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Chapter 742 Fu Qinghai, the Soul Drinker
Chapter 742 Fu Qinghai, the Soul Drinker
Red Stone Forest Canyon.
On a quiet night, Fu Qinghai and Xierli returned to the Dark Night Sisters' tribe. Without disturbing the other children in the tribe, they tiptoed and quickly slipped into Xierli's animal skin tent.
Syllie turned around, pulled up the animal skin, and tied the straps securely. Then she turned back, her hands naturally resting on the man's shoulders and hooking around the back of his neck. Fu Qinghai lifted her up, supporting her buttocks with both hands. Syllie's legs wrapped around Fu Qinghai's waist, and the two embraced and kissed passionately.
"Um... um..."
Sylvie hummed softly and urgently.
Fu Qinghai held Sirri up with one hand, and while they were arguing, he could also use his other hand to untie the dark red cloth bands wrapped around the witch's thighs and arms.
Sylvie raised her hands to help Fu Qinghai remove the clothes covering her body, and skillfully used her toes to hook Fu Qinghai's shorts belt and pull down the black tight shorts.
The two soon found themselves naked, their eyes locked.
They both saw the desire in each other's eyes.
Siri pulled Fu Qinghai back, and the two fell onto the floor covered with layers of soft fur. Siri's brown hair spread out on the carpet, and her face, adorned with symmetrical black tattoos, exuded a mysterious and wild allure. The tent was dimly lit, but Fu Qinghai could see Siri's bright eyes staring intently at him.
Fu Qinghai stepped forward without hesitation.
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According to Old Daka, the Dark Night Sisters should maintain a balance between the dual calls of the Winged Goddess and the Fang God when learning soul magic. However, Fu Qinghai discovered that he seemed to be more favored by the Fang God than by the Winged Goddess, or rather, more compatible with the Fang God.
Fu Qinghai still cannot summon spiritual liquid from the soul world, but he has mastered most of the primal force skills related to the God of Fangs within a few days.
Could this really confirm old Dakka's words—that men cannot maintain balance between the dual calls of the Winged Goddess and the Fang God? Is this the real reason men cannot learn soul magic? Is it not that men are incapable of learning soul magic, but rather that they are severely unbalanced in this area?
Fu Qinghai didn't know.
Although Fu Qinghai is still unable to summon the soul liquid from the soul world, he did summon a lot of transparent "liquid" from Sirri's body.
The breakthrough in the relationship between Fu Qinghai and Xierli was as natural as breaking through a thin layer of paper; it involved little emotional factor and was driven more by the desires of a wild animal.
The young man and woman spent their days and nights together in the wilderness. Fu Qinghai was not the kind of wooden male protagonist in old-fashioned martial arts novels. He could sense the occasional glances that Xierli would give him and had a mental expectation of her possible reactions. Everything was more of a tacit understanding and cooperation.
Fu Qinghai himself was a person with very strong desires. His Space Marine hormone levels were far higher than those of ordinary people, and he also had the genetic mutation of "beast instinct". In the Warhammer 40K universe, he often had to forcibly suppress his desires. Only in other reincarnation worlds did he have the opportunity to indulge himself.
"call……"
The feeling after release is always refreshing. Fu Qinghai lay with his hands behind his head, amidst a pile of thick furs, quietly staring at the pointed top of the animal skin tent.
There hung a small wooden carving there, seemingly carved by Sirri in his own likeness. After beginning to learn soul magic, Fu Qinghai would no longer regard anything similar on Dassomier as an ordinary craft; wooden carvings, totems, jewelry, and amulets could all be magical tools.
In any case, it's pointless to consider whether men truly lack the ability to maintain balance amidst the call of the two gods. Fu Qinghai has only been learning soul magic for less than a week, so it's too early to draw conclusions.
Thinking of this, Fu Qinghai gently moved the thighs draped over his waist and the arms hooked around his neck away, then sat up with a somersault, put on black tight shorts, and casually picked up a large fur coat and draped it over his shoulders.
Fu Qinghai bent over and lifted the tent flap.
However, he froze as soon as he crawled out of the tent.
A group of girls stood outside the narrow grotto. These children of varying heights formed a circle around Sirri's tent, all staring at Fu Qinghai with curious eyes.
"Uh……"
Fu Qinghai was momentarily stunned, wondering how much inappropriate content these children had heard.
Why are you sleeping in Sister Sylvie's tent?
A little girl blinked her big eyes and boldly asked:
"Are you Sister Sylvie's slave?"
"I also want a slave that strong."
A girl next to her said with a hopeful look on her face:
"Will we all be able to have our own slaves in the future?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Qinghai couldn't help but chuckle.
“Remember that, children.”
Fu Qinghai bent down and picked up the smallest and most naive-looking little girl, letting her sit in his arms. Looking up at the front, he announced with an air of righteous indignation:
"From this day forward, there will be no slaves in Dasomir!"
After speaking, Fu Qinghai reached out and patted the heads of the two older girls, then gave them instructions:
"Take me to find something to eat, I'm hungry."
