I Want an Eye Opened on My Forehead!

The third floor of the Sea God Pavilion, the first room.

"A rather average room, but—"

"It will be of some help for the recovery of this old man's soul."

Feng Qingyang's translucent soul body drifted through the room, surveying his surroundings.

The room Mu En had arranged for Xue Mingqing was quite plain; aside from a table, chairs, a bed, and a window offering a view of the Sea God Lake, there was nothing else.

After drifting a circle around the room, Feng Qingyang's soul body landed on the bed, bored.

He assumed his classic posture—legs crossed, chin resting on his hand—and fixed his evil, cyan-green eyes on the frowning Xue Mingqing.

"Why did you call this old man out?"

Xue Mingqing looked at Feng Qingyang, his brow furrowed.

His long, black hair cascaded to his waist, and his narrow, cyan-green eyes were wicked and strange, making him look just like an old fox.

With his cold, pale skin, handsome and bewitching features, and black robes, he looked nothing like an old man; he was clearly a wickedly beautiful youth.

However, Xue Mingqing's frown was not due to Feng Qingyang's appearance—he had known that for a long time.

The reason for this description of Feng Qingyang was simply because some readers had complained they didn't know what they looked like.

Xue Mingqing frowned and spoke: "Teacher, this is Tang San's territory after all. Aren't you afraid of being discovered by him if you appear so brazenly?"

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang waved his hand in utter disdain.

"That little brat is nothing; in my prime, he wouldn't even be fit to tie my shoes. If it weren't for..."

At this point, Feng Qingyang fell silent, his eyes seemingly lost in memories of the past.

After a moment of silence, he let out a deep sigh.

"Forget it. Whatever grudges or debts there were, they are all in the past now. But you—tell me, why did you call me out?"

Hearing Feng Qingyang leave his sentence unfinished, Xue Mingqing raised an eyebrow; he was already used to it.

Feng Qingyang was a total riddle-monger, always leaving things half-said to build suspense, then stubbornly refusing to explain.

Over time, Xue Mingqing had grown accustomed to his personality.

Not dwelling on the topic, Xue Mingqing nimbly jumped onto the bed and sat cross-legged opposite Feng Qingyang.

After confirming that Tang San could not spy on Feng Qingyang, Xue Mingqing swept his large sleeve—

Three spirit bones of varying ages appeared on the bed.

A 30,000-year Four-Eyed Demon Fox right arm bone, which he had obtained himself.

A 40,000-year Evil Eye Tyrant skull bone, a gift of gratitude from Ye Pi'an.

A 50,000-year Ice Wind Horse left leg bone, gifted by Mu En.

Seeing these three spirit bones, Feng Qingyang raised an eyebrow.

"What are you trying to do?"

At this, a hint of flattery appeared on Xue Mingqing's face. He rubbed his hands together and looked at Feng Qingyang with a smile.

"Hehe, Teacher, do you think you could open an eye on my forehead?"

"...?"

Silence. Feng Qingyang looked at Xue Mingqing as if he were an idiot.

Sensing the look in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Xue Mingqing froze. Realizing he had been too vague, he coughed awkwardly.

"It's like this, Teacher. Didn't you use a fragment of your soul to forge a spirit bone for me with your bare hands before?"

"I was thinking, since we have the materials here, could you forge a three-in-one for me? Like an External Spirit Bone that forms a Heavenly Eye on my forehead?"

"Hehe, I don't need the age to be too high. I understand there will be loss; I'd be satisfied with just an 110,000-year Heavenly Eye External Spirit Bone."

After hearing Xue Mingqing's request, Feng Qingyang remained expressionless.

He looked down at the three spirit bones on the bed, then looked up at the fawning Xue Mingqing before him.

After repeating this motion a few times, Feng Qingyang laughed: "A Heavenly Eye External Spirit Bone, is it?"

"Mm-hmm!"

"110,000 years is enough, right?"

"Enough, definitely enough!"

"Hahahahaha...!"

With a loud laugh, a Cyan-Green Wind Sword instantly appeared in Feng Qingyang's hand, and he lunged toward Xue Mingqing!

"Come here! You want an eye opened, right? This old man can open hundreds of eyes all over your body!"

