My teacher is a deity.

Shi Qing looked at the blood-stained feathers without saying a word.

He glanced at it briefly before turning back to continue refining the magic weapon.

Such a performance caused Fei Yu's burning heart to plummet to rock bottom.

She knelt on the ground and whispered.

"If four feathers aren't enough, I can borrow from other tribesmen. I'm sure I can gather all the feathers you need."

"I can hunt down even more medicine seekers for you and capture their heads."

"I......"

Her voice grew softer and softer, carrying an unprecedented sense of weakness.

But Shi Qing still didn't turn around, remaining extremely indifferent.

Feiyu couldn't understand it.

Is it really true that I have no chance with them?

At this moment, Vishi, who was still throwing punches, suddenly walked over and grasped Feiyu's hand.

"The teacher's name is Shi Qing, not Da Han."

"I'll teach you; you do it this way."

After saying that, Vichy whispered a few words in Feiyu's ear, then took out a talisman from his backpack and handed it to Feiyu.

That was a treasure-refining talisman, a talisman that Shi Qing had given to her a long time ago.

However, Vishi never figured out how to refine treasures, and coupled with his practice of the Blood Python Fist, the creation of the talisman was delayed.

Fei Yu looked at the treasure-refining talisman, his eyes gleaming.

She gripped her feather tightly, looked at the huge furnace that Shi Qing was refining, tore open the talisman, and summoned a small cauldron as well.

At this moment, Shi Qing made a move. With a thought, he threw a large amount of materials into it, melting them into water. He then soaked the feathers he had previously captured into it and continuously hammered the wooden sword.

This process is not complicated, and it is actually quite slow, taking at least dozens of times longer than a normal ritual.

At this rate, it would take at least two or three days to refine this batch of flying swords.

But this is just right for Feiyu.

She clumsily picked out the materials that Shi Qing had previously chosen from the materials beside her, and following Shi Qing's steps, she manipulated the magic power little by little to try to refine the flying sword.

An hour later, the furnace roared and billowed black smoke.

As expected, Feiyu failed.

At this moment, Shi Qing glanced at her.

He waved his hand again, rolled up the materials once more, and began his second ritual.

Feiyu stood beside Shiqing, his eyes burning, trying his best to memorize the steps.

This is difficult, at least for her, a winged person, as they are not good at using their brains.

But Feiyu continued to try.

Vichy didn't disturb her, and walked to the side to continue practicing his punches.

Three days and three nights passed, and before they knew it, Shi Qing had replenished the materials round after round.

After experiencing numerous failures and losing three primary feathers and eight secondary feathers, the flight feathers have reached their most crucial moment.

She focused all her attention on the cauldron, carefully controlling the flow of magical energy.

For the past three days, she no longer resembled a child of the sky, a winged being soaring through the heavens, but rather an ordinary and ignorant apprentice.

During these three days, Shi Qing did not utter a single word, but the refining process in his hands never ceased.

Just as the sun was about to set, a ray of light suddenly burst forth in the twilight.

The wooden sword was emitting a dim light, and there was no further loss of magical control or furnace explosion.

She carefully took down the wooden sword, its scalding heat burning her hands.

She held the wooden sword and offered it to Shi Qing, who was standing to the side.

"Crude and shoddy workmanship, a waste of a lot of materials."

Fei Yu's breathing suddenly stopped.

"But it's passable, at least you made it yourself."

After saying that, Shi Qing took the flying sword and threw it into the furnace. In a few moments, he reforged it, transforming it from a clumsy imitation by a mortal into a fourth-tier foundation-building weapon.

Then, it was thrown back to Feiyu.

"Take it. It's better to rely on yourself than to ask others for help."

Fei Yu gripped the flying sword, a lump forming in his throat. The pain in his back and the exhaustion in his mind had finally paid off.

She opened her mouth slightly, as if to say something.

But at this moment, exhaustion finally caught up with her, and Fei Yu's vision went black as snoring slowly began.

Vichy carefully picked her up and placed her beside the fire, then covered her with a small blanket.

"teacher?"

"She came to her senses relatively early."

Shi Qing scrutinized Fei Yu.

In fact, he is capable of teaching the Flying Feather spell.

Exchanging spells, sharing cultivation insights, or even trading lineages are not major issues that cannot be discussed.

But Fei Yu herself didn't realize that what she really wanted wasn't a simple spell.

What she was seeking was a future.

A future where one rises from the throne of the eternal Lord and no longer accepts charity.

This is very troublesome.

Shi Qing looked at her and recalled some past events, things that happened when he was in the Nascent Soul stage, a debate in Buddhism called the Debate on Good and Evil.

In Buddhism, the enlightened Buddha has three manifestations: the Wisdom King, the Buddha, and the Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva, with a compassionate heart, often gives away his own body in charity. The fierce demons and evil spirits at his feet feed on the Bodhisattva and are obsessed with him, which greatly restrains their evil deeds.

However, the Ming king had strong opinions about this.

He believed that these wicked people never knew their mistakes, and that only by using swift and decisive measures could they be eradicated and the dead comforted.

How can we promote good without punishing evil?

Ultimately, the debate between good and evil erupted, and an entire continent was turned into a battlefield.

I vaguely remember that in the end, it seemed that Ming Wang failed.

Since then, the King of Wisdom has disappeared, and the number of Buddhist followers who follow the Bodhisattva has increased, with more and more people following the Bodhisattva's path of dedication.

Many demonic practitioners, having nowhere else to turn, would seek refuge at Mount Ling, which gradually became a gathering place for evil spirits.

History is a great teacher, always teaching people again and again.

Therefore, Shi Qing believes that saving a person's heart is the most important thing.

If Fei Yu keeps begging him, then he's just finding another "Lord of Immortality".

"Teacher? Shall we go to the dome next?"

"Um."

Shi Qing looked at Vichy.

"You're quite kind-hearted, giving her this hint out of pity?"

Vichy was taken aback and scratched his head.

"A little, but it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"Heh, just don't cry anymore."

Vichy was somewhat confused upon hearing this.

......

As dawn broke.

Feiyu was woken up.

She rubbed her eyes and found that her wounds had been bandaged.

"Let's go, you lead the way, we'll go back to the dome."

Shi Qing landed on the sword's edge, and the flying sword suddenly expanded. Vishi, standing to the side, grinned.

Back to the dome?

Fei Yu felt a surge of warmth in her heart, realizing that Shi Qing had already given his approval.

"A big sweater?"

Feiyu called out timidly, then suddenly changed her mind.

"teacher?"

Shi Qing simply replied, "For now, you can be a disciple in name only."

"Okay, teacher!"

Feiyu suddenly moved closer, squeezing in with Weixi, or more accurately, trying to squeeze in with Shiqing.

Vichy paused for a moment, then suddenly felt a strange unease rising within him.

Does it seem like I've let a wolf into my house?