Chapter 156 The Awakening of the Cloud-winged Bird
Ever since Zhang Qing became a cultivator, the first spell she learned was the Wind Control Technique. When practicing, she always liked to go to Mopan Mountain and Wenjian Villa.

Mo Juren knew what she was thinking. She just wanted to see Zhang Wuyou at any time, so he went along with her.

The two rushed out of the cave's formation. Zhang Qing took the lead. He was quite skilled in using the Wind Control Technique and his speed was far beyond that of a galloping horse.

Mo Juren followed her leisurely and headed straight to Wenjian Villa.

When they were almost there, Mo Juren chased ahead and pointed to the top of Mopan Mountain.
"Go up there."

Zhang Qing followed obediently, and the two of them soon reached the top of Mopan Mountain.

The large platform here has become a place for cultivation in Wenjian Villa. Usually, instructors will lead the disciples of the villa to climb to the top of the mountain for cultivation.

But at this moment, Mo Juren stood on the top of the mountain, with his five senses of a cultivator fully open, and found that there was no one else around except him and Zhang Qing.

As the mountain wind blew, the two men's clothes rustled.

Mo Juren seemed to be able to hear the strange cries of some macaques far away at the foot of the mountain through the sound of the wind. It can be seen that the sharpness of his five senses has been further enhanced after reaching the eighth level of Qi Refining.

In his joy, Mo Juren said to Zhang Qing,
"Qing'er, come here."

After spending so much time together, Zhang Qing already knew Mo Juren's preferences very well, and he knew what Mo Juren meant as soon as he heard the tone.

So he walked obediently to Mo Juren and squatted down...

Recently, the two of them have been playing more and more wildly. They are no longer satisfied with just being affectionate in the cave, and always like to look for some new tricks outside.

Mo Juren was on the top of the mountain, the wind blowing on his face, looking out over the surroundings, feeling this unique excitement, and was almost trembling with joy...

Afterwards, Mo Juren said,
"Qing'er, besides the Wind Controlling Technique, how are your other spells going?"

Zhang Qinglue replied proudly,

"Master, Qing'er can already perform five consecutive Wood Thorns."

"Really?" Mo Juren walked a distance to the middle of the millstone and said to her, "Then come towards me and try to attack me."

"Ah! Qing'er doesn't dare. How can Qing'er's magic hurt the master?"

"It doesn't matter. I can dodge your spells at any time. This is a good opportunity to test my physical training. Come on!"

At Mo Juren's repeated request, Zhang Qing pinched his fingers and gathered a green light in front of him. A sharp wooden thorn appeared out of thin air and attacked Mo Juren.

Mo Juren saw that Zhang Qing's move looked good, but the speed was too slow and the lethality was insufficient.

So he neither dodged nor defended, but simply blocked it with his body.

Zhang Qing screamed in fear.

"Master, get out of the way!"

With a "swish" sound, Mo Juren put his arms together and actually blocked the spell directly, shaking the attacking wooden spikes into a ball of shattered light.

Zhang Qing thought he had hurt Mo Juren and ran over to check.

Mo Juren retracted his arms and saw some minor subcutaneous injuries where he was hit, but nothing serious.

As soon as the evil spirit of the Blood Refining Realm in his body was dissipated, a continuous supply of Qi and blood would flow in, and he would quickly recover from the minor injuries.

Such physical defense power can directly resist spell attacks. It should be very powerful among cultivators.

Mo Juren nodded with satisfaction and said to Zhang Qing,

"Don't worry, this little magic can't hurt your master at all."

After saying that, he showed the wound to Zhang Qing. Both hands were completely unharmed and no marks could be seen at all.

After the test of the skills was completed, the two were preparing to go down the mountain.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in Mo Juren's spirit beast bag. "What is this? ...Spirit Winged Bird? Is the little guy going to wake up?" Mo Juren thought.

So he went on to say to Zhang Qing,

"Qing'er, go down first and wait for me at Wenjian Villa."

Zhang Qing didn't ask anything, just nodded and agreed.

"Yes, sir. Then Qing'er will go down the mountain first."

After Zhang Qing left, Mo Juren opened the spirit beast bag and found the little Cloud-winged Bird was the one making trouble.

It seems that it has awakened from many days of slumber and is eager to fly out.

Mo Juren opened the spirit beast bag, and the cloud-winged bird rushed out instantly, as fast as lightning.

After absorbing the spirit of a spirit bird in the Iron-toothed Bird Forest last time, its appearance finally changed.

Although the color of the feathers all over the body remains the same, the tuft of yellow hair on the top of the head has become longer, the beak has become sharper, and there is an extra row of feathers at the tail, which makes it look much better.

It has also grown in size, now four fingers wide and as long as a palm. It is no longer a bird.

Its flying speed was still extremely fast, and Mo Juren could only barely see its appearance with the vision of the eighth level of Qi Refining.

The cloud-winged bird quickly flew around Mo Juren several times. Mo Juren felt that it was no longer as close to him as before, and seemed to be observing something.

It was not until Mo Juren took out the white millet pill that the little guy stopped and slowly flew in front of Mo Juren.

After smelling the familiar scent, it ate three in a row and then chirped a few times to express its joy.

Then she fell on Mo Juren's shoulder, and as usual, she caressed Mo Juren's face and became intimate with him.

Mo Juren stroked its fur and chuckled,

"Hey, little yellow-haired boy, what did you mean by circling those few times just now? Are your wings hardened and you want to fly away?"

"Chirp chirp chirp, chirp chirp chirp."

"Haha, it's okay if it's not."

"Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp."

"What? You still want to eat?"

Mo Juren poured two more white millet pills and discovered that the same thing happened. These white millet pills were made according to the size of the Cloud-Winged Bird when it was at its smallest.

The pill is only a tiny bit in size, which may not be enough to fill the stomach of the now grown Cloud-winged Bird. It seems that the portion needs to be increased.

However, after feeding it two more, the cloud-winged bird continued to chirp.

"What? You don't want to eat white millet balls?" Mo Juren asked curiously, "Is there anything else on me that you want?"

"Bigu Pill? True Yellow Pill? Heart Devouring Bug? Do you want to eat the Four-Leaf Blood Ginseng? You don't want any of them?... It can't be this!"

Mo Juren took out a bottle from his storage bag, which contained a bloody liquid fished out from under the roc-shaped animal bone.

Sure enough, as soon as the bottle appeared, the Cloud-Winged Bird flapped its wings excitedly, looking like it really wanted to eat it.

It seems that this kid is indeed closely related to the altar encountered in the Iron-toothed Bird Forest that time. The beast blood came from there.

Mo Juren couldn't figure out how to use this thing, so he simply put the whole bottle on the ground and let the Cloud-winged Bird figure it out.

The cloud-winged bird flew over the bottle, circled for a while, and then stood at the mouth of the bottle. Suddenly, lightning flashed between its wings...

(End of this chapter)