"Oh."
The two little girls were obedient and led Fu Qinghai into a cave in the canyon.
"Arise, you starving and freezing slaves!"
"Arise, oh wretched of the world."
Fu Qinghai didn't consider himself an outsider at all, humming a little tune as he followed the group of children.
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West side of the scree mountain range.
On a massive, almost vertical cliff face.
Fu Qinghai pressed one palm against the rock face, hanging from the smooth cliff face with only one arm. He turned his head to look down, where lush forests and a winding, rushing river stretched out below him, at least eight or nine hundred meters away.
"Are you scared?"
Siri's shouts came from above.
Fu Qinghai squinted and looked up. Siri's body leaned over the cliff, the blinding sunlight behind her casting her figure as a black silhouette.
Fu Qinghai lowered his head and withdrew his gaze. He raised his other hand and placed it on the smooth rock wall. An invisible force gathered at the contact surface between his palm and the rock wall, generating a powerful suction force. Fu Qinghai climbed up the cliff wall quickly like a giant gecko, assuming a quattro pose.
Fu Qinghai flipped over and leaped onto the cliff.
Sylvie stood on the cliff top waiting for him.
"How does it feel?"
Siri looked at Fu Qinghai.
"no problem."
Fu Qinghai nodded and said.
As mentioned earlier, Fu Qinghai made rapid progress in the Force skills related to the God of Fangs. In just a few days, he had mastered and used them skillfully. In addition to his outstanding Force talent, there was another very important reason.
Fu Qinghai has a cheat code.
The Force abilities related to the God of Fangs originate from the Dathomir witches' long-standing observations of the animals of Dathomir. Originally, Force practitioners needed sufficient time to gain insight and meticulous understanding of the corresponding animals.
However, Fu Qinghai possesses gene detection neural networks.
Moreover, his gene-detecting neurons have mutated.
He gained a mutated ability called "Soul Drinker".
Using this mutated ability, he only needs to taste a bite of a certain animal's meat, preferably the brain or spinal cord, to understand the innate survival instincts carried in that animal's genes—not from an objective, bystander's perspective, but in a magical, almost subjective, way, thus saving the long time of observation and understanding.
Therefore, his learning speed is terrifyingly fast.
In the past few days, Fu Qinghai has devoured all the animals mentioned in the Book of Shadows and the Book of Order, making him a veritable "gastronomic savvy Dassormir." Even unarmed and without power armor, no species on this planet can stop his hunt, and the continuous hunting and blood-drinking have strengthened his connection with the God of Fangs.
"But how do we communicate with the Winged Goddess?"
Fu Qinghai was deep in thought the whole way down the mountain.
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Nighttime, a meadow in the forest.
A simple animal skin tent stands here.
A Rank beast lay prone beside the tent.
Ever since the children eavesdropped on their work in the Stone Forest Canyon all night, Sirli had moved his tent out. Strictly speaking, the middle of the forest wasn't a good campsite, but with an adult Ranke lying there, Fu Qinghai and Sirli didn't have to worry about being disturbed by any other predators.
"How exactly do we communicate with the Winged Goddess?"
Fu Qinghai has been thinking about this problem for a while now.
Siri lay on Fu Qinghai's chest, her cheeks still flushed, her messy hair damp with sweat clinging to her ears. She stared curiously at the iron-gray nerve interface embedded in the junction of his chest and shoulder, extending a finger to trace the dark, wrinkled skin around it, revealing a layer of black substance beneath.
"Are you a cyborg?"
Sylvie looked up and asked.
"No."
Fu Qinghai shook his head and said.
Almost every woman who had slept with him was very curious about the neural interfaces on his body. Fu Qinghai was already used to it. His eyes were fixed on the top of the tent, and he was still thinking about how to communicate with the Winged Goddess.
"What are these metal buttons?"
Sure enough, Sirri immediately followed up with his inquiry.
"Neural interface".
Fu Qinghai explained calmly:
"It helps me control a special type of armor."
"What armor?"
Sylvie's curiosity seems endless:
"Similar to the Mandalorians and Stormtroopers?"
"Much better than those."
Fu Qinghai curled the corner of his mouth slightly:
“Have you ever seen a Mandalorian or Stormtrooper who needs to control their armor through neural implant surgery? They just ‘wear’ the armor, they don’t ‘control’ it. Imagine how powerful it is for an armor to be controlled and mastered.”
Sylvie tilted her head and thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out. She didn't mind, resting her head on the man's strong chest muscles, her arms and thighs wrapping around Fu Qinghai's body like snakes, enjoying the feeling of skin against skin.
Fu Qinghai suddenly pushed her away.
"I thought of it!"
Fu Qinghai sat up abruptly and said.
"What are you thinking about?"
Sylvie knelt down beside him, looking puzzled.
"The color of the soul."
