Early the next morning.

After breakfast, Feng Qi asked for leave from the Lord of Mist and left the Old School.

At eight o'clock in the morning, they arrived at a slaughterhouse in the North District of Old City.

Even though he had already thought about agreeing to the recruitment of the Psychic Tribe, the Mist Lord still wanted to restore his strength as much as possible before joining to prevent unexpected emergencies.

After paying and getting out of the car, what appeared in front of them was a modern processing plant.

The roads here are clean, and you can see transport vehicles constantly driving out of the factory, sending processed goods to different locations in the North District.

Feng Qi looked curiously at the other side of the slaughtering factory.

Many tents were set up there, and wisps of cooking smoke rose from an iron pot in front of the tents. The strong smell of meat blew in the wind, and many figures in ragged clothes could be seen chatting or playing around nearby.

They may seem destitute, but these people's faces are filled with smiles, and they seem to be extremely satisfied with the life in front of them.

"They are a group of human scavengers recently accepted by the Old City. They are temporarily placed here and are supported by this slaughterhouse. They eat here and wait for death in a meaningless manner." The Lord of Mist introduced at this time.

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After hearing these words, Feng Qi looked at these scavengers carefully.

Then a smile appeared on his face:

"Look how happy they are."

"What's the use of being happy? It's just a waste of time." The Lord of Mist shook his head.

"If they can find happiness in wasting time, they are truly using and enjoying time. Working hard for the rise of the race like you is a waste of time, even if you have no choice."

The Lord of the Mist heard this and was about to retort, but suddenly realized something.

After thinking briefly, he couldn't help but nod:

"You are right, it is a waste of time to rise up for the race, but the ultimate goal is to let the people enjoy the time...Aqi, you see further than me."

"I just said it casually, don't take it seriously. If everyone chooses to enjoy time, there will be no hope for a race. The pioneers who carry forward the burden are the future of a race." Feng Qi grinned, and then looked at it.

To the slaughterhouse:

"Let's go."

The Lord of Mist heard this and nodded immediately.

The two then arrived at the entrance of the slaughterhouse, and after providing their reservation information, they were released.

After discussing with the person in charge and ordering a batch of blood food, the Lord of Mist paid the deposit, and then the two returned to the old school.

Next, the blood food will be sent to the old school by transport vehicle.

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In the next few days, Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist began to wait for Hei Xuan's return.

Regarding the mysterious disappearance of Hei Xuan, the class had been discussing it for a while, but the senior officials of the old school seemed very undecided.

Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist were not surprised by this.

The entire Old City is already operating under the control of the Psychic Tribe. It is not a problem at all to force transfer students into the Old School. As for the disappearance of Hei Xuan, there is no need to explain too much to the senior officials of the Old School.

Just give a reason.

A week passed quickly.

On this day, Hei Xuan's figure appeared again in the old school.

After a brief conversation, they arrived at the Mist Lord's dormitory, and were then transported to the mysterious area again.

When his vision returned to clarity, what appeared in front of Feng Qi was a familiar scene.

The towering golden energy tree in the center of the square, the transparent crystal ground beneath your feet, and the energy transmission equipment squirming like blood vessels in the sky... Not only is the air rich in spiritual energy, but the quality of the spiritual energy is also extremely high. It is definitely a treasured place for cultivation.

The difference was that there was a pool of blood-colored liquid not far in front of the teleportation platform they were on.

At this moment, Hei Xuan smiled and looked at the Lord of Mist:

"Absorbing the blood from this pool is enough to completely restore your strength, and even gain considerable improvement. This is a meeting gift from my psychic clan to you... Chief of the Mist Clan, you are a smart man, make your choice, right?"

At this time, the Lord of the Mist obviously had no intention of hiding his thoughts. After all, if he did not agree at this time, the Psychic Tribe would obviously not be able to negotiate patiently anymore.

He nodded at this time and said:

"Okay, I agree to serve your psychic tribe for a period of time, but there is a prerequisite."