"Holy crap! My mistake, my mistake! Teacher, I was wrong!"

With a startled cry, Xue Mingqing saw Feng Qingyang pouncing on him. His pupils shrank, and no longer daring to joke around, he scrambled to escape while begging for mercy.

And Feng Qingyang?

Amused to the point of laughter, he wasn't about to let Xue Mingqing off the hook that easily, chasing him around the room with sword in hand!

In the end, Xue Mingqing couldn't escape, and was promptly seized by the scruff of his neck by Feng Qingyang's ruthless iron grip.

However, having caught him, Feng Qingyang didn't actually go through with stabbing Xue Mingqing hundreds of times with his blade.

Instead, he gave Xue Mingqing three hard knocks on the head, considering the matter settled.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed and re-examining the three spirit bones, Feng Qingyang stroked his chin. "What do you need a Heavenly Eye for?"

Hearing this, Xue Mingqing rubbed the three bumps on his head and coughed lightly.

"You know how it is on the Douluo Continent; there are almost no methods to cultivate spiritual power, yet spiritual power is of vital importance."

At this, Xue Mingqing paused for a moment. He picked up one of the skull spirit bones from the bed and continued.

"Skull spirit bones can appropriately enhance spiritual power, so I was wondering if it might be possible to create an External Spirit Bone for the head. As my cultivation level rises, it could evolve alongside me, thereby helping me increase my spiritual power."

After listening to Xue Mingqing's idea, Feng Qingyang pondered for a moment and gave a slight nod.

"Not a bad idea. Hmm, it's worth a try."

Raising his hand, a cyan whirlwind lifted the three spirit bones, causing them to float before Feng Qingyang.

Just as he was about to begin, he seemed to recall something and cast a glance at Xue Mingqing.

"But let me warn you, old man: while fusing these three into a normal spirit bone might yield a hundred-thousand-year-old result, however—"

"Fusing them into an External Spirit Bone might significantly shrink their age. Are you prepared for that?"

Xue Mingqing nodded. This was something he had long anticipated; his earlier demand for an 110,000-year spirit bone had just been a joke.

"Teacher, please proceed. I'll leave it to you."

Glancing at Xue Mingqing and seeing he wasn't planning on acting up again, Feng Qingyang was happy to have a moment of peace.

Closing his eyes, he made a light grasping motion with his palm. In an instant, vast and profound soul power was drawn from within Feng Qingyang, a massive amount of it transforming into the power of a cyan hurricane!

Condensing the hurricane's power, Feng Qingyang narrowed his eyes, and the high-speed swirling gale wrapped directly around the three spirit bones.

Under the shrill, rotating force of the hurricane, fine cracks began to appear on the surfaces of the spirit bones.

Of course, Feng Qingyang wasn't destroying the spirit bones; he was breaking them to rebuild them, trading destruction for a pure rebirth!

As the hurricane continued to grind and erode them, the cracks on the Four-Eyed Demon Fox spirit bone and the Ice Wind Horse spirit bone grew increasingly numerous.

Finally, as if the cracks had reached a critical point, Feng Qingyang let out a low shout: "Come out!"

Crack, crack—!

Two crisp snapping sounds rang out, and then...

The two spirit bones shattered completely, dissolving into gray-white powder!

All that remained in Feng Qingyang's hands were two streams of light—the black essence of the Four-Eyed Demon Fox spirit bone and the cyan-blue essence of the Ice Wind Horse spirit bone.

Having extracted the two spirit bone essences, Feng Qingyang's soul form became visibly more translucent.

Seeing this, Xue Mingqing frowned, asking with concern, "Teacher, are you alright...?"

Feng Qingyang shook his head. He didn't answer Xue Mingqing's question, instead continuing his work.

Setting the two spirit bone essences aside, Feng Qingyang took a few deep breaths and poured all the remaining hurricane power into the final spirit bone: the Evil Eye Tyrant skull spirit bone!

Amidst the howling, high-speed, destructive rotation of the hurricane, this final spirit bone could not withstand the erosion and destruction of the gale's power. In an instant!

Crack—!!!

The Evil Eye Tyrant skull spirit bone shattered in a flash, and a dark silver spirit bone essence was extracted from within...

"Now, I shall begin in earnest. Watch closely..."