Chapter 9: A Physical Strength Comparable to a Fifth-Grade Demon Beast

  "Tian Can Nei Jia..."

  Looking at the pieces of clothing on the ground and the scattered fragments of Tian Can silk, Ling Qingyan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

  This Heavenly Silkworm Inner Armor, he had put it on early this morning, which was also his usual cautious habit. However, today, because of this caution, the Heavenly Silkworm Inner Armor ended up "dying before achieving success"! If Fan Yiran found out, wouldn't she scold Ling Qingwan to death? "Little junior brother, if I had known earlier that you would turn this 'Heavenly Silkworm Inner Armor' into fragments in just a short while, I wouldn't have given it to you!"

  "Uggghhh..."

  A faint cry sounded beside him, and Ling Qingyan felt that his ears and the sea of consciousness seemed to receive this sound at the same time. He turned back, squatted down, and stroked the black, smooth back of the small Tibetan Mastiff on the ground. It wasn't until then that Ling Qingyan discovered the change in the little Tibetan Mastiff, and he couldn't help but be shocked. "Is this still a Tibetan Mastiff? The longer fur all over its body has turned white..."

  At the same time, Ling Qing's heart moved slightly, "It seems that in the ancient secret book recording the 'Blood Covenant' of the ancient demon beast, it is also said that once a person and a demon beast sign a 'Blood Covenant', they can communicate through the most basic consciousness and achieve a tacit understanding!"

  Do as you wish, Ling Qingyan looked at the little Tibetan Mastiff and his spiritual consciousness was turbulent in the sea of consciousness. "Little thing, do you understand what I'm saying?"

  Having waited for half a day without seeing any reaction from Xiao Cangyuan, Ling Qingyan couldn't help but feel disappointed and was about to scold the person who wrote that secret book for speaking nonsense.

  "Hungry...... Hungry......"

  A tender and childish voice suddenly echoed from the depths of Ling Qingyan's consciousness, causing him to widen his eyes in surprise. He stared blankly at the little Tibetan Mastiff for a few seconds before reacting, taking out a plate of steaming hot meat slices from the storage ring and placing it in front of the dog.

  A plate of meat slices suddenly appeared in front of him, and Xiao Cang's eyes shone brightly as he drooled and stretched out his head to gnaw at it.

  "It's a good thing I prepared some food, otherwise this little Tibetan Mastiff would definitely not be able to eat dry rations," Ling Qingyan said with a smile, seemingly praising himself for his foresight.

  Last night after dinner, Ling Qingyan specially went to the kitchen and asked the kitchen staff to prepare some cooked food for him. He knew that time was standing still in his storage ring, so no matter how much cooked food he put inside, it wouldn't spoil. Before coming to the kitchen, he had even placed a multi-layered rack inside the storage ring.

  Ling Qingyan, because of the matter at Xing Tai a month ago, was recognized by the disciples in the kitchen, who didn't dare to slack off. They used almost all the ingredients available in the kitchen. With the efforts of several kitchen disciples, after more than three hours, they made hundreds of dishes, with a wide variety of types.

  At the same time, Qing Yan also swept away nearly half of the wine in the dining room!

  "Hungry...... Hungry......"

  The tender voice echoed again in the sea of consciousness, and Ling Qingyan turned his head to see that the small Tibetan mastiff had already swept away the previous plate of meat slices, even licking the plate clean. Ling Qingyan chuckled, but didn't get angry, and directly took out five more plates of meat slices from the Hundred Treasures Ring and placed them in front of the small Tibetan mastiff.

  Ling Qingyan shifted his attention to himself after glancing casually at the Tibetan Mastiff that was gnawing on a piece of meat.

  With a sudden burst of strength, his arms shot out and straightened, and then tensed up abruptly! In an instant, several thick, dragon-like veins appeared on the surface of Ling Qing's arms, throbbing slightly, as if containing infinite power.

  "This physical strength..."

