The Twelve Trials Starting from Zero

Thinking this, Su Qi instantly calmed his mind, then slowly pressed the ghost fire into his chest. The next moment, his entire body's magical power trembled, but immediately calmed down, undergoing a subtle change.

The spirit possession was successful, and it was a very easy success.

Whether it's the quality of the magical power or the manipulation of it, Su Qi, tempered through a world and countless reincarnations, is overwhelmingly powerful. Coupled with the terrified tiger spirit's full cooperation, such a basic technique as spirit possession is no challenge for him at all, and it's only natural that he can master it instantly.

After successfully possessing the creature, Su Qi experienced a strange sensation of his consciousness splitting and running in parallel. At that moment, he felt as if he were both a human being and a fierce tiger from the forests of Northeast China.

As his thoughts flowed, he could easily empathize with all the memories, experiences, skills, and feelings in the tiger spirit's consciousness. At the same time, he also gained a beastly instinct belonging to a tiger, which made his perception more acute and gave him a vague sense of restlessness, a desire for flesh and blood, and a desire to tear apart his prey.

However, as soon as he changed his mind, the restlessness was easily suppressed. Not only did water droplets not appear, but not even a wisp of smoke could be seen.

"How are you feeling?" Daohe, who was standing next to him, immediately asked when he saw that his friend seemed to have successfully possessed him.

A flash of cold, beast-like light flickered in Su Qi's eyes before he regained his composure. He then raised his right hand and clenched it, feeling the strange state he was in now. He said with great interest, "If it weren't for the limitations of this human body, I feel that I could perfectly transform into a tiger right now, running into the deep mountains and forests to eat raw meat and drink blood. Absolutely no one would be able to tell, because I am a tiger to begin with."

"There is no conflict between witchcraft and spiritual power?"

He shook his head. "That tiger spirit was completely submissive; it was a 100% perfect possession."

"Very good." Daohe revealed a slight smile. "With the spirit of the fierce tiger possessing you, your Tiger Roaring Emperor Fist will surely soon reach the realm of refining skin and bones, achieving a perfect combination of form and spirit."

The so-called Tiger Roaring Emperor Fist is a form of boxing created by Taoist boxers who observed the essence of the fierce tiger. It complements Su Qi's spirit perfectly.

Su Qi shook his head slightly, "Fists are inferior to weapons, and beasts are inferior to humans. Compared to the soul of an ordinary beast like a tiger spirit, the soul experience of a powerful martial artist is much richer and more in line with our human combat habits."

"But human spirits have much more complex minds than beast spirits, and they are much harder to control. However... you can give it a try now."

"Before that, I need to improve my ranking, otherwise the higher-ups won't invest their precious resources in a nobody like me."

"Or, you could try a more challenging super-spirit body?"

Spirit possession involves merging the possessing spirit with oneself, while a so-called super-spirit is created by attaching the possessing spirit to a material medium. It is a high-density energy body made up of spiritual power as its skeleton and magical power as its flesh and blood. They can be directly observed by ordinary people's naked eyes and can also directly interfere with reality. They represent the true high-end combat skills of psychics.

"Hmm, I'll give it a try."

Seemingly following Dao He's advice, Su Qi ejected the tiger spirit from his body, then used the tiger tooth pendant as a material medium to fuse the two together, attempting to create a super spirit body, but failed.

The reason wasn't that he lacked magical power or experience; it was simply that he didn't want to appear too monstrous, so he deliberately failed. In his own perception, although fusing a spirit with an inanimate object was slightly more difficult than fusing it with himself, it was only slightly more difficult, and he could easily handle it in half an hour at most.

Ultimately, it's because he brought too much foundation from the previous world. Even Ye Wang, the strongest BOSS in this world, didn't have such terrifying talent when he was a child, which can be described as monstrous, or even more monstrous than this.

Seeing this, Daohe was somewhat disappointed, but also relieved. If his friend had easily achieved the super spirit body, he would have suspected that the other party was possessed by some powerful spirit or god.

Afterwards, Dao He, who had unexpectedly achieved his goal ahead of schedule, did not leave. Instead, he discussed with Su Qi how to construct a super spirit body and specific tactical issues. During this discussion, Su Qi discovered that Dao He was extremely knowledgeable about the other spirit children, knowing exactly which one used which fist technique, what weapon, and which one possessed spiritual communication abilities.

It wasn't until the bright moon was high in the sky and it was nearly midnight that the two of them left with the other children and returned to the small courtyard to rest.

Next, while recovering from his injuries, Su Qi studied the differences in the effects of power between the two worlds, attempting to improve the Dream Bubble into a skill that could be used in this world. In addition, he also referred to the descriptions in the original work, hoping to master more advanced techniques for using witchcraft.

And so, his peaceful life continued for more than a week, until he encountered the brat who had broken Dao Cheng's limbs again—Dao Lian.

