Chapter 168: A Mountain Of Corpses?
When the light died down, Shirong looked around at the army of Hard Eared Limber Mice that were staring at them.
~Scree~
But in the next moment chaos broke as they all started to run after him. Shirong quickly swung the Immortal Crystal Armament and killed the ones that were the closest to him. This time the Hard Eared Limber Mice were attacking him in a random manner, and their coordination was completely gone.
‘This should make it a bit easier…’ Shirong thought.
A second later, Lin Wu started to give him a part of the spirit qi he had obtained and Shirong quickly absorbed it while defending against the incessant attacks of the Hard Eared Limber Mice. At this point fighting the Hard Eared Limber Mice had become a joke.
All Shirong had to do was keep on attacking in a circular radius and the Hard Eared Limber Mice kept on getting killed. Whatever substance that had affected them had taken away their sense of fear and death. They would keep on attacking him without stopping.
The death of the three Hard Eared Limber Mice kings had taken away the majority of danger from them, as they could no longer function together. Perhaps if they were in normal condition, they would have been able to communicate well, but now it was all for naught.
~Slash~
~shua~
~woosh~
Shirong fought tirelessly as Lin Wu also absorbed the spirit qi and vital energy from the piles of blood and gore that were accumulating near them now. For the first time, the spear body of Lin Wu was drenched in blood.
It took Shirong an entire three hours before the last of the Hard Eared Limber Mice were killed.
If a commoner were to see this scene right now, they would think that they were in hell. There were piles of unrecognizable corpses, pieces of flesh, guts, and bones everywhere. If it were not for the red fur of the Hard Eared Limber Mice, it would have even been impossible to tell what these remains belonged to.
~huu~
Shirong took labored breaths as he felt tired from the long battle. He had to admit that this was perhaps one of the most difficult ones he had been through till now. Even the trials of his clan were not as difficult as what he had gone through.
~sigh~
“Now to absorb them…” Shirong muttered and was about to use the Immortal Crystal armament to absorb the spirit qi when an idea appeared in his mind.
“Dammit, the exhaustion is making me dumb! I just need to gather all the remains together…” Shirong cursed.
He stabbed the spear into the ground and freed his hands.
~Huu~
Taking a deep breath, Shirong stimulated the spirit qi within his body. He then spread his hands wide as they glowed with a green hue. Wind attribute spirit qi appeared on his palms as he teen flicked them outward.
~Swoosh~
Two orbs of wind attribute spirit qi went to the corners of the battlefield before starting to spin. It was as if they were chasing each other and picking up all that was in their way.
Shirong had to fully concentrate on this task as he manipulated the wind orbs to create a gale. He created two more wind orbs near his body and manipulated them to spin as well. This way two opposing forces were created that were unidirectional.
The orbs in the outer part pushed the remains of the Hard Eared Limber Mice, while the orbs in the inner part pulled them in like a vacuum.
~Woosh~
A few minutes later, a circular wall of corpses and remains was piled around Shirong. He stopped after everything of relevance was accumulated and then looked at his handiwork.
“This should make it much easier…” Shirong muttered before picking up the spear that was stabbed into the ground beside him and then inserting it into the pile of corpses.
This time even Lin Wu had to admit that this was a much more efficient way of absorbing the spirit qi and vital energy. He couldn’t even imagine how long it would take Shirong to absorb the resources from all the corpses if he did it one by one.
~Ding~
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SPIRIT QI OBTAINED: 869 Units [liquid spirit qi]
VITAL ENERGY OBTAINED: 478 Units
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SPIRIT QI OBTAINED: 457 Units [liquid spirit qi]
VITAL ENERGY OBTAINED: 698 Units
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SPIRIT QI OBTAINED: 1169 Units [liquid spirit qi]
VITAL ENERGY OBTAINED: 145 Units
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SPIRIT QI OBTAINED: 2485 Units [liquid spirit qi]
VITAL ENERGY OBTAINED: 994 Units
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A long string of notifications popped up as Lin Wu kept on absorbing spirit qi and vital energy from all of the remains of the beasts. This process actually took longer than it took Shirong to gather all the corpses together.
Shirong was thrilled with the massive amount of spirit qi being poured into him. He had already reached the amount needed to break through to the Nascent Soul realm, but he still kept on absorbing it.
“HAAHAH! Finally, that technique can be used!” Shirong laughed out in joy.
He sat down cross legged with his right hand on the spear. His left hand formed a string of mudras as the spirit qi that was absorbed into his dantian started to stir. It flowed into his meridians, forming a new qi circuit.
~ding~
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NEW PARAMETERS DETECTED: New Spirit qi circuit being formed in the subject.
ANALYSIS INITIATED: Observing new spirit qi circuit.
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Only when a new notification informed Lin Wu of what was happening did he realize that Shirong was using a different cultivation technique now. He was happy, as this would mean the system would get to observe and record the entire process from the very start.
This way it wouldn’t have to extrapolate data and would get the actual data instead. It would also help in speeding up its task of analyzing cultivation techniques.
Lin Wu was still absorbing the spirit qi and vital energy from the beast corpses and was not even halfway done. If this was one singular beast it would have been much faster for him, but since it was a mixture of many, the system had to do it manually.
Still, them being together in contact helped the process as well.
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