182: Chapter 182 Successful Control

With the remnants of the battlefield fully accounted for, Mo Yuan's eyes burned with intensity. No longer stalling, he immediately produced a flawless, pristine Jade Slip and handed it directly to Li Changqing.

"Trouble Fellow Daoist Li to copy the technique immediately. The great battle here has just ended; the blood Qi is soaring to the heavens, and the Spiritual Qi is chaotic. It is very easy to attract the Divine Sense of nearby Cultivators to investigate. This is definitely not a place to stay for long."

Li Changqing raised his hand to accept the Jade Slip, his mind instantly settling.

He cast aside all distracting thoughts, focused his energy and calmed his spirit. Pure Spiritual Qi flowed from his fingertips, and he meticulously engraved the entire set of the Soul Condensation Spike Mind-Cultivation Technique, the Meridians for circulating energy, and the Profound Truth of the Divine Soul killing move into the Jade Slip, without missing a single detail or changing a single word.

In a flash, a Jade Slip containing the complete Earth Rank spiritual technique was formed, its spiritual light restrained and its patterns stable.

Mo Yuan reached out to take it, his fingertips tracing the patterns on the Jade Slip as if he had obtained a precious treasure, the joy in his eyes impossible to hide.

He carefully hid the Jade Slip close to his body, his mind already having flown to a secluded place for closed-door cultivation, eager to comprehend this Earth Rank spiritual technique that specialized in attacking the Divine Soul.

Taking advantage of this interval, Li Changqing raised his hand, a roll of spiritual light sweeping up the Golden-Winged Roc with its tattered wings and dying breath, safely placing it into his Spirit Beast pouch. His movements were gentle, for fear of worsening its injuries.

Seeing this, Mo Yuan's lips curled into a hearty smile, and he cupped his hands, saying sincerely: "Fellow Daoist's methods are already wondrous and extraordinary. From now on, with an additional Peak Second-Rank flying Spirit Beast for transport, your path of cultivation will surely be like a tiger gaining wings."

"There is less than three months left in the Taixu Secret Realm. I need to rush to the territory ten thousand miles from the Secret Realm exit to lie in wait, so I will not linger here any longer. Fellow Daoist Li, let us part here."

"Take care." Li Changqing nodded slightly, his tone calm and steady.

The two exchanged a glance, and from there, they parted ways.

Li Changqing stood quietly in place, his gaze looking into the distance, silently watching Mo Yuan's pitch-black devilish shadow drift further and further away, until that lingering wisp of Devilish Qi completely dissolved into the heavy mist of the Withered Wood Forest, only then did he slowly withdraw his gaze.

He was not in a hurry to leave; he had always been cautious and steady in his actions.

He raised his hand and waved a gentle stream of spiritual power, sweeping across the entire battlefield, clearing away and smoothing out the residual fighting fluctuations, frost, cold air, bloodstains, and broken wood, erasing all traces of the slaughter.

Only when the entire forest area had nothing left but a few wisps of thin, dissipating Devilish Qi, and not a single flaw from the fight remained, did he finally set his mind at ease.

With a movement of his body, he executed a light-body escape technique, transforming into a pale cyan afterimage as he sped towards a secluded area in the northwest of the Withered Wood Forest.

After speeding for more than three hours, Li Changqing finally found an excellent place for concealment.

Beneath a cliff, tangled vines grew in abundance, seamlessly covering a natural stone cave.

The entrance was narrow and hidden, extremely difficult for outsiders to detect, yet the interior was spacious and dry. There was even an underground river flowing through the cave, its murmuring water perfectly masking a Cultivator's aura and spiritual fluctuations, making it an excellent place for closed-door healing, training beasts, and adjusting one's breathing.

He set up a Restriction at the cave entrance to prevent outsiders from peeping or intruding.

Afterward, he summoned the Black Armor Turtle to guard the key passage at the entrance, and ordered the Spirit-Seeking Mouse to investigate the underground of the cave to confirm there were no hidden Restrictions or poisonous insect threats, only then did he sit cross-legged.

He took out a Medicinal Pill and swallowed it, calming his mind to adjust his breathing, while circulating his Cultivation Technique to flush through his Meridians.

Half an hour later, the Spiritual Qi consumed in this battle was fully recovered to Perfection, his pale complexion returning to a ruddy glow, and his spirit and energy were completely restored.

With his state stabilized, Li Changqing did not hesitate. He took out the Clear Spirit Restriction-Dissolving Powder seized from the Chi Ling Valley Cultivator's Storage Pouch, prepared several rare spirit materials for stabilizing the soul and spirit, and with a thought, moved the critically injured Golden-Winged Roc from the Spirit Beast pouch into the Changsheng Garden space.

