Target: Black Feather Crow
Physique: 8.9
Spirit: 0.9
Status: Low-Level Transcendent Creature.
Abilities: Iron Claws, Steel Skin
Evaluation: Harak was once a mortal bird, but now it possesses claws sharp enough to shatter steel, defense capable of withstanding all mortal sharp weapons, and swift speed, making it excellent among low-level Transcendent Creatures.
Its black feathers were incredibly hard, as if molded from metal.
Wang Ya tapped it with his hand, and the deep ‘thump, thump’ sound proved its powerful defense.
Excluding its wingspan, its size was not much different from a small calf.
“Caw, caw, caw!”
Harak rubbed its head against Wang Ya’s hand, its blood-red eyes showing fear.
Daily particle energy nourishment made Harak incredibly close to Wang Ya.
When stepping into the Transcendent realm, intelligence would improve to a certain extent, and that transformation was not simple, with a certain probability of failure leading to death.
“Little fellow, don’t be afraid. No, you should be a big fellow now, relax a little.”
Wang Ya stroked Harak’s head. A physique even stronger than a giant bear or a wild ox rubbing against your chest, if it were an ordinary person, they would have been knocked to the ground, perhaps even breaking a few ribs.
And the Wizard’s particle energy, from the moment it was born in the body, constantly influenced the flesh, guided and manipulated by spiritual power, developing in an orderly and beneficial direction.
Capturing a fierce tiger bare-handed, or shattering the city gate of a mortal city with one punch, were very simple matters for a Wizard.
Physique was never a Wizard’s weakness.
Wang Ya could easily withstand Harak’s great strength.
If a pet’s cooing, accepting caresses, turned into an attacking bite, then the situation would be fundamentally different.
Harak was extremely comfortable being stroked, almost nuzzling into Wang Ya’s embrace and chirping, but it didn’t notice the subtle gaze that had been on it, instantly solidifying.
A needle-like puncture, piercing deep into the fragile consciousness of its mind, blossoming into a result.
“Caw, caw, caw,” Harak’s pupils raged, its struggle ending in just one second, resulting in deep, bone-deep claw marks on Wang Ya’s chest.
A huge laceration, accompanied by blood flowing, stretched from his collarbone to the end of his ribs.
Fortunately, it did not injure his internal organs; for him, it was just a superficial wound that would heal in ten days to half a month.
Slightly bad luck, Wang Ya raised an eyebrow. The Eye of Truth’s calculations for Harak’s reaction had eight possible outcomes, and most of them indicated he wouldn’t be injured, at most just disheveled.
Wang Ya’s subcutaneous flesh and blood tissue quickly stopped bleeding and scabbed over, leaving prominent scars on his chest that made him look somewhat fierce.
This was one of the benefits of particle energy influencing the flesh: controlling the body’s metabolism to a certain extent.
“The Seed of consciousness has completely transformed into a consciousness imprint, allowing me to freely control Harak’s actions and life or death, and share its perspective.”
A faint arc appeared at the corner of Wang Ya’s mouth.
The probability of cultivated creatures betraying their masters was very small in Wizard history, but it did exist.
Wang Ya would not allow any possible accident to occur.
What he possessed must be completely controlled; caution represented safety.
The pursuit of truth was a long process, and many Wizards who fell along the way regretted tiny mistakes.
The room was a mess, with traces of violent destruction on the desk and walls.
Harak was curled up in a corner, its blood-red pupils reflecting Wang Ya’s approaching figure with fear.
Wang Ya reached out, in a stroking gesture, and Harak, who had been on high alert, immediately felt an irresistible longing in its heart.
Being stroked by its master again, Harak gradually relaxed its body, its blood-red pupils showing joy. The concept of ‘master’ had just been born; the master in front of it was the best person in the world to it, and it must obey its master’s commands at all times.
“Go, go out and forage for yourself.”
Opening the window, a ray of sunlight broke through the cloud gaps, bringing light to the dark world, and Harak’s figure merged into it.
Transcendent Creatures stood at the top of the food chain, hunting ordinary sea beasts with ease.
The salty sea breeze brushed against Wang Ya’s fair cheeks. “It’s almost time, Green Forest. I will try all three methods mentioned by Tuta Wizard.”
Holding the wooden box, his eyes held a deep gaze.
A green-haired girl vaguely appeared on the knuckle, her serene face barely discernible, her green eyes slightly dull.
At the bow of the Wizard Ship, in the shadows, Tuta Wizard quietly watched the ebb and flow of the dark currents of the sea, then glanced at the Transcendent Black Feather Crow soaring in the sky, letting out a sigh: “As expected, we’ve been targeted.”
They hadn’t been able to shake off their pursuers for half a month; the other party’s objective was very clear, targeting the Wizard Ship with absolute malice.
“I wonder how many of these little fellows will still be left.”
He had already released his aura, and the current result proved that the one targeting the Wizard Ship was an existence of the same level.
From Level 1 to Level 3 Wizard Apprentice, followed by Limit Wizard Apprentice, his strength level belonged to the last category.
As for higher… that was another level, the top of the pyramid, the high and mighty decision-makers.
Tuta Wizard slowly took out a bottle of purple liquid shimmering with water-like luster from the sleeve of his black robe, and a hint of coldness appeared on his old, wrinkled face.
He wasn’t so old that he couldn’t move anymore!
“Greetings, Newcomers, welcome to today’s Wizard Exchange Meeting. Luo Weina will be today’s speaker, sharing his understanding and experience of Wizard Meditation.”
The Wizard Newcomers clustered around the four most talented Newcomers.
The brown-haired, freckled young man stepped forward; he was Luo Weina.
“Let’s give him a round of applause,” Arthur said loudly, even though it was Luo Weina’s experience sharing, the center of this alternative stage still seemed to be his.
“I might not speak well, please bear with me,” Luo Weina said shyly.
“We believe in you, Luo Weina. Your talent is top-notch, and you must understand Wizard Meditation more thoroughly than us.”
“We are really looking forward to your experience sharing. Luo Weina, speak with confidence.”
The Wizard Newcomers praised and cheered.
Ossen, with his purple hair and somewhat neutral appearance, seeing such a scene, also patted Luo Weina’s shoulder.
He whispered, “As one of our four, your talent has earned our recognition. These ordinary Newcomers are destined to look up to you, so go up and speak boldly.”
Luo Weina was pushed to the front of the stage, and the speech he had prepared for several nights was forgotten completely; he started to stammer.
The joy, anticipation, and goodwill on every Newcomer’s face gave Luo Weina more encouragement and confidence, and he spoke more and more smoothly.
Wang Ya glanced at them indifferently, then focused on the food in front of him.
A senior kindergarten class teaching a junior kindergarten class—this analogy couldn’t be more apt.
After breakfast, Wang Ya returned to his room, his eyes glowing with fine blue light.
This time, the Eye of Truth was looking at his own information.
Note: Due to mourning during the day and funeral arrangements, updates will be late these few days.