Chapter Four: I'll Slap You on Behalf of Your Parents

At that time, Su Qi, whose injuries had healed, was waiting for Dao He to go to morning class together. He squatted alone at the entrance of the alley, talking to a white wildflower growing by the roadside.

Yes, he was communicating with the wildflowers. He hadn't become a vegetable, nor had he mastered the language of plants, but with his powerful magical abilities, he could even communicate with plants and engage in spiritual exchanges.

Although that little wildflower had a faint soul, it did not have a clear self-awareness. It only had an extremely simple and calm emotional fluctuation—a longing for sunlight, a longing for water, a striving to survive, a striving to bloom, a striving to reproduce, so that its life could continue to be passed on through its seeds.

Because of her simple mind, she showed a unique resilience, which touched Su Qi's heart inexplicably.

Only humans, as fellow races, are considered superior life forms. Other creatures like flowers, birds, insects, fish, grass, trees, and beasts, though they can also be called life, are not worth much attention. They are merely resources used by humans, the rulers of the planet. Before coming to this world, he was by no means a cold-hearted person. He would even feel a pang of reluctance when he saw others killing chickens during festivals. But in any case, this viewpoint was still deeply rooted in his subconscious.

But at this moment, he had never realized so clearly that other plants and animals besides humans were also life, and that they were also trying to survive just like humans, or even more hard.

Gently touching the leaves of the little flower and concentrating on communicating with it, Su Qi seemed to see it struggling underground to break through the seed coat, to take root and sprout, to grow stems and leaves, to absorb sunlight and water, to resist wind and rain, until it bloomed into a small white flower.

In a daze, he felt as if his soul was merging and resonating with this tiny soul. Since emerging from inside the Shikon Jewel, his soul, which had been stagnant, seemed to be pried open by a small root system, revealing an extremely fine crack.

Come on!

A warm smile curved his lips as Su Qi tried to convey his goodwill to the little flower.

The latter, of course, could not understand, but seemed to be able to sense it, and slowly conveyed back a little kindness that felt like an illusion, like a newborn kitten gently licking the fingertip.

Su Qi's expression softened further. He was about to try to convey more information to the little flower to see what kind of feedback he would get when a cold and arrogant voice suddenly rang out from above, "Useless trash, what are you doing squatting here?"

As he spoke, a foot suddenly stomped down, crushing the small white flower in front of him.

Su Qi's expression froze instantly. He had been completely focused on communicating with Xiao Hua, and with the restrictions on witchcraft in this world and the frequent comings and goings of people at the alley entrance, he hadn't noticed anyone approaching immediately. But in a flash, he realized who the voice belonged to.

"Get your dog legs away."

Su Qi slowly stood up, staring expressionlessly at the boy who looked to be about ten years old, his tone icy cold.

The boy was none other than Dao Lian, the eldest son of the Dao family, who had broken Dao Cheng's limbs a little over a week ago.

Under the dedicated nurturing of the Taoists, he grew and developed exceptionally well. At only ten years old, he was already as tall as an adult, with broad shoulders and long legs, and his muscles were slender and smooth, without the slightest bit of excess fat.

He held a small crescent-shaped dagger in his right hand, wore a black vest and trousers with yellow trim, and black cloth shoes with the same soles. He had delicate features, neatly trimmed hair, and a tuft of hair standing up like a spearhead on his head. Although he looked handsome and mature beyond his years, with a youthful air, his expression was too aloof and gave people a sense of unapproachability.

"What did you say?"

Hearing Su Qi refer to her feet as a dog's leg, Dao Lian, who had never been insulted like this before, grew even colder. She stared at him intently, her face full of murderous intent, and said, "Trash, say it again, what did you move?"

Su Qi retorted sharply, his dark eyes as cold and deep as an abyss, still expressionless as he stared at the other man, coldly saying, "Get your dog legs off me! Are you a descendant of the deaf? Can't you hear human speech?"

"You're asking for death!!" Dao Lian roared in fury.

You're asking for it!

Su Qi snorted coldly, then suddenly slapped him hard across the left cheek.

Snapped! !

A crisp sound exploded in the air, and Dao Lian's head suddenly tilted to the right. She unconsciously took half a step back, moved her foot off the wildflower, and looked on in disbelief.

Several young spiritual children happened to emerge from the alley. Hearing the noise and witnessing this scene, they were immediately filled with astonishment and disbelief, staring dumbfounded at Su Qi. Someone actually dared to slap the face of the young master of a Taoist family in public! This was outrageous!

At this moment, Dao Lian finally recovered from the sudden slap, slowly turned her head back, glared at Su Qi, and gritted her teeth, saying, "You..."

Before he could even begin to speak, the latter interrupted, "Are you trying to say... that even my father never hit me! You piece of trash, how dare you insult me ​​like this? I will grind you to dust, tear you to pieces, and no one in heaven or earth can save you! Is that right?"

Is it really that ruthless?

