Volume 1: Life is Like First Sight Chapter 134: It's Called a Storage Bag!

  Su Ming grasped He Feng and unfolded his full speed in the rain forest, swallowing Nan Li San's healing medicine while rushing forward. It wasn't until a whole day had passed that he finally slowed down.

  The deeper into the rainforest, the more crisis existed. On his way here, Su Ming saw several plants and ferocious beasts that made his scalp numb, fortunately he was extremely fast and managed to avoid them from afar.

  In this endless rainforest, Su Ming still couldn't find the small mountain, no cave to rest in, but here there were many large trees, some of which were as thick as ten people could encircle.

  After finding a tree of this size, Su Ming hollowed out the trunk to form a habitable space, unfolded the red grass mat, placed He Feng aside, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes to heal his wounds.

  But as he was nursing his wounds, he held a stone coin in his hand, maintaining his branding technique, enveloping the surrounding hundred feet, cautiously vigilant.

  As the sky gradually darkened and the outside turned pitch black, Su Ming opened his eyes, gazing gloomily at He Feng who was still unconscious beside him.

  His whole body was covered with medicinal herbs, if he were placed in this rainforest, it would be like a plant, even if someone passed by, it would be difficult to recognize that this is a living dead person.

  Su Ming stared at He Feng for a long time, then pointed to the center of He Feng's eyebrows. Immediately, a faint, dim glow floated out from the center of He Feng's eyebrows. This glow would have been invisible if Su Ming hadn't used the Branding Technique.

  But at this moment, in his eyes, he clearly saw that in the dim light, there was a small person. This little person's appearance was exactly like He Feng, but at this moment, He Feng had a terrified face, his body trembling, and he kept kowtowing to Su Ming, with a very obvious intention of begging for mercy.

  "I originally wanted you to feel no pain, and after my refinement, I would die, but your revenge, I will help you... But now, I have changed my mind." Su Ming slowly opened his mouth.

  That little man trembled more violently, with a look of terror on his face, and opened his mouth. Suddenly, in Su Ming's mind, there was a faint, gentle voice that came drifting by.

  "Brother Xu, spare my life! He Feng knows he was wrong, this time he really was wrong. Please give me another chance, Brother Xu, just one more chance!" He Feng's voice was weak, but the pleading in his words was very strong.

  "Give me a reason not to kill you!" Su Ming's right hand rose, and on his index finger, a thread of the Seal of Imprisonment technique condensed.

  Seeing Su Ming's actions, He Feng immediately let out a sharp cry. His numerous encounters with Su Ming had all ended in him suffering greatly, and he already had a deep-seated fear of Su Ming. Adding to that was the ominous look on Su Ming's face at this moment, which made him feel as if disaster was looming over his head.

  "Xu brother, you... if you kill me, then you won't get the treasure. The location of the treasure I told you before was false..."

  Su Ming gazed coldly at He Feng, his right index finger slowly pointing towards him. The slow movement of his action created an even stronger pressure on He Feng, a pressure that was like the difference between life and death. This pressure caused He Feng's conviction to collapse, and he could feel that the young man in front of him seemed different from when he first saw him, as if he had grown up a lot mentally after experiencing these things.

  "Don't kill me, I'll give you the treasure, all of it... and I know some secrets about the ancestral temple of Mount Huan's ancestors that even the three tribes don't fully understand..." He Feng spoke quickly, but Su Ming's index finger didn't stop, now less than seven inches away from him.

  Under this invisible pressure, He Feng revealed a desperate look and immediately spoke again.

  "I know the correct way to use this red grass... I also know the secret of that mask, I... I... I am useful to you, I know the relationship between the three tribes in Handan City and their important figures."

  I still have a house in Handan City, and there is also a cave mansion nearby, very secluded, no one can find it, I'll give it all to you... I... The words were already incoherent, trembling as he looked at Su Ming's fingers, getting closer and closer, now only three inches apart.

  "I've been through more than you, I can help you, I know everything around here, with my help, you'll be like a fish in water..." He Feng's voice was almost a shout, his eyes closed in despair. Su Ming's fingers stopped just an inch from his body.

  "I don't believe you." Su Ming said slowly.

  He Feng immediately opened his eyes, and a desire for life flashed in his eyes, as if Su Ming's words at this moment were the last straw he grasped before death, and he couldn't let go.

  "You trust me, I can acknowledge you as my master, this is very easy for you... You condense the Seal of Imprint into a single point, imprint it on me, and after merging with me, I will only become a part of your Seal of Imprint. With just a thought, you can kill me, and I won't be able to resist."

  And I'm about to enter the Kai Chen realm. Your help is crucial, we can go kill Xuan Lun and use his body as a master to refine a puppet... I...

  Before He Feng could finish speaking, Su Ming suddenly pointed and pressed his finger on the brow of the small, dim figure that He Feng had transformed into. In He Feng's mournful cry, the small, dim figure quickly faded away, and after a few breaths, it would disperse. Once dispersed, He Feng would truly be dead. Even if his body still had vitality, in reality, this world would no longer have He Feng as a person.

