Fox Demon Cultivation Manual [ BL ]

Chapter 18

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“I remember that you can summon and retract this blade. Show it to me now.” Rong Bai told him.

Rong Bai’s speech had always been neutral, but under this silent moonlight, Song Ci inevitably found him somewhat gentle.

Especially after Rong Bai had said that he would teach him.

Having not seen this scimitar for a few days, Song Ci had missed it. Thinking of how this blade had never left him for four years and had always protected him every time he had encountered danger, he could not help but depend on it.

He did not know the material this scimitar was made of. The entire blade was black, and the handle was engraved with intricate and complicated patterns. Its weight felt just right in his hands, and Song Ci had confirmed many times that the typical man could not pick up this scimitar at all.

At least to his knowledge, he was the only one who could lift this scimitar before Rong Bai appeared.

Song Ci took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. His eyes stayed fixed on the scimitar in his hand as he sought that familiar sensation in his mind. The thought of retracting the blade flashed through his mind, and the scimitar in his hand burst into a ball of black fog and then disappeared.

Rong Bai watched and asked, “Where have you kept the blade?”

Song Ci lifted his robe with his right hand, showing the scimitar on his waist belt, sticking close to his slender waist.

“When you retract the blade, you do not keep it on your body, but within your power.” Rong Bai clasped the handle of the knife and drew it out. “Let it merge into your power and become part of your strength.”

“But this blade has substance. How do I retract it?” Song Ci frowned slightly and asked in bewilderment.

“You must first feel that power inside of you.” Rong Bai lifted his left hand and pointed lightly between Song Ci’s brows. A ray of white light scattered, like the ripples of the calm lake water when touched.

Song Ci felt an external force seeping through his forehead, followed by a surge of heat in his limbs and bones. ​The blood in his body ​stirred as if responding to the external energy.

​​​He only had this kind of feeling​​ when ​those ears popped out.

“Can you feel it?” ​Rong​ ​Bai asked in his ear​. ​

Song​ Ci nodded dully as his consciousness swam after that power. It suddenly collided with some mystical energy within his body and gently fused together into one.

Rong Bai looked at him quietly. Dark red patterns gradually emerged on Song Ci’s ​handsome face ​as a light blue ​shade covered his eyes.

​Blue eyes, nine tails. These were the most apparent characteristics of the Tu Shan Fox Clan.

After his consciousness ​had fully merged with that ​power, ​Song Ci suddenly ​had the urge to try it out. So he glanced at the tree next to him​. As soon as the idea of ​​grabbing a leaf flashed through his mind, the leaf fell off the branch, floating before Song Ci as if it had been blown there by the wind.

He ​hurriedly ​stretched out his hand to ​catch hold of it, ​rejoicing as he said to Rong Bai, “I’ve ​learned​ it​!”

Rong Bai chuckled softly, then said in a gentle tone, “​Practise a few more times, and you’ll ​soon be familiar with it.”

Song Ci was so happy that he turned ​around in circles​. After picking a few more leaves, he saw Rong​ Bai yawning. ​Only then did he return to the quarters with Rong​ Bai​ while joyfully​ ​hugging a few leaves​.