External Spirit Bone · Wind Snow Evil Pupil

"Watch closely. I cannot help you operate this forever; eventually, you must learn to do it yourself."

After giving Xue Mingqing this instruction, Feng Qingyang beckoned.

Immediately, the three masses of spirit bone essence, each a different color, shot toward Feng Qingyang, swirling and chasing one another in his palms.

Seeing this, Xue Mingqing widened his eyes in reverence.

In truth, he had been curious about how Feng Qingyang manufactured spirit bones ever since the last time.

It was only because the environment and timing hadn't been right—coupled with the feeling that Feng Qingyang might not tell him—that he hadn't asked.

But now that Feng Qingyang was offering a live, hands-on demonstration, how could he not study it with the utmost care?

Giving Xue Mingqing a deep look, Feng Qingyang closed his eyes. In his hands, cyan-green flowing wind seemed to form a conduit, guiding the three masses of spirit bone essence to swirl and dance between his fingers.

"Spirit bones are not, in their essence, physical entities."

As soon as these words left his lips, Xue Mingqing froze. He instinctively narrowed his eyes, staring at Feng Qingyang, sensing that he was about to hear something unorthodox and earth-shattering.

"Not... physical entities?"

"Correct. Not physical entities."

Feng Qingyang flicked his fingers nonchalantly. Seeing this, Xue Mingqing understood and immediately drew the short blade at his waist, slicing his own palm.

Streams of crimson blood welled up.

Drawing a portion of the blood, Feng Qingyang guided it into the center of his palm, right into the heart of the swirling spirit bone essence.

"At their core, spirit bones are simply the unspent energy of spirit beasts, combined with the materialization of their skill laws."

As he spoke, Feng Qingyang casually toyed with and kneaded the spirit bone essence in his palm.

"Therefore, as long as you have sufficient energy to condense them into a solid form, and then use your own understanding of skill laws to engrave and inject those skills, creating spirit bones is actually not difficult."

Upon hearing this, Xue Mingqing's pupils underwent a magnitude-eight earthquake.

His eyes went round, his jaw nearly hit the floor, and he stared at Feng Qingyang with a face full of shock.

"Wait, Teacher, you... aren't you even going to pretend anymore? This—this isn't a theory a local of Douluo could come up with. Are you really a native of Douluo?"

"Heh... I never said I was a native of Douluo."

Glancing at Xue Mingqing, Feng Qingyang revealed a wicked, charming smile.

Seeing that sinister, evil glint in his smile, Xue Mingqing shuddered, his scalp tingling instinctively.

With Feng Qingyang saying this, it essentially confirmed the information that he, too, was a transmigrator.

But—

As fellow transmigrators, Xue Mingqing's entire background had already been seen through by Feng Qingyang.

What about himself?

He didn't even know Feng Qingyang's origins, leaving him completely on the back foot.

If Feng Qingyang wanted to do him harm...

He wouldn't even know how he died.

"Alright, don't be afraid. Weren't you quite cheeky before? I told you, you and I are one; I cannot hurt you, nor can I possess you. Don't fear me, be a good boy."

Seeming to see through Xue Mingqing's terror, Feng Qingyang curled his lips, deliberately teasing him with the tone one might use to coax a child.

Xue Mingqing's body relaxed slightly. He looked deeply at Feng Qingyang, his eyes filled with strangeness.

Why do I feel like I'm being coaxed like a child...

"Hahahaha... aren't you just a child, kid?"

Having said that, Feng Qingyang stopped playing around with Xue Mingqing. There was still real work to be done, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

The three strands of spirit bone essence, which had been swirling like flowing water between his fingers, suddenly vibrated in unison!

Then, a faint cyan-green light flickered in his eyes, and the four items floating in Feng Qingyang's palm simultaneously erupted with a brilliant, dazzling radiance!

The three differently colored spirit bone essences swirled frantically around the crimson blood, moving so fast they formed a halo.

As they rotated, the three essences drew ever closer to the crimson blood at the center.

Finally—!

