143: Chapter 143 Sharing the Purple-feathered Roc's Talent

Lin Xuan waited for another quarter of an hour.

Confirming that the Purple-Feathered Roc was sound asleep, he slowly stood up.

His movements were very slow.

Very light.

His feet stepped onto the grass without making a single sound.

He approached the direction of the nest.

Thirty zhang.

Twenty zhang.

Ten zhang.

Every step landed on a pre-selected spot—places he had inspected, free of dead branches or leaves, where no sound would be made.

He reached five zhang.

Lin Xuan stopped.

He reached into his robes and took out a thunder net Talisman.

He injected spiritual energy.

The Talisman lit up with a pale purple light.

Then—

Activate!

Four thunder net Talismans lit up simultaneously!

The electric nets sprang out from the bushes, covering the direction of the nest!

"Chi la—"

The sound of electric current tearing through the air!

The Purple-Feathered Roc woke up with a jolt!

Its reaction was shockingly fast—from waking up from its slumber to flapping its wings and taking flight, it took less than half a breath!

Its wings spread, and its golden feathers shimmered under the moonlight!

Its figure turned into a streak of golden light, rushing upwards!

But the electric nets had already descended.

Three electric nets closed in from three directions, sealing off its upward path.

The fourth electric net fell from directly above, covering it head-on!

The Purple-Feathered Roc made a sharp turn in the air, its wings folding almost ninety degrees, and it slipped through the gap between two electric nets!

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted.

Such speed, such reaction—

But he was already prepared.

The second set of thunder net Talismans activated!

Four electric nets sprang out from further outside, sealing off the Purple-Feathered Roc's path to rush out!

This time the distance was closer, and the nets closed faster!

The Purple-Feathered Roc did not rush forward forcefully.

It tucked its wings, and its figure plummeted downwards!

Falling towards the ground!

Lin Xuan felt a surge of joy.

The moment it landed was the opportunity!

The Purple-Feathered Roc was getting closer and closer to the ground.

Three zhang.

Two zhang.

One zhang.

Its claws reached towards the ground—

"Boom!"

The ground suddenly exploded!

The Pangolin rushed out from underground, the thunder patterns on its scales shining brightly, its whole body wrapped in earthy yellow light!

It rammed its body directly into the Purple-Feathered Roc!

Soil flew everywhere!

The ground shook violently!

The Purple-Feathered Roc's figure swayed, having been hit squarely.

It spread its wings violently, wanting to take flight again—

But it was too late.

Lin Xuan had already arrived.

The startling thunder whip was unleashed!

The tip of the whip, carrying thunder light, coiled towards the Purple-Feathered Roc's claws!

The Purple-Feathered Roc flapped its wings, its figure shifting half a foot to the side, avoiding the tip of the whip.

But what Lin Xuan wanted was not to coil around it.

It was to force it to dodge in a certain direction.

The direction the Purple-Feathered Roc dodged in was exactly the ambush point of the third set of thunder net Talismans.

Four thunder net Talismans activated simultaneously!

The electric nets sprang out from the bushes, covering the Purple-Feathered Roc tightly!

"Chi la—!"

Electric current jumped crazily between the electric nets!

The Purple-Feathered Roc let out a sharp cry, flapping its wings desperately, trying to break free!

But the Thunder Spiritual Energy on the electric nets constantly paralyzed its muscles, making its struggle weaker and weaker.

Its feathers stood up, golden light flickering within the electric nets, attempting to resist the onslaught of lightning.

But it was useless.

Lin Xuan's Thunder Spiritual Energy, tempered by the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder Art, was far purer than that of ordinary Thunder Cultivator.

The Purple-Feathered Roc struggled for a dozen breaths, its movements becoming slower and slower.

Its wings could no longer flap.

Its claws could not be lifted either.

It lay paralyzed in the electric nets, its golden pupils staring at Lin Xuan, filled with anger and unwillingness.

Lin Xuan did not rush forward.

He waited for a while.

Confirming that the Purple-Feathered Roc was truly unable to resist, he slowly walked over.

He crouched in front of the Purple-Feathered Roc.

The Purple-Feathered Roc stared at him, its sharp beak opening to emit a low cry.

The sound was not loud, but it carried a threat.

Lin Xuan ignored it.

He communicated with the spirit control tower.

The spirit control tower vibrated gently in his Sea of Consciousness, clear light surging from the tower body, enveloping the Purple-Feathered Roc along with his Divine Sense.

The Purple-Feathered Roc's body stiffened for a moment.

A trace of fear flashed in its golden pupils.

It felt it—that suppression coming from the depths of the Soul.

The clear light of the spirit control tower seeped into the Purple-Feathered Roc's Sea of Consciousness.

