Wangwang suddenly pounced on Xu Changqing, planting its front paws on his shoulders and affectionately rubbing its head against his cheek, its tail wagging like a rattle-drum.
Feeling the abundant vitality and robust strength in its body, Xu Changqing thought to himself, It really worked!
The Spirit Mastiff Bloodline had not only restored the dog's lifespan, but also broken through the limits of a spirit hound.
It now possessed a lifespan of three hundred years, heightened senses of smell, and enhanced physical gifts.
But the most delightful surprise was that Special Effect 1—the ability to graft spirit beast abilities, retaining 50% of the original body's power—had also taken effect.
In other words, Wangwang had inherited the core ability of the Spirit Mastiff: Thousand-Mile Tracking.
Though it only had 50% of the original body's power, meaning a range of five hundred li.
For a spirit hound, however, that was more than enough.
What was more, this success meant it could succeed again next time.
The only thing to note was that it had to use a bloodline one level higher.
For instance, this time it had used the Spirit Mastiff Bloodline; next time, it would need the Divine Hound Bloodline.
Woof woof~
Wangwang ran joyfully beside the Spirit Spring, sometimes accelerating into a sprint, sometimes leaping and turning.
Its movements were nimble and fluid. No one could have guessed that half a shichen ago, it had still been basking in the sun.
After running several laps, it came before Xu Changqing with a branch in its mouth and set it down.
Then it rubbed its head against his palm, clearly extending an invitation.
The liveliness and energy in its eyes were no different from when it was young.
Xu Changqing drew the branch into his hand, smiling as he threw it