Inside the Changsheng Garden, Spiritual Qi was dense and vibrant with life.

The Golden-Winged Roc lay prone on the ground, its originally lustrous and brilliant golden wings tattered and dim, its body covered in wounds. Deep within its large eagle eyes, intense pain, vigilance, and panic were intertwined, its body twitching slightly from time to time, its remaining Spiritual Qi chaotic and restless.

Li Changqing was well-versed in the way of taming beasts; he was neither impatient nor rash, and did not recklessly force the Restriction to break.

He first used a wisp of gentle and lingering Divine Sense to carefully probe into the Roc's body, meticulously investigating the red Restriction veins that were coiled around its Divine Soul and Meridians.

This Restriction was sinister and treacherous, like thousand-year-old poisonous vines tangled and knotted, tightly locking the Spirit Beast's Origin Divine Soul, rooting deep into its Meridians and flesh.

Once touched by crude external force, it would immediately violently backfire, tearing apart the spiritual consciousness and severely damaging the Foundation; at best, it would ruin the Spirit Beast's path of cultivation, and at worst, it would cause it to explode and die.

After pondering for a moment, Li Changqing decided on a safe method.

He first wrapped the Clear Spirit Restriction-Dissolving Powder with wood-element vital Spiritual Qi, then executed the Spirit Control Technique, kneading the medicinal power and spiritual essence into fine threads, slowly seeping them along the Golden-Winged Roc's Meridians, softening and slowly dissolving the Restriction patterns layer by layer from the outside in.

This method was the most mentally exhausting; one could not be in the slightest rush, nor could one make any mistakes.

Li Changqing's eyes were slightly closed, his Divine Thought highly concentrated, and the spiritual light at his fingertips flowed continuously; he kept watch for two full days and nights.

During this period, the red Restriction instinctively rebounded violently several times, burning the Meridians and disturbing the Divine Soul. The Golden-Winged Roc was in unbearable pain, constantly letting out shrill cries, its wings trembling violently.

Every time it backfired, Li Changqing needed to divert a wisp of his Divine Soul power to soothe its restless mind, while simultaneously using pure Spiritual Qi to repair the damaged Meridians burned by the Restriction, stabilizing it step by step and slowly dissolving it.

Until the morning of the third day, the red Restriction net coiled around the Roc's body was finally mostly dissolved, and the restless Restriction completely tended toward calmness.

The Golden-Winged Roc's breathing gradually became even and long, its chaotic Spiritual Qi steadily calmed, and the deep hostility and vigilance in its eyes completely faded, leaving only weakness, docility, and a trace of genuine gratitude.

Li Changqing slowly withdrew his power, fine beads of sweat on his forehead soaking his temples, his face slightly pale, his Divine Soul having suffered significant depletion, but a smile of relief rippled in his eyes.

He took out a Second-Rank Yao Beast Flesh Pill, gently placing it into the Roc's beak, and then carefully applied high-quality flesh-regenerating spirit ointment onto its wounds that were deep enough to see bone.

The medicinal power of the pill dissolved, and vital energy surged through it, instantly nourishing and suppressing the injuries.

The Golden-Winged Roc let out a low, soft cry, docilely turning its head and gently rubbing its hard beak against the back of Li Changqing's hand, completely letting go of all its defenses.

For the next few days, Li Changqing settled in the stone cave. During the day, he calmed his mind to polish his cultivation and stabilize his Foundation. At night, he continued to use the Spirit Control Technique to refine the remaining Restriction patterns, supplemented by the "Spirit Taming Formula" taught by Zhang Yuxi to soothe its intelligence and nurture its injuries, gradually building a stable mental bond with the Golden-Winged Roc.

Day after day, it was like rain moisturizing things in silence.

At dawn on the ninth day, the last wisp of the remaining red Restriction completely dissolved. The Golden-Winged Roc's Divine Soul and Meridians were no longer bound by any shackles; it had been firmly controlled by Li Changqing's Spirit Control Technique, its mind completely tamed.

At this moment, it was able to barely stand up. Although its wings had not yet fully recovered and it could not soar in the high skies, its withered golden feathers were once again covered in a lustrous sheen, its physical vitality was rapidly recovering, and the pace of its recovery far exceeded expectations.

Li Changqing planned that as soon as he left the Secret Realm and returned to his Family, he would feed this Golden-Winged Roc a drop of creation immortal liquid, hoping that it could evolve its Bloodline into the legendary Golden-Winged Peng.