  "It's come to this and you still want to harm me!" Su Ming said with a gloomy tone.

  "I didn't... this time I really didn't..." The words grew weaker and weaker amidst the mournful cries, her dim light fading away more than half, a bitter expression on her face, slowly closing her eyes.

  Just as the faint light of the little person was about to disperse completely, Su Ming's eyes flashed and he condensed a point of branding technique, merging it in.

  The transformed spirit of the little man immediately stabilized from dispersing, his expression showing pain, but in his opened eyes was a mixture of surprise and yearning for life. He did not resist, allowing the fusion to occur. After a brief moment, when the transformed spirit had stabilized, he knelt before Su Ming, his expression showing reverence.

  At the same time, a thought emerged in Su Ming's mind, this thought seemed to be connected with the gentle breeze, and as long as he willed it, he could completely erase it.

  "I know you're not resigned to it." Su Ming gazed at the gentle and elegant little person, speaking slowly.

  "Little man... I dare not..." He Feng smiled bitterly, looking at Su Ming, and lowered his head again.

  "I can give you a chance. If you help me wholeheartedly, I will give you freedom after a hundred years." Su Ming said calmly, looking at He Feng.

  He Feng heard this and suddenly lifted his head, looking at Su Ming.

  "Is what you're saying true?"

  "You and I have no deep hatred, from start to finish it's always been you calculating me, I've always been resisting, why do you want to deceive me." Su Ming said coldly.

  His face was calm and silent, his heart bitter, but a moment later his eyes showed determination.

  "Master, take out the mask from my storage bag... This mask is an imitation of our ancestors', though it can't compare to the real thing. However, once worn and the Seal Imprint technique is activated, there's no need to hold a spirit stone."

  "Storage bag? Spirit stone?" Su Ming was taken aback.

  "It's no wonder the master didn't know, as that bag is rarely recognized by anyone. I also only knew about it from our clan's ancient records, which said it was a treasure left behind by our ancestors called a storage pouch."

  "As for the Ling Stone, it's our tribe's stone currency." He Feng explained beside him.

  Su Ming looked at He Feng for a moment, then took out the purple bag from his bosom and pulled out the mask from inside.

  "The master was indeed cautious, if you had put on this mask before..." He Feng smiled wryly and said frankly, although he didn't finish speaking, Su Ming already understood. He saw He Feng lift his right hand with some effort, touch the mask, and suddenly the mask also emitted a faint glow at the brow point. The faint glow was absorbed by He Feng in one breath, causing his dull body to quickly become plump."

  "Also, Master, please take out another red spirit stone from your storage bag." He Feng said softly.

  "What is your current appearance?" Su Ming didn't take it out immediately, but looked at He Feng and slowly spoke.

  I'm not quite sure, but this is the result of long-term practice of the branding technique. In the classics left by our ancestors, it was mentioned that such a state is called the spiritual body. Although it's very weak, only those who have opened up the dust boundary through practicing the branding technique can possess it.

  If one reaches the Bone Sacrifice Realm, the cultivator of this branding technique will have a spiritual body within their physical body that is called a Spiritual Infant. If they can further strengthen it and reach the legendary Barbaric Soul Realm, then it can be called the Primordial Spirit.

  "It's a pity that many of the classics were taken away by Sanbu back then, and the remaining ones were also seized by Xuanlun. Otherwise, the master could have taken a look himself." He Feng said in a low voice.

  "You want that red spirit stone, what's its use?" Su Ming hesitated for a moment, his eyes icy cold.

  "Don't worry, master. Since I've decided to acknowledge you as my master and we have a hundred-year agreement, I won't betray you. I want the red spirit stone to merge it into my spiritual body, using its power to reunite with this mask once again. After that, master can use the seal technique without needing to hold the spirit stone. Just replace it with another one when the red spirit stone is exhausted."

  Moreover, this mask has the effect of changing one's breath. I've only used it twice, and both times the people who saw me have already been killed by me. Even if Master wears it, there's no need to worry about being recognized as related to me.

  "I can also rely on this mask to provide my experienced assistance to the master." The gentle words were very logical, and it was clear that she had recovered from her previous panic collapse and once again became the gentle breeze with a deep mind.

  Su Ming's eyes flashed, staring at He Feng, and after a long time, he suddenly spoke up.

  "No need, I'm used to wielding the stone currency. As for this mask, I have other uses for it. And as for your dwelling place..." Su Ming's right hand rose into the air and waved, immediately summoning a large number of Moon Wing Souls. These Moon Wing Souls were invisible to outsiders, but He Feng saw them after they appeared, his expression changing instantly. However, he didn't dare resist, allowing those Moon Wing Souls to encircle him, forming a tight seal before suddenly pulling him into Su Ming's body.

  There are many Moon Wing Souls present, and Su Ming is not afraid of what waves He Feng will stir up. Moreover, through the seal of these Moon Wing Souls, Su Ming can completely cut off He Feng's connection with the outside world, making it impossible for him to discover some secrets.

  After all this, Su Ming's face showed fatigue. These days, the scenes with He Feng made Su Ming feel not only physically but also mentally exhausted.