“You're asking me about this kind of thing, it's hard for me to give you an answer.”
Yong Xuehai, who always had a gentle and refined demeanor, was now scratching his hair irritably, his tone filled with an unspeakable emotion.
This morning, not long after he started school, a student in the same stage as him suddenly came to him, asking him that his beast's strength was increasing too quickly, leading to a significant lag in skill development, and what to do about it.
What to do? Why would anyone in this world have such a worry?
Everyone else complains that their beast's strength increases too slowly, giving them plenty of time to work on their skills, so all beast masters since ancient times have focused on this aspect.
They are unable to improve their beast's level and can only painstakingly work on skills, striving to strengthen their beast's strength by improving their skills.
But unexpectedly, all of this is directly reversed in the case of his student.
“If you insist on asking me, I can only tell you to continue like this for now. Although beast skills are important, level is the foundation of everything. Even if a true King-level beast doesn't use any skills, it can still crush a quasi-King-level beast of the same race with just its basic attributes.”
Yong Xuehai said with a headache. If Qian Er's strength were lower, even if he were still at the peak of the Guardian level, he could say that actual combat is the best teacher, and then send Qian Er to the extraterritorial battlefield to fight those Guardian-level undead.
But that's not possible now. Qian Er has broken through to Quasi-King. Where in the world are there so many Quasi-Kings for Qian Er to practice with? Quasi-Kings can even be the ancestral figures of some weaker races. Some weak races only have Guardian-level strength at their strongest.
The Quasi-King-level Dark Demon he found for Qian Er last time took a lot of effort to find.
“By the way, did you use the Dark Demon soul I gave you last time?”
Yong Xuehai changed the subject and suddenly asked about this matter.
He had never seen Qian Er's Myriad Soul Banner. Speaking of which, it should have evolved into the Myriad Soul Banner by now, right? After all, the Bloodstained Saint is Quasi-King, so the strength of his other beasts shouldn't be too far behind, right?
“No, I didn't let that soul replace my beast's soul. My beast has embarked on a path different from other Myriad Soul Banners, a path that should be difficult to replicate.”
Qian Er would have almost forgotten if Yong Xuehai hadn't mentioned it.
Last time, after confirming that the soul would not harm the Human Emperor Flag, he directly threw the soul to the Human Emperor Flag.
According to it, such high-quality souls are rare and might even be directly transformed into a Ghost General.
However, the Human Emperor Flag was too weak at that time to completely digest the Quasi-King-level soul, so it was stored in the kingdom to slowly refine it.
Qian Er paid attention to it for a while at the beginning, and after confirming that the thing really couldn't harm the Human Emperor Flag, he stopped caring about it.
Now, it's probably been successfully transformed. After all, for a Quasi-God of the Quasi-King level, transforming a soul of the same level should be as easy as flipping a hand.
“Hmm? A path that is difficult to replicate? What do you mean?”
Hearing Qian Er say this, Yong Xuehai immediately became interested and asked further. At this moment, his thirst for knowledge was burning brightly. Myriad Soul Banner beasts are a new type of beast, and discovering anything about them is worth writing a paper on.
“Wait, you didn't cultivate another Undead-type Quasi-God, did you?”
Suddenly, he thought of Qian Er's Bloodstained Saint and his eyes widened in disbelief.
“Teacher guessed correctly.”
Looking at the smiling student in front of him, Yong Xuehai's eyes gradually widened, becoming larger and larger, and the shock on his face also increased. The news about Lian Yuan City had been blocked by the Beast Control Bureau. It has now become a regional network, and no news can be transmitted, waiting for the military and aristocratic families to reach a decision before lifting the blockade, so he doesn't know what Qian Er did there.
The Quasi-God races in the world are numbered and not enough to have a Quasi-God race in each type.
Before Qian Er, among the three Dark types, only the Skeleton type had a Quasi-God, the Frost Bone Dragon. The Undead and Flesh types could only watch and envy.
But after Qian Er, many people knew that the Flesh type could also cultivate Quasi-Gods.
For a time, all the Flesh-type beast masters who were qualified to know about Qian Er's affairs went crazy, frantically buying high-quality Rot Mud Monsters all over the world, trying to retrace Qian Er's path and cultivate a stable evolution path for the Bloodstained Saint.
Even Zheng Xin was no exception. Yong Xuehai had seen that guy's laboratory had many more Rot Mud Monsters recently.
Originally, Yong Xuehai was still laughing at those guys for being unsteady, but after hearing the news of the Undead-type Quasi-God, he found that he couldn't calm down either. The old man, who was over a hundred years old but looked like he was in his thirties, stared at Qian Er with burning eyes, as if he was looking at some rare treasure.
“Can you let me see it?”
His tone was trembling. After all, that was a Quasi-God. The moment the Undead-type Quasi-God appeared, as Qian Er's Undead-type teacher, his name, Yong Xuehai, was destined to be recorded in history and become extracurricular knowledge that countless students would need to expand on. But if he could go a step further on this basis and research a stable path to evolve the Summoning Banner into a Quasi-God, then he, Yong Xuehai, would be a knowledge point that countless students would need to test on during the college entrance examination.
Who could resist such temptation?
At this moment, Yong Xuehai didn't care that the boomerang had hit him in the head. He was joking. It was his blessing to be hit by the boomerang. He didn't know how many people in this world wanted to be hit by the boomerang but didn't have the blessing. For example, the Holy type, the nemesis of the Dark type. Their Dark type was about to have a Quasi-God in each type, but the Holy type still didn't have one.
“Sure.”
Qian Er, with a small red flower on his head, nodded. After evolving into the Other Shore Flower, he seemed to have a deeper understanding of the Dream Realm. Just standing there gave people a sense of illusion, and everyone would subconsciously ignore his existence.
He's a good assassin.
With that said, the beast space behind Qian Er opened. The Human Emperor Flag, far away in the Doomsday World, sensed the summons and thought something had happened. It immediately drilled back into the beast space with great interest, responding to Qian Er's summons.
On the other side, in the Beast World, the Human Emperor Flag excitedly emerged from the beast space, curiously looking around, searching for potential enemies.
But after scanning around, it found that there were no enemies, only Yong Xuehai, its beast master's teacher. Only then did it reveal a regretful expression.
It had learned about Qian Er's interpersonal relationships when controlling the flesh clone, so it had naturally seen Yong Xuehai.
