Chapter 1358 — Mystic Rank Hound
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Wei Zhao nodded, then gathered General Majestic into his arms. But General Majestic was a peculiar case: it absorbed the energy Wei Zhao fed it passively, and knew nothing of inner-energy techniques, so Wei Zhao's earlier method for raising a creature's strength plainly would not work here.
Thinking back to the time he himself had been wounded, the only method Wei Zhao could devise was this: draw a little energy out of General Majestic, compress it, then give it back, and see whether that had any effect.
Now that he had an idea, Wei Zhao set to work.
Sitting cross-legged, he roused the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art and began absorbing energy to cultivate; but this time he did not enter the jade pendant space—he drew the energy out of General Majestic instead.
Wei Zhao was already at the peak of mid Mystic Rank, and could break through only by accumulating it little by little. The amount of energy he took in was both tiny and slow; even so, that was enough—he need only remove a little true qi of energy from General Majestic's body.
So after absorbing only a trace, Wei Zhao stopped, compressed a small packet of energy, and sent it straight back.
"Whoosh—" In an instant General Majestic was like a balloon pumped full of air, swelling in every part, limbs splayed, eyes bulging, sprawled flat on the ground, howling in agony: "Woof—"
Wei Zhao watched the dog on the ground with some sympathy, but he did not intervene. True, he could draw the energy back out of General Majestic's body, yet doing so would amount to abandoning any hope of upgrading it.
So Wei Zhao resolved to let General Majestic weather this trial by its own effort. Even if the energy burst it open, so long as it did not die, Wei Zhao could still heal it with energy—he was not especially worried.
General Majestic's plight gave Qiu Lingshan and Chen Yuxuan a proper fright as well, but Wei Zhao said nothing, and so naturally neither of them said anything either.
One hour, two hours... at last the ballooned body that the energy had swollen slowly shrank, and finally returned to normal. General Majestic had become an early Mystic Rank hound!
"Woof, woof!" General Majestic's bark was cheerful; though it could not speak, the rise in its strength clearly delighted it.
"Heh... congratulations," Wei Zhao said, smiling at General Majestic.
Qiu Lingshan and Chen Yuxuan clicked their tongues in wonder. A dog, of all things, had become an early Mystic Rank as well—around Wei Zhao, truly anything strange could happen.
What puzzled them, though, was that Wei Zhao kept boosting one person's strength after another, while his own seemed not to change in the slightest; and even when he was injured, he recovered overnight. Just what manner of man was this?
Even a Heaven Rank expert could not possess such formidable ability, surely? Especially constrained by the thin spiritual qi of heaven and earth in the air, no one could recover that quickly. Where did Wei Zhao's true qi come from? Why did it seem inexhaustible?
Of course, if Wei Zhao would not speak of it, they could only bury the question in their hearts. Wei Zhao had not deliberately concealed anything; he simply treated them as his own people in earnest, and they could not be so tactless as to press him with questions.
A day and a night passed, and at last footsteps sounded in the passage. Before long, the figures of Old Hei and the others appeared.
"So they're all back..." Wei Zhao was unsurprised; after all, with quicklime powder as markers, even a wrong turn would always lead them out again. It was only that the lot of them came back dusty and grimy, plainly worn out from wandering the passage to no avail.
"Well? Did you find anything?" Qiu Lingshan asked, mimicking the woman thief's tone with a teasing edge.
"Hmph!" Old Yu gave a cold snort. "Not even a ghost!"