The Purple-Feathered Roc struggled violently, its wings flapping on the ground, its claws scratching randomly.

But the electric nets were still covering it, and its struggle was futile.

The clear light spread in the Purple-Feathered Roc's Sea of Consciousness, like mercury spilling onto the ground, penetrating everywhere.

The Purple-Feathered Roc's resistance grew weaker and weaker.

Its pupils changed from gold to dark gold, the light fading bit by bit.

Finally—

"Ding."

The spirit control tower vibrated gently once.

Lin Xuan felt that some kind of connection had been established between him and this Purple-Feathered Roc.

Like an invisible thread, one end connected to him, the other to the Purple-Feathered Roc.

The contract was formed.

Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and removed the electric nets.

The Purple-Feathered Roc lay paralyzed on the ground, wings drooping, feathers dishevelled, panting heavily.

Its aura was very weak, but there was no danger to its life.

Lin Xuan took a bottle of peiyuan pill from his Storage Pouch, poured out two, and stuffed them into the Purple-Feathered Roc's mouth.

The Purple-Feathered Roc swallowed the Medicinal Pill, closed its eyes, and remained motionless.

Lin Xuan did not disturb it.

He retreated to the side, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

He communicated with the spirit control tower to check the contract information.

Purple-Feathered Roc, First Order Low Grade Peak, Purple-Feathered Roc cub.

Talent: [Extreme Speed]—Flight speed increased by five times, ground movement speed increased by three times, reaction speed increased by two times.

Shared slots: Two slots for Qi Refinement Stage, [Thunder Gathering] already shared, one slot remaining.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath.

Share [Extreme Speed].

The spirit control tower's clear light shone brightly!

A warm current surged from the spirit control tower, pouring into his limbs and bones!

Wherever the warm current passed, his muscles trembled slightly, his bones made faint clicking sounds, as if his whole person was being rewoven.

He could feel his body becoming lighter.

Not a reduction in weight, but that—indescribable sense of lightness.

Like unloading a heavy burden of a thousand catties.

Like crawling onto the shore from the water.

He opened his eyes.

He tried to take a step.

His figure instantly appeared several zhang away!

The speed was so fast that even he was startled!

His foot stepped on the ground, making a muffled "thud," grass blades were snapped, and soil flew.

Lin Xuan was stunned for a moment.

Then he smiled.

At this speed, it was likely not slower than an ordinary Foundation Establishment Early Stage Cultivator.

He tried running a few more steps.

Each step covered several zhang, the wind whistled in his ears, and the grassland retreated rapidly beneath his feet.

The feeling of running was very strange.

Before, when running, he could feel the weight of his body, the impact of his footsteps landing, and the soreness of his muscles exerting force.

Now these feelings had faded.

Replaced by a sense of fluidity—as if there was no resistance between his body and the air, and every step landed in the most suitable position.

He cast the Wind Control Technique again, the speed being slightly faster than running with his Physical Body.

He stopped.

He took a deep breath.

"Chiu—"

A low cry came from behind him.

Lin Xuan turned back.

The Purple-Feathered Roc had already stood up from the ground.

It shook its wings, the dishevelment on its feathers slowly smoothing out, and the golden light brightening again.

It stared at Lin Xuan, the anger and unwillingness in its golden pupils gone, replaced by a complex emotion—curiosity, vigilance, and a trace of faint closeness.

Lin Xuan walked over.

The Purple-Feathered Roc did not retreat.

He reached out and gently stroked the Purple-Feathered Roc's head.

The feathers were very soft and smooth; his fingertips could feel the body heat beneath the feathers.

The Purple-Feathered Roc tilted its head, its golden pupils blinking.

"From now on, you will follow me." Lin Xuan said.

The Purple-Feathered Roc let out a soft cry, rubbing its head against his palm.

Lin Xuan put it into the Spirit-Taming Tower Space.

Inside the space, the Herb-Seeking Mouse huddled under the thunder essence fruit tree, curiously eyeing the newly arrived Purple-Feathered Roc.

The Pangolin poked half its head out of the soil, took a look, and then pulled it back in.

The Thunder-Light Bug hung on the thunder-attracting vine, the purple light on its body flickering uncertainly, as if observing.

The Purple-Feathered Roc stood at the edge of the space, wings folded, its golden feathers particularly conspicuous in the purple thunder light.

Lin Xuan exited the space.

He stood up and looked towards the north.

In the distant horizon, a faint purple beam of light could be vaguely seen.

That was the direction of the center of the Secret Realm.

The Nine-Story Stone Tower.

The place of the Legacy.

He stepped forward.

His speed was several times faster than before.

The wind whistled in his ears.

The grassland retreated rapidly beneath his feet.