Dao Lian was slightly taken aback; being essentially still a ten-year-old boy, he couldn't possibly utter such vulgar words as Su Qi. But he quickly put those thoughts aside and glared angrily at Su Qi, saying, "You actually knew that and still dared to hit me? With your trash like you, I only need one move to kill you!"

"I not only dare to, but I want to do it again."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Qiyang slapped him again, the sound of which was loud as he struck the same spot hard.

Dao Lian was stunned by the blow, staring blankly at Su Qi with disbelief.

“You were calling for your dad just now, and this time you're calling for your mom. Does your dad have to admit his mistakes? Didn't your mom teach you to watch your step? Are you out of your mind? Do you have to step on me to get your attention?”

"I...I...I...I'm going to kill you!!"

He quickly came to his senses, immediately gritted his teeth, his killing intent soaring to the top, his anger burning through the heavens, and he was so furious that he almost exploded on the spot.

"Ma Sun!! Possession and Fusion!!"

In an instant, Dao Lian grabbed the spirit horse, who was in ghost fire form beside him, and pressed it into his chest.

But the next moment, Su Qi slapped him even harder, hitting the same spot again, causing blood to spill from the corner of his mouth, staggering backward, almost driven mad with anger.

"Idiot." Su Qi said with disdain, "How dare you cast a spell in front of the enemy? Do you want to die even faster?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Dao Lian went mad and lost the will to speak. She roared and swung her crescent blade at Su Qi.

clang!!

The shockwave exploded, and a tremendous clang of metal clashing reverberated. The blade of the crescent-shaped saber stopped in front of Su Qi, blocked by a pair of black cross-shaped halberds.

It turned out that the commotion had attracted the attention of the corpse guards responsible for monitoring discipline and security along the roadside, who immediately rushed over and managed to block the attack.

"You bastard! You dare to block my blade with just a piece of rotten flesh? Get out of my way!!"

Dao Lian shouted angrily, but the tall and strong corpse guards dressed in black still held their crutches and remained unmoved. They were just low-level zombies without self-awareness, acting entirely according to pre-arranged orders and the instructions on the talismans on their foreheads. Although they could not harm Dao Lian, the young master of the Daoist family, they would not listen to him and allow him to break the rules and kill people in the street.

"Dao Lian..." Su Qi hid behind the corpse guards, raised his eyebrows and chin, making Jacky Cheung's classic expression, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Eat shit!"

"Aaaaaaahhhhh! Golden Chinese Slash!!"

Dao Lian almost completely lost his mind. He roared and withdrew his sword, ready to unleash his ultimate move and chop that bastard and his corpse guards into mincemeat.

At the same time, several other corpse guards nearby rushed over, preparing to pin him to the ground.

"This is going to be a big problem!"

"How dare Dao Cheng treat Dao Lian like this? Does he have a death wish?"

"Perhaps he knows he'll definitely fail the next assessment, so he's just giving up?"

"Hey, do you think if I go out to help Young Master Daolian, could he plead with Lord Daoyuan to let me go home?"

"Don't even dream about it. Even if it's the young master, there's no way he could make Lord Daoyuan change his mind."

……

More spirit children gathered around as Su Qi and Dao Lian confronted each other, watching the spectacle while making sarcastic remarks.

The next moment, just as Dao Lian and the Corpse Guards were about to fight, several yellow talismans suddenly flew over and accurately stuck to the foreheads of the Corpse Guards.

Instantly, the corpse guards froze like statues, rooted to the spot. Dao Lian, however, did not stop. Instead, she charged forward, her crescent blade flashing like a storm, slashing at the corpse guards blocking her path and Su Qi behind them.

hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss...

In an instant, the blade flashed, cleaving the corpse guard wielding the cross-shaped crutch into pieces. Its momentum continued unabated, engulfing Su Qi with a terrifying wave of killing intent.

Su Qi remained completely calm, merely tilting his head slightly to dodge the incoming blade. Then, he hunched his chest, bent over, turned sideways, raised his leg, and retreated... effortlessly dodging five more blades as if walking in a leisurely stroll, completely exiting Dao Lian's attack range.

He had already reached the profound realm of martial arts, where the absence of specific moves was superior to the presence of any. Given Dao Lian's physical attributes, even if he were not at his peak, and even if Dao Lian were possessed by the powerful general Ma Sun, it would be a pipe dream to injure him.

"Dao Lian, are you alright!?"

At this moment, a young woman with long, curvaceous hair, wearing a green cheongsam with a dragon motif and a slit, and long, fair legs, rushed over. She was Dao Lian's older sister, Dao Run.

"Die!! Golden Chinese Slash Dance!!"

Dao Lian ignored him completely, roared angrily, and charged forward again. Her crescent blade danced wildly through the air, slashing out more than a dozen blade lights that swept towards Su Qi.

"How could you even shout out such an embarrassing and cringeworthy move?"

Su Qi mocked as he retreated, moving with ease amidst the flashes of blades, without being harmed in the slightest.