Chapter 6, Derivative Secret Technique
"In the hundreds of years since I passed away, my Wind Clan has fallen to this."
"It doesn't matter, as long as the Feng family's bloodline is alive, there is still room for maneuver." Just now Feng Huang unintentionally peeked into Feng Yao's memory.
At this age, he has experienced stories that are beyond his age.
However, there is a sea of memory in the sea of Fengyao consciousness that even her powerful soul cannot pry into. That mysterious power has transcended time! Feng Yao stopped and walked along the way, and finally stopped at a fitness park.
Usually, ordinary old people come here to exercise and chat with birds.
Feng Yao found a remote pavilion and sat down.
"Feng Yao, take out that ring first." Feng Huang's sweet voice came into his mind.
After taking off the ring, Feng Yao put it in his pocket. After all, it was a "dead man's" thing and he didn't dare to wear it on his hand. After hearing what Feng Huang said, he took out the cracked ring.
"Is this a space ring? What good things are contained in it?" Feng Yao was a little curious.
Fenghuang did not answer his question, but turned into wisps of white mist and came out from between Fengyao's eyebrows.
The white mist transformed into the appearance of Feng Huang's peerless beauty.
"Hmph! It seems that you are not stupid enough to recognize your master even if you shed blood?" Feng Huang snorted coldly.
"What's your attitude? Don't dare to do anything to you just because you are my ancestor." Feng Yao suddenly looked like he was going to do something bad.
"Shameless! It's a good thing that your surname is Feng." Feng Huang was speechless looking at his wretched expression.
"Recognize the Lord by dripping blood? Is that so?" Following the words, Feng Yao bit his finger with his teeth and dripped blood on the ring.
"Huh? Why no response?" He stared at the ring in his left hand without any reaction.
I saw the shadow of the wind phoenix gradually shrinking, and finally turned into a small point of light blooming with white light! A small point of light flew into the center of the ring, and suddenly, the entire ring glowed red as if it were being set on fire.
The blood dripping from the wind enveloped the entire ring, and the white light blended into the blood and finally into the ring. The cracks on the ring were flowing with blood like wind agate, and the whole ring seemed to be coated with a layer of blood, full of weirdness.
"What are you doing?" Feng Yao looked at the changes in the ring in confusion.
"You and I have signed a soul contract. A body can only hold one soul. I can't rely on you in the sea of consciousness, right?"
"Only your blood can allow me to parasitize other objects. This ring happens to be good, and there are things I am familiar with in it," Fenghuang explained.
"Ring. Grandpa? Grandma? This..." Feng Yao couldn't believe it more and more, as if it was a dream.
Is this the tide turning and turning on me? "What are you thinking about? Don't you want to know what's in this?" He looked at him and said, stunned.
"What is it?" Feng Yao asked after coming back to his senses.
"I'll tell you if you change the soul contract to an equality contract."
"Tch! Who doesn't know how to draw a big cake? Does what's inside have anything to do with me?" Feng Yao curled his lips.
Feng Yao finally understood that this ancestor just wanted to trick him into changing the contract.
"I just observed you in your spiritual world. Don't you want your two death elements to recover quickly?"
"Do you have a solution?"
"No."
"Nothing." Fenghuang started playing riddles again.
"You don't want to talk!" "I have a secret method derived from magic. As long as you change the contract, I will teach it to you. How about it?" Fenghuang said proudly.
"The secret method of derivation?" Feng Yao couldn't help but fell into deep thought after hearing this sentence.
Didn’t Mo Fan realize derivative magic more than ten years later when he was under house arrest in the Holy City?And she was from more than 300 years ago Is it because of this that he was sealed underground for eternity? "Why do you have to change the contract into an equal contract? Instead of canceling the contract? Wouldn't this free you more?" Feng Yao was a little confused.
"Without a body, do you want my soul to return to heaven and earth? As long as I have a body." Fenghuang said.
That's it. Feng Yao nodded, thinking about something in his heart.
"How about you teach me the secret method of derivation, and I can help you find a suitable body?" Feng Yao said.
Hearing this, Feng Huang looked at Feng Yao with a dark face.
"It's hard to find the body needed for the forbidden curse. Besides, if you don't terminate the contract, I still have to obey your orders?"
"Forbidden spell." According to common sense, ordinary people would not know this realm of magic. Super level is the highest title of magic.
And is Feng Yao an ordinary person?Even if he didn't have the advantage of traveling through memories, how could he not know if he was born in the Feng family?
"Okay, I agree to modify the contract." Feng Yao pondered for a while. The most important thing at the moment was to restore his cultivation talent.
And the method of deriving magic can really change the situation of the entire magical world. An equal contract is still a contract, which is a good deal!
"Okay!" Fenghuang couldn't wait for a long time. It felt really bad to be controlled. An equal contract can only be signed when both parties are in the same situation, and the previous master-servant contract is directly abolished.
After revising the contract, Feng Yao put the ring with blood streaks on his hand. There was no sense of disobedience after wearing it, maybe because it had his blood flowing on it. "How should I call you in the future? I can't call you ancestor," Feng Yao said.
"What do you call me if you don't call me ancestor? I am your ancestor."
Fenghuang suddenly thought of an idea: "How about you become my teacher? I'll teach you magic, how about that?"
Feng Yao's head was covered with black lines, staring at Feng Huang's proud expression "Hey, you're a little over the top! I was your master just now, why do you want to be my teacher now?"
"If you don't become a disciple, how can I teach you magic?" Feng Huang said.
"How about I just make do with it? I don't think you are too old."
"Get out!" Feng Huang was really fed up with his wretched appearance. How could he have become such a scumbag?
"Just obey me, and I will resurrect you when the time comes, let's..."
Seeing how shameless he was, Feng Huang simply ignored him.
"Wait, it seems there is really a way to resurrect you!" Feng Yao suddenly thought of the stories imprinted in his memory. Although he forgot many details, these big stories were very profound! "Have you heard of the Greek Parthenon resurrection magic?" Feng Yao said.
"I've heard a little bit, is there really such a magic in the world?" Feng Huang asked.
"Yes, there is, but now is not the time."
"why?"
"The time has not come yet" cannot be said. The current Parthenon goddess may still be in school. "Can you predict the future?"
Feng Yao shook his head and said, "Yes and no."
"What if it can really be resurrected, as you said!" Fenghuang looked at him with firm eyes, as if he was extremely eager for resurrection, an instinctive desire! Feng Yao was a little surprised when she heard this sentence. She originally thought that she would remain reserved. Unexpectedly, it was nothing more than this. "Then you can remember this sentence. It's not bad to have such an immortal ancestor by your side."
Just as Feng Huang was about to say something, he was interrupted by Feng Yao: "Teach me the method of derivation quickly."
Feng Yao quietly sat cross-legged under the pavilion, listening to the secret method of derivation You have the manuscript in hand and you have the tickets~
(End of this chapter)