Hearing these words, Hei Xuan frowned slightly, but finally nodded and said:

"Say what you want."

"My brother Feng Qi also wants to join the psychic clan with me."

Hei Xuan heard this and turned to look at Feng Qi who was standing aside, then nodded without hesitation:

"No problem, but our clan will not waste any resources on waste."

Fengqi:@%!&x?

Hearing Hei Xuan's unabashed scolding of himself as a waste, Feng Qi's mentality exploded. He wanted to transform into his blood source form on the spot, press Hei Xuan to the ground, rub him hard, and then punch his head off with a punch.

But he was just thinking about it.

After all, if you take a step back, you will gain more information, but if you take a step further, you will die young.

He understands this.

"My brother is not weak, I think you can try to train him." The Lord of Mist couldn't help but frown at this moment, looked at Hei Xuan and said in a deep voice.

"If it can be proven that he has potential, we will naturally be willing to support his growth." Hei Xuan said with a smile.

The Lord of Mist turned to look at Feng Qi at this moment:

"Aqi, how about it?"

The situation has developed to this point, so Feng Qi naturally couldn't hide it anymore, so he nodded immediately and said:

"Okay, how to prove it."

Hei Xuan looked at Feng Qi with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, then smiled and said:

"I am your target, use your strongest means to attack me."

"You won't blame me if I destroy the buildings here, right?" Feng Qi's eyes changed at this moment.

"Come on." Hei Xuan nodded immediately.

At this time, the Lord of Mist retreated one after another and distanced himself.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Qi decisively activated his blood source talent.

Suddenly, the beating frequency of the heart began to accelerate, like a war drum beating, shocking the soul, and the wild aura belonging to the berserker finally no longer suppressed and came out through the body.

Blood mist enveloped his body, and his figure began to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hei Xuan's eyes changed when he looked at Feng Qi, and he looked very surprised.

He had already known through Star City's Domain Alliance that Feng Qi could transform into another form, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he realized that this transformation was far stronger than he imagined.

The strong energy and blood force rushed towards his face, as if he had completely changed into a devil's body.

The changes in Fengqi continue.

The granulations intertwined to form muscle fibers as strong as steel. In the blink of an eye, his height was close to five meters.

"boom!"

Dark green flames suddenly ignited in his eyes, and then quickly swept through his body.

The purple lines spread outward from the center of the chest, eventually forming a strange pattern that traveled from the chest to the crest of the back.

The fingers slowly tightened, and the bones intertwined, making a crackling sound.

Terrifying power was brewing in Feng Qi's body, his aura was rising steadily, and fierce flames were sweeping forward.

The expression of Hei Xuan, who was standing not far in front of Feng Qi, changed significantly.

Feng Qi slowly raised his head at this moment, the flames in his eyes suddenly surged, cracks suddenly appeared on the ground under his feet, and his figure appeared in front of Hei Xuan in an instant.

Hei Xuan was caught off guard and grabbed Hei Xuan's neck and pushed him to the ground violently.

boom!

Transparent crystal fragments scattered everywhere, and Hei Xuan's flesh and blood body shattered with this push, revealing a black energy body wrapped in flesh and blood.

"I'll beat you to death, you stinking idiot!"

While roaring in his heart, the veins on Feng Qi's right arm stood out. He grabbed Hei Xuan by the neck, then leaned his body forward and swung his right arm towards the ground.

At this time, the golden mark on Hei Xuan's forehead shone brightly, and an invisible force suddenly hit Feng Qi's right arm. His arm went numb immediately, and then his chest was hit by the invisible force, and his body flew straight back.

Feng Qi's figure rolled in the air and landed steadily.

Hei Xuan also levitated off the ground at this time, and grabbed him with one hand. Suddenly, countless golden runes overflowed from his forehead and formed a string of mysterious symbols in the air. The aura in the air was immediately drawn by the mysterious runes and converged towards Feng Qi.

He wrapped it up to form a golden prison.
To be continued...