Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 11

"Cough...cough..."

Feng Ping covered his mouth and nose, and coughed twice violently.

A gust of cold wind blew past, making him shiver, but he couldn't go now!

Fortunately, today was the third day of the first lunar month, and there were no people on the street, and he deliberately attracted these two people here just now, in order to hide from others.

Feng Ping walked up to the porcelain bottle, picked up the dagger that fell on the ground, and picked the mouth of the bottle, but he didn't know what kind of material the bottle was, but it didn't break when he threw it like this.

There is still a little bit of liquid left in the porcelain bottle.

Now, he has confirmed what Hu Yiqiang said, this is really a deadly poison that can kill you at the touch of it!
Feng Ping stretched out his almost frozen hands, put them to his mouth and took a few breaths, then picked up the dagger again and scratched a piece of cloth from his thin shirt.

He used a cloth to separate it, twisted up the porcelain bottle, and then plugged it with a cork to prevent dripping.

Finally, it was wrapped in three layers inside and three layers outside, and after making sure that no liquid flowed out, it was put into the cuff.

After finishing all this, Feng Ping was going to rush back to his shop before his body was frozen. Before leaving, he subconsciously glanced at the two corpses on the ground.

"Do you want to touch it?"

The last time he touched the corpse, he changed from a carbon boy to a shop owner...

Feng Ping first walked up to Sun Shuyi, squatted down, and used a dagger to pick apart his clothes.

Suddenly, another booklet appeared in front of him!
"Twelve Methods of Qi Refining"!
"Cultivation technique!"

Feng Ping held his breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and picked out this exercise book.

hum!
At this moment, the voice from the soul sounded again!
[Araqithian eggs were detected. 】

[The mimetic system starts. 】

[Araqi people's genes and traits are being simulated...]

[Insufficient data...]

[The simulation was successful. 】

[The mid-grade fire spirit root is activated. 】

[The Qi Refining Realm opens. 】

Feng Ping froze on the spot.

"Fire root? The Arachi Zerg corresponds to the fire root?"

Before he had time to digest the information, he hurried to Guo Ran's body, and used the same method to pick apart the other's clothes.

The same "Twelve Methods of Refining Qi", the difference is that this person also has an embroidered bag with some broken silver in his arms.

At this moment, the cold mechanical voice sounded in Feng Ping's ear again.

[Detected Hydralisk eggs. 】

[The mimetic system starts. 】

[The Hydralisk family genes and traits are being simulated...]

[Insufficient data...]

[The simulation was successful. 】

[The mid-grade wood spirit root is activated. 】

[The Qi Refining Realm opens. 】

"The Hydralisk clan corresponds to the wood spirit root?"

Two consecutive system feedbacks took a lot of time, Feng Ping quickly wrapped the two "Twelve Methods of Refining Qi", grabbed the inside of the jacket with his right hand, and ran towards the house.

After noon, the winter in the north became even colder, and the bone-chilling wind made Feng Ping's face ache.

Wearing only a thin shirt, his upper body was already frozen through, and his fast running barely added some warmth to him.

"Who said that in winter, as long as you keep running, you won't be cold? You should freeze to death, and you have to freeze to death!"

Fortunately, he had already traveled a lot before the conflict with Guo and Sun. If not, he would have been frozen to death in the middle of winter!

After half an hour, Feng Ping finally returned to Guang Street.

There are very few pedestrians at Caishikou, and this small broken street is naturally even less crowded.

He returned to his shop, opened the door, and got in.

Feng Ping panted heavily, closed the door, leaned against the partition, and gasped heavily.

At this moment, he really wanted to lie on the bed and get a good night's sleep. Two consecutive high-intensity confrontations made him physically and mentally exhausted.

But he can't sleep yet!
It will be Yinshi soon, and the delivery of rice noodles and furniture will come in a while, so he has to welcome it!

Feng Ping wrapped the dagger in his jacket, rolled it up and threw it in the corner. Now, he doesn't know if the liquid will still be lethal after it dries up.

Be careful, it's better not to touch him.

Wait for a chance to deal with it.

Although the room is airtight, the temperature is not much better than outside.

In just a dozen or so breaths of effort, the body that had been warmed by running just now became cold again.

So he could only pace back and forth in the empty, cold room.

Feng Ping observed the changes in his dantian while walking, and the sea of ​​qi, which was originally colorful and complementing each other, stabilized, leaving only lush greenery and fiery red.

And with the change of thoughts, he can control the wood spirit root and fire spirit root to appear alone, or at the same time!
Not surprisingly, this is the change brought about by the eggs of the Arachi and Hydralisks!

"Does this mean that I have also successfully drawn Qi into my body and become a quasi-immortal cultivator?"

At this moment, Feng Ping had a new understanding of parasitic cultivation of immortals.

The so-called entraining air into the body is nothing more than ingesting insect eggs. According to each person's different physique, there will be Zerg with different affinity to choose to parasitize.

Those who are parasitized by one egg are single-attribute spiritual roots, and those that are parasitized by multiple eggs are multi-attribute spiritual roots.

This place is the same as the cultivation of immortals in Feng Ping's cognition.

The more spiritual root attributes, the lower the achievement!
Because there is only one body, but there are many contenders!
In addition, the higher the compatibility between the Zerg and the host, the higher the corresponding growth talent, which also explains why there are four grades of lower, middle and upper, and Tianlinggen!
A bug is still the same bug, but growth still depends on people!
"The so-called cultivating immortals is just the growth of insects."

Feng Ping shook his head.

What a cruel world indeed!
"Then how many Zergs are there in this world?"

He subconsciously wanted to turn over the "Twelve Methods of Qi Refining" in the corner, but his trembling body made him not want to stop at all.

Just like that, Feng Ping paced back and forth in the room, until it was almost time before poking his head out of the shop.

When Feng Ping walked along the street and saw a carriage approaching, he was relieved, finally he didn't have to suffer from the cold.

He stretched out his hand out of the house and kept waving it back and forth, quickly attracting the coachman's attention.

After a long time, a coachman, two porters, and Feng Ping himself finally moved the bed, cabinet, table and chairs into the house.

Of course, the futon on the bed is also included!
Just as the furniture deliverer left, the waiter who delivered rice and noodles also rushed over pushing a wheelbarrow.

As soon as the other party saw Feng Ping wrapped in a quilt, he begged for a reward, "I forgot, today is the third day of the first lunar month! You have to pay extra for delivery!"

"Two hundred Wen is not enough?" Feng Ping raised his eyebrows, he can't give this money!

He is not being taken advantage of!
"Certainly not enough."

"Go, go, that's all, love it or not! Be careful, I'll go to the food store tomorrow to find your shopkeeper." Feng Ping waved his hand and drove away this greedy guy.

You know, those three people only got three hundred coins just now!
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhssintss to live,” the errand of Liangxing turned around and took a sip, then pushed the cart away resentfully.

"Made! Unlucky!"

Li Yun kept cursing Feng Ping secretly in his heart, "It's New Year's Eve, but he doesn't say good things!

"I didn't get any benefits, let's take a shortcut!"

At the T-junction, Li Yun turned into an alley...

Half an hour later, the wheelbarrow tilted, and he fell to the ground.

"Dead...dead!"

(End of this chapter)