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This means that the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, with a cultivation level of ten thousand years, is capable of challenging a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast!
He pondered for a moment, noting the tiger's presence in his mind, deciding to leave it for later.
Upon returning to his room, Dongfang Jing went directly into the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors.
The sacrifice of this Illusionary Crystal Butterfly changed the initial form of his Martial Soul, and his more than 40,000 years of cultivation also directly increased his Soul Power to level 42.
But he was more concerned about what new changes would occur in the Hall of a Thousand Mirrors.
Looking around, no new doors appeared on the mirror, nor were any new abilities born.
But when he concentrated his mental energy, he discovered that a blue-pink gradient mark was gradually being imprinted on the mirror surface of the wall, and the pattern was the Illusionary Crystal Butterfly.
Then he saw more marks.
A silver-gray leopard, a sky-blue hedgehog, and a black orca.
These are clearly the spirit beasts corresponding to his first three spirit rings.
As he focused his mind, more imprints appeared:
The Emerald Swan, the Fiery Lion, the Silver Needle Poison Bee, and the Fluorescent Deer were all guardian spirit beasts he had fought and sparred with in this forest.
Once the mental energy was withdrawn, the emblems disappeared.
He tried many times and found that they would only appear when he concentrated his mind.
"But what's the use of all this?" Dongfang Jing was completely bewildered and couldn't understand at all.
He tried various methods, but could not figure out the purpose of these branded emblems.
But he believed that the Hall of Mirrors wouldn't give him any useless abilities.
It seems that we can only wait and explore this further in the future.
As soon as Dongfang Jing left the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors, he heard a clear and urgent shout.
"Dongfang Jing! Dongfang Jing! Where have you gone?"
The three-eyed golden lion looked around and found that he had suddenly disappeared after returning, and its presence could not be sensed.
The boy chuckled to himself; it seemed this little guy really considered him a very important friend.
Dongfang Jing felt the same way.
He had very few friends, almost none, but he was still grateful to the Three-Eyed Golden Lion for keeping him company.
"Little mirror, how is it?" Brigitte's gentle question came from beside him.
Dongfang Jing turned his head and found that Biji had entered his room at some point and was sitting on his bed.
He didn't mind and walked up to his master, just about to explain the latest situation in the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors.
Brigitte reached out and pulled him to sit down on the edge of the bed.
Then she gently supported his head and let him rest his head on her lap.
A familiar, soft touch came from behind my head, and in front of me were two rather magnificent mountain peaks.
The sweet fragrance wafted into his nostrils, and a hint of unease flashed across Dongfang Jing's face, but he did not resist.
"Master, what are you doing?" he asked deliberately.
Brigitte gently stroked his hair and smiled, "You've been practicing forging so hard lately, while also diligently cultivating, and you even wash and massage my feet every night. You must be exhausted, right? Here's a little reward for you~ Don't you like it?"
"I like it. Then this disciple will not stand on ceremony." Dongfang Jing answered honestly, then closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the peace.
Chapter 123 The Three-Eyed Golden Lion Asks, Ah Yin Asks, Bi Ji Asks
Bed.
Looking at her disciple's serene face with a smile, Brigitte gently stroked his cheek.
Those emerald green eyes were so gentle they seemed to overflow with tenderness.
"Dongfang Jing! I've found you?"
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion jumped in through the open window and was stunned by the sight of the two.
Brigitte put a finger to her lips, making a "shh" gesture.
The three-eyed golden lion blinked its three eyes repeatedly, looking at the back of Dongfang Jing's head, then at Bi Ji's long legs, and finally down at itself.
Feelings of inferiority and jealousy welled up inside me.
It subconsciously examined Brigitte's face, then shook its head violently.
Then it jumped onto the bed, stared at the lightly sleeping Dongfang Jing, and pressed its forehead against his.
However, no memory images came back.
Dongfang Jing was not a deep sleeper to begin with, and was woken up by the fluffy head nuzzling him.
He asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Is there something you want to ask?"
He thought to himself:
'Why does this little guy want to see my memories again?'
