The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

The Twelve Spirit Cultivators could not help but approach him, each and every one of their gazes paused as they stared blankly.

"Where did you get such a magical thing!"

Feng Xing looked at his son with a serious look on his face. This treasure reminded him of the treasure the Qu brothers were looking for.

"I picked it up." Feng Ting's answer was extremely simple.

"Feng Ting, the power of the Heizhou City is great, it is not something that my Night Sea Sect can go against."

Feng Xing's tone was serious, obviously carrying a bit of warning and criticism.

Feng Ting gave a bland laugh, "Father, this thing has been buried underground for at least over ten thousand years. At that time, there were still no Heizhou City s."

After Feng Xing heard this, his expression relaxed: "Feng Ting, are you serious?"

Feng Ting laughed: "I found it in a stone forest two thousand miles away from Night Sea Mountain."

"You should have told me earlier."

"Father, you are already the first person to know that I have a spring cauldron." Feng Ting laughed.

Feng Xing glanced at Feng Ting, then placed his gaze on the small cauldron and said: "This spirit energy is as dense as a spring, it is simply unable to be absorbed into the meridians in the body."

"Father, you can try."

Although Feng Ting knew that with his father's talent, it would be difficult for him to absorb this spring's spirit energy into his body, he still wanted his father to try it out.

Feng Xing began to try to absorb the spiritual energy that was like a spring. However, the spiritual energy was too dense and couldn't be absorbed into his body, much less into his meridians.

After a few tries, Feng Xing shook his head and said: "This spiritual energy is too dense, it cannot be absorbed into the body, and it cannot be absorbed into the meridians!"

Feng Ting was not surprised by this, and laughed: "I have some talent for controlling spirit energy, and am able to absorb it into my body, or even fuse it into my meridians."

"Let me see." Feng Xing actually couldn't believe it.

"Father, watch carefully."

As Feng Ting spoke, he began to absorb the spirit energy that was like a spring.

In his ninth reincarnation, his ability to sense and control spirit energy was unprecedented and unrivaled.

When fighting with Qian Biao and Qian Yao, he used the divine control power Spirit Qi, channeling it into the opponent's body, instantly sealing their meridians, thus allowing them to obtain victory.

The spring like spirit energy seeped into every part of Feng Ting's skin, and even his hair was being absorbed with great effort.

"Be careful!"

Feng Xing was terrified in his heart. With such a dense amount of spirit energy crazily entering his body, his meridians would have to withstand an endless amount of pressure. How could Feng Ting endure this!

"I'm fine."

Feng Ting casually smiled, and casually absorbed the spirit energy that was like a spring.

Seeing that Feng Ting was really calm and at ease, Feng Xing could only sigh in his heart, thinking that his own son was a miraculous existence.

The Twelve Spirit Cultivators only knew that the Junior Brother was strong, but he did not know why he was strong. Now, they understood. To be able to control spiritual energy to such a terrifying degree, was there still any justice if he wasn't strong?

The reason why Feng Ting wanted to show it to his father and seniors was because he wanted them to stop suspecting his powerful origins.

Feng Xing looked at Feng Ting and asked, "Is the fact that you can recover in an instant after being heavily injured also related to this spiritual energy?"

Feng Ting laughed: "Under the warmth of such dense spirit energy, my body has become even stronger. Furthermore, I still have an endless supply of Spirit Pill, so I'm not afraid of being beaten. As long as I have time, I can recover. "

"So that's how it is."

Although Feng Xing felt that Feng Ting's explanation was a little far-fetched, he did not continue questioning.

His son had matured and become stronger. It was normal for him to have secrets of his own.

Feng Ting could tell that his father did not completely believe him, but his father did not pursue the matter any further.

He no longer bothered with this issue and said: "It's fine if father can't use this little cauldron to cultivate. I can refine a few Xuan Pill and help Father increase his cultivation level."

"You can refine Xuan Pill!"

At this moment, Feng Xing was even more shocked.

"I can't guarantee it will work, but I can give it a try." Feng Ting casually replied.

At this moment, Twelve Spirit Cultivators, who was standing next to Feng Xing, was completely stiff as he looked at Feng Ting as if he was a monster.

Xuan Pill s were a hundred times more valuable than nurturing spirit pill s, and it could help a Spirit Cultivator of the dissolving blade realm to raise their cultivation.

If Junior Brother was truly able to refine Xuan Pill, then he should also be able to refine Kaikai Dan as well.

If they truly had Kaikai Dan, then these Spirit Cultivator in the Kaiyuan would have had hope of stepping into the unattainable realm of dissolving blade.

Feng Ting looked at his senior brothers' hungry expressions and laughed: "I was just saying that I will try, not that I will succeed. Furthermore, I did not say that I would help you refine Kaikai Dan. "

When everyone heard this, they immediately laughed awkwardly.

Li Yuan hurriedly said: "Being able to become a Spirit Cultivator is already a great blessing, how would we dare to beg for more. If Master can take a step further, then that would be our disciple's greatest fortune. "

"Senior Martial Brother Li, you really know how to talk. No wonder father likes you." Feng Ting couldn't help but admire Li Yuan's bootlicking skills.

"Junior Brother, I am speaking from the bottom of my heart." Li Yuan emphasized.

"These are the words in our hearts."

"That's right!" If Master could step into the nether cave realm, that would be the greatest fortune of the Beiwu Hall. "

The others also laughed and agreed with him. Although there was the possibility of flattering, Feng Ting knew, that although these senior brothers had average talent, they were all sincere people.

He said: "Then I'll try it and see if I can refine a few Kaikai Dan along the way."

"Thank you, Junior Brother …"

Everyone bowed and smiled.

