On the other side.
Silver Cat Xiying, carrying the incense burner, arrived at a large tree not far away.
This was a huge century-old tree. Ten zhang (33 ters) above the ground, there was a small tree hole that had been dug out. The hole was lined with fur and silk, and there was a pillow made of silk.
Silver Cat Xiying placed the burner in front of her, raising a paw to rest on it.
A silver light shone from the center of her paw, forming a magic array that enveloped the burner. The light gathered towards the incense burner.
However, after waiting for a mont, there was no reaction from the burner.
A puzzled look appeared in Silver Cat Xiying’s eyes. Her fluffy little head moved closer, and just as she was about to take a closer look, she suddenly found that the burner was glowing on its own, and its body began to beco transparent and ethereal.
Silver Cat Xiying’s eyes flashed, and she quickly withdrew her magic power.
But the ethereal state of the incense burner did not stop. It completely disappeared under her gaze.
Silver Cat Xiying puffed out her cheeks, thinking to herself, "Oh, how did this damn bastard do it?"
At the sa ti, Yuan Ming felt a warmth on his arm.
A dark green incense burner tattoo gradually erged.
"It’s back!" Yuan Ming was overjoyed at the sight.
After touching the tattoo on his arm, he stood up, looked around, didn’t see the silver cat, and imdiately turned back to his residence.
After returning, he didn’t continue to light the incense and try to possess a body. Instead, he sat upright at the table, quietly waiting for the silver cat to appear.
Sure enough, a mont later, the silver cat appeared again at the window.
She still walked with an elegant stride, showing no remorse for her previous actions, but instead looked at Yuan Ming angrily.
"You took my things without asking, and you’re still angry?" Yuan Ming said angrily.
"Hmph, I just borrowed it for a few days, you’re too stingy." Silver Cat Xiying was furious, her claws grinding against the window fra, her voice ringing in Yuan Ming’s ears.
"This thing is not for playing. If it’s stolen, it’ll be troubleso." Yuan Ming said seriously.
"Stolen? Who dares! Don’t they know who I am?" The silver cat said proudly.
"I’m not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. This incense burner is very important to ..." Yuan Ming said patiently.
"I want to play with your incense burner, you stingy ghost. Don’t you see who’s helping you cultivate? What’s wrong with playing for a while? What’s wrong? Stingy ghost!" Silver Cat Xiying didn’t listen to Yuan Ming at all, she interrupted him and started shouting.
Yuan Ming felt a bit guilty when he heard this, so he waved his hand, and the incense burner appeared in his hand again. He put it on the table and said, "Alright, alright, you play. Play here."
"I’m not interested now, I don’t care." The silver cat glanced at the incense burner, slowly lay down on the window sill, resting her little head on her front paws, and looked elsewhere.
The atmosphere was a bit tense, Yuan Ming thought for a mont and then said:
"What do you want this incense burner for? Can you tell ?"
In fact, he had always been suspicious about the appearance of the silver cat. At first, he was also on guard, but after spending a long ti together, and the silver cat had indeed given him a lot of help and even saved him, he had co to consider the silver cat as a friend from the bottom of his heart.
"I won’t tell you, I don’t want to deal with you now." Silver Cat Xiying’s voice rang in Yuan Ming’s mind.
"Then let guess." Yuan Ming said.
Silver Cat Xiying turned her gaze, looked at Yuan Ming, blinked twice, and wanted to hear what Yuan Ming could say.
"When I practice the Death Moon thod, I summon this incense burner, which seems to help stabilize the soul and increase soul power. You feel the sa, don’t you?" Yuan Ming continued.
He had long discovered that the reason why the mischievous fire glutton of the previous three-hole master liked to be close to him was mostly due to this.
"It seems you’re not stupid, have you awakened? Let touch your head, you might have grown horns." The silver cat stretched out her crystal-clear paw towards Yuan Ming’s head.
Seeing this, Yuan Ming instinctively dodged. The scene of Xiying slashing the Kun map to the ground with one claw was still fresh in his mind, and he didn’t want to be touched by this claw.
"Stop, stop, your claws are too heavy, it’s scary." Yuan Ming was startled and said.
"Coward, if I really wanted to harm you, would I wait until now? I would have killed you and taken the burner long ago." Silver Cat Xiying said disdainfully.
"Then why didn’t you do it?" Yuan Ming asked curiously.
"I won’t tell you, goodbye." Suddenly, the silver cat jumped down like lightning, swept her paw, and took away the piece of paper on the table that had been torn in half. She then jumped onto a nearby tree.
Yuan Ming thought to himself, "Xiying seems to be not angry anymore..."
"Xiying, I’m going to start my retreat in the Hundred Thousand Mountains tomorrow." Yuan Ming shouted outside.
"Whatever." The latter didn’t look back and disappeared from his sight.
Yuan Ming looked in the direction where Silver Cat Xiying had left, his face full of complex emotions.
Since he t this silver cat, he found that her originally proud character had changed a lot, and sotis she was even a bit cute.