Fu Qinghai looked at Xierli and said seriously:
"I can see the colors of the souls of animals and plants. Animals are dark red, and plants are dark green, right? But compared to animal souls, plant souls, although widespread, are not as vivid and active. They are more like the background colors that set off animal souls, and people often overlook their existence."
"so what?"
Sylvie still looked completely bewildered.
"And the Soul Elixir is also green."
Fu Qinghai said earnestly, word by word:
“Plants, I think the key lies in plants. The Winged Goddess’s psychic ritual can summon the elixir of the soul, right? I guess if I can communicate with the souls of plants like I communicate with the souls of animals, I can summon the elixir of the soul.”
After saying that, Fu Qinghai lifted the tent flap, reached out and grabbed a handful of wild grass from the ground, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.
Unfortunately, Fu Qinghai got nothing.
Even if it mutates into a "soul drinker", the gene detection nerve cannot obtain information from the plant's genes.
Genetic detection neurons can certainly distinguish what kind of plant it is, whether it is poisonous or not, and what its nutritional value is, but tasting plants cannot provide the unique experience of tasting animals, which is similar to entering a subjective perspective—plants themselves do not possess the same perceptual abilities as animals.
Maybe I haven't eaten enough?
Fu Qinghai chewed and pondered at the same time:
Would eating plant seeds be more effective?
Theoretically, muscle cells and brain cells carry the same genetic material, but for gene detection neurons, eating brains is more effective than eating muscles. Is eating plant embryo cells also more effective than somatic cells?
"Uh……"
Sylvie seemed hesitant to speak.
"Actually, your learning speed is already fast enough."
In the end, she still expressed her opinion:
"You have mastered all the Force skills related to the God of Fangs within a week. You have surpassed all the genius witches in the history of Dathomir. You don't need to be so eager for quick success. Most of the Night Sisters spent two to three years to master the skills of communicating with the Winged Goddess. It may only be a matter of time before you can't summon the elixir."
However, none of the genius witches in Dassomir's history possessed the genetically modified nerve.
Fu Qinghai thought to himself.
By definition, both the Winged Goddess and the Fanged God share the divine duty of "reproduction and childbirth." They are gender-distinct gods, representing women and men respectively. Besides his constant hunting, Fu Qinghai has also been engaged in reproductive and childbirth-related activities with Xierli, which, in theory, is also a way to communicate with the Winged Goddess.
By the way... how about Siri?
Fu Qinghai then glanced at Sirri.
The witch's heart skipped a beat at the strange look in his eyes.
"Summon the elixir again and let me see."
Fu Qinghai suggested, resting his chin on his hand.
"Summoning the elixir is extremely energy-consuming."
Sylvie helplessly lay back down:
"I'm tired. I'll summon it for you tomorrow."
"can."
Fu Qinghai nodded and lay down as well.
……
The next morning, as soon as the sounds of birds and insects from the forest reached the tent, Fu Qinghai shook Xierli awake.
Sylvie rubbed her sleepy eyes, sat up, stretched, and revealed her beautiful figure.
After quickly washing up and tidying herself up, Sirri began to demonstrate the summoning of the Soul Elixir to Fu Qinghai once again.
The witch began to chant a spell in a low voice.
At the same time, they started making hand gestures.
The Book of the Sith mentions that ancient Sith warriors used complex incantations and hand gestures when casting Force spells, especially in Sith alchemy. However, in modern times, especially after microscopic observation of fibroma within cells, the research and development of the Force has entered a more scientific phase, and both Jedi and Sith have abandoned the incantations and hand gestures used to cast Force spells.
This is one of the reasons why both the Jedi and the Sith consider the Night Elf Sisters to be relatively primitive and backward. Even from the perspective of the history of religious development in the real world, the shamanistic belief in animism is, compared to polytheism and monotheism, a very primitive and rudimentary stage of religious belief.
However, the primitiveness and backwardness of the Dark Sisters' spellcasting habits does not necessarily mean that their understanding of the essence of the Force is also primitive and backward. In fact, they may have a deeper understanding. Fu Qinghai felt that the setting of the Winged Goddess and the Fang God sounded like "the son and daughter of Mortis's Taiyi," but without a "father," which is the original setting of the Force in the canon universe.
A wisp of green mist appeared at the witch's fingertips.
As she moved, her fingers traced patterns on the water.
Siri had demonstrated to Fu Qinghai how to summon the Soul Elixir many times. This time, Fu Qinghai was still focused on Siri, but the difference was that after Siri summoned the elixir, Fu Qinghai grabbed her arm and bit the witch's fingertip.
"Ah! What are you doing?"
After wincing in pain, Sirli withdrew his hand, clutching his bleeding fingertip, and glared at Fu Qinghai, angrily questioning him.
Fu Qinghai patiently savored the blood in his mouth; the "Soul Drinker" mutation had quietly taken effect.
"I see... I see!"
Fu Qinghai suddenly opened his eyes wide and said.
"You saw yourself turn into a vampire?"
Sylly retorted irritably.
"I see!"
Fu Qinghai turned to look at Xierli, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, pulled her in front of him, and kissed her hard.
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