin Feng took a deep breath and slowly said, "My Dantian wasn't crippled."
Wan'er froze.
"Then... what was it?"
Lin Feng looked at her and spoke word by word. "It awakened."
"Awakened?"
"That's right. There's a special bloodline within me. This bloodline doesn't need a Dantian or Battle Qi. It relies on—devouring."
"Devouring?" Wan'er grew more confused the more she listened.
After thinking for a moment, Lin Feng pointed at the pile of magic beast bones in the corner of the courtyard—spoils he had accumulated over the last three months and had not had time to deal with.
"For the past three months, I went to the Magic Beast Mountain Range every night to hunt magic beasts. Then, I ate them."
Wan'er's eyes widened. "Ate... ate them?"
"That's right. Ate them. The essence of those magic beasts' flesh and blood can strengthen my body. The more magic beasts I eat, the stronger I