As the rotation reached its absolute limit, the three spirit bone essences crashed into the crimson blood all at once!

In an instant...

Energy condensed, laws were engraved... bit by bit, the four merged into one, becoming a whole where each was part of the other...

With Xue Mingqing's blood as the root.

The spirit bone essences of the Four-Eyed Demon Fox and the Ice Wind Horse as the supplement.

And finally, the dark silver spirit bone essence of the Evil Eye Tyrant as the finishing touch!

The moment the final trace of dark silver essence was injected, a brilliant light exploded from Feng Qingyang's hand!

It was so bright that Xue Mingqing couldn't even keep his eyes open!

"Ugh... what... is this...?"

Instinctively raising his hands to shield himself from the brilliant radiance, Xue Mingqing's pupils constricted. Through the gaps between his fingers, he gazed toward Feng Qingyang's hand...

And there...

A cyan-blue vertical eye, no larger than a thumb and flowing with exquisite black and silver light, slowly retracted its glow, hovering silently in Feng Qingyang's palm...

"It is done... External Spirit Bone... Wind Snow Evil Pupil..."

Feng Qingyang's voice sounded slightly weary. Hearing this, Xue Mingqing's body trembled, and he looked up.

He saw the Wind Snow Evil Eye External Spirit Bone, exuding the aura of a top-tier spirit bone, drifting slowly toward him.

Instinctively raising his hands, Xue Mingqing caught it.

Only when it was in his grasp did Xue Mingqing feel the weight contained within.

The fusion of three spirit bones with a combined age of over 120,000 years had resulted in this Wind Snow Evil Eye, yet it possessed a quality limit of only 80,000 years.

But that did not matter, did it? After all, it was an External Spirit Bone, capable of growing alongside him in the future.

What truly shocked Xue Mingqing was the attributes of this External Spirit Bone...

Ice, wind, darkness, and spirit.

It was actually a top-tier spirit bone with four attributes!

Staring at the spirit bone in his hand, Xue Mingqing raised his eyes to look at Feng Qingyang.

"Teacher, were you a spirit bone crafter in your past life? How is every spirit bone you make so heaven-defying?"

The previous External Spirit Bone he had made for him, the Snow Wind Ice Wings, was also a top-tier spirit bone with four skills.

Now, having forged another four-attribute External Spirit Bone for him, it was hard not to suspect that he had some sort of side hustle in his previous life.

Hearing Xue Mingqing's words, Feng Qingyang, whose soul body had once again become weak and transparent, shook his head and smiled amusedly.

"In my past life, I refined corpses and souls; refining bones was merely my side hustle."

"If you are interested..."

At this, Feng Qingyang raised an eyebrow and the corners of his mouth curled up again, though this time it was not an evil smirk, but an indecent one.

"Shall I teach you how to refine corpses? I won't say how strong the strength will be, but crafting you a Corpse Maiden with a voluptuous figure and good child-bearing hips is no problem at all. Tsk tsk tsk, I guarantee she'll be very moist!"

Hearing this, the corner of Xue Mingqing's eye twitched violently.

Fine, Feng Qingyang was still the same old Feng Qingyang, still the same old lecher. Whenever asked about his past, he would either play deaf and dumb or deflect the topic with nonsense.

"Teacher, stop joking around. This isn't right..."

Before Xue Mingqing could finish his sentence, Feng Qingyang drifted over unsteadily.

Then, he tapped a finger against the center of his brow.

"Don't be in such a rush to refuse; take a look first."

As he spoke, a massive influx of images flooded into Xue Mingqing's mind.

After a moment of silence, Xue Mingqing blankly finished reading the information Feng Qingyang had transmitted.

Once he had fully absorbed and accepted the information, Xue Mingqing coughed and put on a serious expression.

"Ahem, I think that, since I am the teacher's disciple, I really should inherit the teacher's mantle. Of course, I am not interested in Corpse Maidens; I am a decent person without such hobbies. I simply want to study the exquisite heritage of the evil cultivation path, don't misunderstand!"

"Hahahaha... you brat!"