In fact, after he had made so progress in his cultivation, he found that communicating with the soul was not simple.
Xiying’s background must be extraordinary, and the na "Xiying" sounded like it was given by a woman?
A mont later, Yuan Ming ca back to his senses, closed the window, and then put the incense burner back on the table, lighting the homade black incense.
Before this possession, he also silently recited the na of the little emperor in his heart, but he couldn’t possess his body, but possessed the body of a servant in the general’s mansion.
This made Yuan Ming a bit puzzled, not knowing whether his previous guess was wrong, or whether his intention was not focused enough before this possession.
After all, after being tossed around by Silver Cat Xiying, his mind was indeed not calm, and his thoughts were a bit chaotic.
However, no matter what the reason, he had to stop for a while. He couldn’t forget the necessity of hard cultivation just because of the possible benefits of possession.
His true foundation was his own strength, and he must focus on secluded cultivation for the next period of ti.
The next day, Yuan Ming set off for the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
He found a lush forest, cut down trees, and built a simple wooden house on an ancient tree that reached into the sky.
This place was rich in wood-elent spiritual energy, which would be his place for secluded cultivation for the next period of ti.
By the ti the wooden house was built, it was already evening.
Yuan Ming ca to the foot of the tree, and following the habit he had when he was a beast slave, he used stones to encircle a fire pit, filling it with firewood and dry leaves.
But this ti, he didn’t use a fire starter to light the fire.
Instead, he stood a zhang (3.3 ters) away from the fire pit, took a horse stance with his legs apart, and raised his hands, one hand holding the wrist of the other.
Then, he closed his eyes and concentrated, recalling the scene when he had possessed the young emperor and used the Explosion Technique with him.
With a soft chant from his mouth, the mana in his body began to circulate along a predetermined path, flowing towards the tip of his raised index finger.
The next mont, a fist-sized fla ignited with a ’sizzle’ and hovered at his fingertip.
The fla clustered, and the heat surged. The high temperature spread, causing waves of heat to rise, blowing Yuan Ming’s hair slightly upward, and his face was illuminated red by the firelight.
Yuan Ming steadied his mind and began to try to stimulate his mana according to his previous guess, pouring it into the ford fireball.
At first, he didn’t dare to be too reckless, strictly controlling his mana like a trickle, converging at his fingertip.
The walnut-sized fireball, at the mont of mana infusion, spat out a tongue of fla, then returned to calm, but the volu of the fireball began to slowly increase.
Feeling that there was nothing wrong, Yuan Ming began to confidently infuse mana.
Mana surged rapidly from his dantian, constantly gathering into the fireball,
The slowly growing fireball suddenly began to grow rapidly, and in a short while, it beca the size of a baby’s head.
The color of the fla also changed from red to bright yellow, and the scorching temperature made Yuan Ming’s face tighten, and a burnt sll perated the air.
But accompanying this was the rapid loss of Yuan Ming’s internal mana, almost to the point of losing control.
Just as Yuan Ming felt that his mana was almost exhausted and was about to throw the fireball, the mana stored in his dantian had already run out first.
The huge fireball stopped spitting out flas, and its volu no longer increased. It only lasted for a breath or two before it ’bang’ shattered into countless sparks, dissipating in the air,
Yuan Ming collapsed to the ground, feeling empty in his dantian, as if his energy had been drained.
He quickly took out a spirit stone and held it in his hand, sitting cross-legged to cultivate while absorbing the spiritual power within it to help him recover quickly.
After this verification, Yuan Ming found that his dantian’s mana storage was actually less than that of the young emperor.
The latter could support the fireball to grow to the size of an adult’s head, but he couldn’t.
It can be said that it was Yuan Ming’s accidental possession that helped the young emperor start his cultivation path, so their cultivation ti should not be much different, but the result was that Yuan Ming was far behind.
Of course, there are differences in external conditions. After all, as the emperor of the Great Jin Kingdom, he should not lack cultivation resources, but his cultivation aptitude is probably one in ten thousand.
"This Explosion Technique seems to be able to keep growing as long as I keep infusing mana. At least with my mana, I can’t test its limit for now." Yuan Ming pondered.
It wasn’t until late at night that Yuan Ming finally recovered his dantian mana.
He couldn’t wait to start trying again.
This ti, he closely monitored the changes in his dantian mana, and did not exhaust his mana like last ti, allowing the fireball to self-destruct.
Instead, the mont before his mana was about to run out, he used all his strength to throw it into the fire pit in front of him.
The bright yellow fireball flew into the fire pit, and the mont it hit the ground, a ’boom’ sound echoed.
A huge fla exploded from the fire pit, countless fireballs carrying dirt and gravel splashed out, forming a circle of fire overflow about a zhang (3.3 ters) in radius.
"I’ve overdone it!" A thought flashed through Yuan Ming’s mind.
The intense heat mixed with the shockwave and gravel, sweeping outwards with an incredibly strong force.
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