  Ling Qing Yan never really cared about his current skin color. If he had a choice, he would actually prefer his current bronze-colored skin.

  Ling Qing's double pupils slightly furrowed, as if she had fallen into deep thought. However, her mouth still muttered to herself, "This physical strength, according to the records of that secret book, humans who have signed a blood contract will possess physical potential no less than that of the demon beast that initiated the blood contract. It must be known that demon beasts do not have what is called true power; they are strong solely because of their own physical strength... The more powerful the demon beast, the stronger its physical strength!"

  "Yao beasts, based on their physical strength, are also divided into seven levels by humans to better correspond to human ranks. First-level yao beast, second-level yao beast... all the way up to seventh-level yao beast! After seventh-level yao beast comes the legendary Zun-level yao beast! Zun-level yao beasts possess strength no less than that of a Zun-level warrior, and may even be... stronger!"

  According to the ancient book, humans who signed the Blood Contract would have their physical strength transformed with a breakthrough in True Power... Doesn't that mean my current physical strength is equivalent to that of a fifth-level demonic beast?! This...

  Ling Qingyan was completely shocked, and at the same time, he was filled with excitement. "With my current true strength, I can now unleash the full power of the Youming Long Sword, which has already reached the peak of a Blue Rank Warrior! Now, adding to that my own physical strength as a Fifth Level Yao Beast, even if it's still not comparable to that Purple Rank Initial Stage Warrior's power, it should be close enough!"

  Since learning that the Chongwu Continent was such a world, Ling Qingyan's pursuit of martial power has become even more determined. He knows that on this continent where the strongest are revered, only by possessing even stronger martial power can one have an extra trump card for self-protection.

  So, the stronger he is, the happier Ling Qingyan becomes!

  As he watched the small Tibetan Mastiff sweep away the numerous plates of meat on the ground, it still licked its tongue with an unsatisfied expression. Ling Qingyan couldn't help but be shocked, "This little thing, no bigger than a thumb, ate so many plates of meat, and judging by its appearance, it's not even full yet! What in the world is this demonic beast? There are already few canine demonic beasts, and none of them seem to be like this one..."

  He directly picked up the little Tibetan Mastiff from the ground, and Ling Qingyan smiled: "Little thing, let's go! Today, we're going to find an inn in the nearest city to stay!"

  "Uggghhh..."

  Surprisingly, when Ling Qingyan said he wanted to leave, the little Tibetan Mastiff let out a loud bark again, and its entire body struggled. At the same time, Ling Qingyan could also clearly feel the little Tibetan Mastiff's sad emotions from the sea of consciousness.

  Gently putting the little Tibetan Mastiff on the ground, Ling Qingyan couldn't help but ask: "Little guy, what's wrong? Don't you want to leave this place with me?"

  Through the blood contract, Xiao Cang also understood what Ling Qingyan meant, and shook his adorable little head. At this time, Ling Qingyan was even more shocked, and couldn't help but ask again: "Why is that? Can you tell me?"

  "Go...that...cave..."

  The tender voice sounded again, and in Ling Qingyan's sea of consciousness, it kept fluttering. Ling Qingyan furrowed his brow, for a moment completely unable to understand its meaning, "Leave? Didn't I just say we were leaving?"

  What? Cave?

  Ling Qingyan couldn't help but recall that when he first met the little Tibetan Mastiff, it had bitten his sleeve and seemed to want to pull him somewhere... Now, taking into account the dog's behavior, Ling Qingyan suddenly stared intently at the little Tibetan Mastiff, a flash of light in his eyes. "Little guy, where are you trying to take me? Is it the cave?"

  As he watched Xiao Cangou nodding non-stop, Ling Qingyan's heart was burning with excitement. At this moment, he still thought that Xiao Cangou was going to take him to find some treasure...

  Who would have thought that in searching for treasure, the little Tibetan mastiff's emotions would be so sorrowful.