"Um, well," the Three-Eyed Golden Lion hesitated for a moment before asking, "What kind of girl do you like?"
"Cough cough." Dongfang Jing choked on his own saliva and coughed repeatedly. "Say it again?"
"Hey! What kind of girl do you like? Describe it in detail!"
"Are you serious?" he asked again.
But then he saw the three-eyed golden lion gradually revealing its ferocious nature, so he quickly raised his hand to signal it not to act rashly.
Dongfang Jing lay on his back, stroking his chin in thought, his gaze inadvertently meeting that of Bi Ji.
Brigitte tilted her head and hummed in response.
Actually, she had also secretly pricked up her ears, very curious about her disciple's answer.
A little embarrassed, Dongfang Jing whispered, "A rather gentle woman, perhaps?"
Upon hearing this, Brigitte's heart skipped a beat.
The three-eyed golden lion, however, was a beat slower, and its little face fell.
But it didn't give up and pressed on: "It's not personality, it's appearance, looks!"
Dongfang Jing, who has never been in a relationship, has not really thought about this carefully. "I would definitely like someone as good-looking as possible, as long as they are not too ugly. But the most important thing is that we can get along and have a good relationship."
Hearing this, the three-eyed golden lion's eyes lit up again, and it persisted, "Then what color hair do you like? Red? Yellow?"
'Isn't there a normal color?' Dongfang Jing thought to himself.
But then I thought about it again, and there are many people with colorful hair on this continent, so it doesn't look strange. He himself is still silver-white.
"Anything is fine, but it has to match the other person's face and temperament."
"What's their body type? Fat or thin? Tall or short?"
'You're still asking?'
Dongfang Jing felt something was off. Was this a blind date arranged for her?
"Disciple, just answer honestly." Seeing that Dongfang Jing didn't want to talk, Biji gently pinched his cheek. "If there's a chance, your master can help you find one."
That's what she said, but she wouldn't actually go looking for someone.
It's mainly because she herself wants to know.
Dongfang Jing's eyes widened.
Wait a minute, why isn't Master on my side?
After being "interrogated" by them,
Dongfang Jing fled his room as if he were escaping.
He went outside and took a few deep breaths of fresh air.
He probed the Gemini Star Vortex with his soul power and found a letter from his younger sister, Dongfang Yao. He then went to the wooden table outside and took out paper and pen.
In the letter,
Dongfang Yao complained that Professor Chenxin's Seven Kill Sword Technique was too difficult and did not suit her style, making her training very difficult.
Dongfang Jing pondered the reason, muttering, "The Seven Kill Sword is all about killing, so its swordsmanship must also be inseparable from killing intent. But Yao'er..."
He couldn't help but recall his sister's innocent and adorable appearance; she didn't seem like a decisive and ruthless person at all.
Just as he was about to write a few words of encouragement, a steaming bowl of nutritious porridge was gently placed on the wooden table.
Looking up, she saw Ah Yin handing her a spoon and asking softly, "Would you like to try some?"
Dongfang Jing hummed in agreement: "Thank you."
Ah Yin sat beside him, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, and quietly watched him drink the porridge.
She couldn't help but ask curiously, "Aren't you afraid I'll poison you?"
Dongfang Jing shook his head: "I'm not afraid."
Of course he wasn't afraid. His master cared about him so much, she must have sensed everything that was happening here.
Even if he were truly poisoned, Brigitte could cure him.
"Mmm, it's delicious!" Dongfang Jing praised sincerely.
In this remote mountain forest, he cooks all his meals by himself, and he's gotten tired of eating the same things. It's nice to occasionally try someone else's cooking.
“I’ve lived in the human world for many years and I’m quite interested in cooking, so I can cook some dishes. But I’ve never eaten the dishes you usually cook, such as braised pork or sweet and sour pork ribs.”
"Of course! These are classic home-style dishes passed down from our ancestors!"
Dongfang Jing thought to himself.
Would you like to learn?
"Is it okay? Don't you hate me?"
Ah Yin is really strange. This child has no prejudice against her, cooks for her, furnishes her room, speaks respectfully, and even calls her "Sister Ah Yin".