Feng Xing looked at his disciples and solemnly said: "You are his Senior Brothers, how can you pay respect to him?"

Everyone heard his words and got up in embarrassment. They smiled but didn't say anything.

Twelve Spirit Cultivators was extremely touched and immediately said: "Junior Brother, we still need to refine the Xuan Pill first …"

Feng Ting laughed: "Alright, stop fighting everyone, just watch my mood."

If it was before, when they heard Feng Ting's shameless words, Feng Xing would definitely reprimand him.

But now, he really didn't have the heart to scold her. He could only say, "If you refine pills, I'll protect you."

Feng Ting laughed: "Father, there's no need to guard, let me return to the back of the mountain."

Looking at the spring cauldron in Feng Ting's hands, Feng Xing vaguely understood why Feng Ting insisted on staying in the rear mountain.

If Feng Ting stayed in Beiwu Hall, with too many people watching, it would be difficult for him to spread the news of the treasure.

The back of the mountain was sparsely populated and densely packed with trees. It was indeed difficult to be discovered.

He solemnly said, "Alright, I'll let you return to the back mountain. However, with such a treasure in your possession, you must not be careless. "

"Father, I know that having a treasure is a crime." Feng Ting looked at his father.

Right now, Feng Xing felt that his son had become more mature, and he was even more confident. He could only nod his head and say: "Alright, then we'll do as you say."

"Thank you, father."

The father and son were both happy, Twelve Spirit Cultivators was happy and relaxed when he saw this.

Feng Xing said to the Twelve Spirit Cultivators: "All of you stay with Feng Ting. If there is anything else, inform me immediately."

"Yes …" "Master …"

Everyone bowed respectfully as joy filled their eyes.

"Go."

Although Feng Xing and his group wanted to have a good chat with their son, the situation was complicated, so they decided to make it safer for their son to return to the back of the mountain.

"Father, I'm leaving."

"Master, disciple will take his leave …"

Feng Ting brought the Twelve Spirit Cultivators and left the Beiwu Hall, returning to the porcine bovine forest at the rear mountain.

Twelve Spirit Cultivators entered the forest and separated.

Feng Ting arrived at the depths of the forest and saw the mutated white elephant sleeping under a big tree.

Although it had only been a few hours, this little guy's complexion was clearly much better.

His skin was whiter and brighter, his ears were bigger, his long nose was more obvious, and his limbs were stronger.

If it wasn't for the fact that he bled right after he transformed, this little fellow's growth would have been much better. He should have already gained the outline of Bai Xiang by now.

"Whooosh."

The little guy suddenly opened his eyes, seeing that it was Feng Ting, he did not reveal any expression of intimacy, and closed his eyes once again.

"I'll sleep later."

Feng Ting took out a nurturing spirit pill and placed it into the little guy's mouth.

The little guy swallowed the Spirit Pill and continued sleeping.

Feng Ting flew onto a tree and placed the spring cauldron inside, lying down horizontally on it, enjoying the spirit energy released by the spring cauldron that was like a spring.

With his father's understanding, there was nothing he could do for his father. He was in a very good mood.

In his first life, he was also young and famous, and later he became Demon Lord Thunderclap. However, at this moment, he felt that it was clear that he had achieved even more in this life.

After resting for a while, Feng Ting prepared to take out the medicine cauldron.

Suddenly, his keen senses detected that someone was watching him, or rather, the forest.

This man was at the edge of the southeastern edge of the forest, far away from where he was.

Because of the cover of the trees, that person should not be able to see anything.

Even so, Feng Ting did not take out the medicine cauldron to refine, but only had the spring cauldron release the spirit energy to nurture his body, nurture the medicinal herbs that were hung on the tree, and nurture the mutated white elephant.

Although the spirit energy was like a spring, ordinary Spirit Cultivator would not be able to see it even if it was more than ten meters away, let alone the peeping Tom who was at the edge of the forest.

Feng Ting did not disturb his opponent. He was working hard to sense his opponent's aura and realm.

The opponent was very careful and didn't move at all.

If it weren't for the inner pill he refined, it would be impossible for him to discover this peeping Tom.

Time quietly flowed by. Feng Ting finally sensed that the other party should be a Spirit Cultivator of the dissolving blade Realm, and had already entered the high grade.

In the entire Night Sea Sect, there were only two people in the dissolving blade. One was Qian Daoshen, and the other was Sovereign of Europe.

But for some reason, Feng Ting felt that this person was not Qian Daoshen.

Could it be Ou Juncheng!

If it was really Ou Juncheng, then why was he doing this?

Originally, he thought that this person would leave after spying on him for a while and finding nothing, but this person was very patient. He was as calm as a rock, as if he wouldn't leave if he couldn't find any information.

To refine a nurturing spirit pill for his father, Feng Ting didn't want to waste anymore time on him.

He put away the spring cauldron and made a movement that stretched his muscles and bones. Then, he jumped over to a large tree at the side.

Swoosh.

His feet lightly tapped on the tree and he continued to run towards another tree.

swish swish swish … *

Just like this, Feng Ting's body flashed, his speed was as fast as a shadow flying in the forest.

His movements seemed unintentional, as if he was stretching his muscles and bones to extend his spiritual energy.

In the beginning, he was heading east, but before he knew it, he was heading south.

It was heading in the direction of the man's hiding place.

Feng Ting did not activate his illusory wing s. He had only reached the limit of the Fighting King realm in terms of speed.

Finally, the peeper made its move. He quietly retreated backwards.

Feng Ting had originally planned to scare him away, but it was unknown if he was being too careful, or if he did not even put Feng Ting in his eyes.

This made Feng Ting a little angry in his heart, and he followed him over, intentionally or unintentionally.

He wanted to see who this person was.