Chapter 301 - 298: Zhang Meng’s Demon Pattern Proficiency

Chapter 301: Chapter 298: Zhang Meng’s Demon Pattern Proficiency

Just like that, despite the little lass’s frantic interference, a batch of seven Blood Essence Pills was successfully refined.

"What kind of pill is this? It smells pretty good," Xi Yueyao asked, blinking her eyes.

"A Blood Essence Pill. It increases your Qi Blood." Feng Hao smiled, pressing the little lass down on the bed. He then wrapped her in the quilt like a rice dumpling to stop her from being mischievous. "Lie there obediently. Your husband is going to test the pill’s effects first."

"You damned pill peddler, let me out! Or I’ll bite off your ’fiend’!" Xi Yueyao thrashed restlessly.

Feng Hao had no time for her struggles and roars. He simply swallowed a Blood Essence Pill and began to earnestly refine it.

As it turned out, the Blood Essence Pills from the game *Mage* were just as effective in the Mage World. The boost to his Basic Qi Blood was significant; in just over ten minutes, Feng Hao’s Basic Qi Blood rose to 11,150 points.

Feng Hao’s original Basic Qi Blood was 3,450 points. He had lost 300 points helping the little lass with the grafting. This meant that a single Blood Essence Pill had directly increased his Basic Qi Blood by 8,000 points.

’As expected of a top-tier pill from *Mage*. The effect is truly potent.’

Feng Hao marveled silently. After a moment of contemplation, he swallowed a second Blood Essence Pill.

However, the second Blood Essence Pill had no effect. In other words, you could only benefit from one; any more were useless.

’Thinking about it, that makes sense. If one pill can increase Qi Blood by 8,000, wouldn’t I be invincible if I could take them repeatedly?’

Sighing, he opened his eyes. Xi Yueyao was still struggling inside the quilt, like a wriggling silkworm cocoon. It was an explosion of cuteness.

"Alright, alright, I’ll let you out now." Feng Hao chuckled, helping her out of her quilt restraints.

As soon as she was free, Xi Yueyao wordlessly tackled Feng Hao onto the bed. She then wrapped the quilt around him, saying fiercely, "That’s for bullying me! That’s for bullying me..."

Feng Hao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "Lass, stop messing around. Let me go."

"No way. I’ll make you squirm, you bastard." Xi Yueyao straddled him triumphantly, her delicate body completely bare. Then, from who knows where, she produced a whip and brandished it with a wicked grin.

"What the—!" Feng Hao was shocked. He hastily channeled his Magic Power, shredding the quilt to pieces, and stared at her in terror. "What are you doing?"

Seeing Feng Hao use his Magic Power, Xi Yueyao looked displeased, her interest waning. "Boring."

"Don’t fool around. Your husband doesn’t have any special kinks." Feng Hao let out a soft breath, pulling her into his arms in exasperation and feeding her a Blood Essence Pill. "Here, take the pill first, then drive yourself to class."

"Okay." Xi Yueyao smacked her lips and obediently swallowed the Blood Essence Pill. "Mm, it tastes pretty good."

A moment later, as the pill’s effects spread through her, Xi Yueyao cried out in surprise, "Huh? My Qi Blood is rising so fast!"

"Don’t talk. Just focus on refining the medicinal effects," Feng Hao said, still a bit exasperated.

"Mhm." Xi Yueyao obediently closed her eyes and snuggled into Feng Hao’s embrace like a sleeping kitten.

A dozen or so minutes later, the little lass opened her eyes, which were now shining. "What an amazing pill! Are there more?"

"You can only take one. Any more would be useless." Feng Hao chuckled and explained briefly, then urged her gently, "It’s getting late. Hurry up and get dressed for class. Your husband won’t be taking you today."

"Why? Don’t you love me anymore?" the little lass asked, her eyes welling up with tears.

"What are you thinking?" Feng Hao couldn’t help but laugh. "I recently obtained a special law soul and plan to hurry up and construct a Secret Technique. Once it’s done, I’ll take you to the Origin Secret Realm."

Only then did the little lass calm down. She obediently got dressed and walked downstairs reluctantly.

"Oh, right. Doesn’t Fatty major in Demon Patterns? Have him come over."

"Got it." Xi Yueyao nodded in response and soon drove away in her Mansa.

After seeing the little lass off, Feng Hao took out a large pile of books and jade slips on Demon Pattern construction, starting to study and experiment with them.

Before long, Zhang Meng rushed over in a hurry.

"Boss, I heard you were going to construct a Secret Technique, so your little bro rushed right over." Zhang Meng’s expression was as punchable as ever. The fat on his body jiggled, and it looked like he had gained another layer.

Lines of frustration appeared on Feng Hao’s forehead. "How are you here so fast? Don’t you have class?"

"Pfft, what class is more important than my Boss’s business?" Zhang Meng said dismissively.

"..." Feng Hao was speechless for a moment, then frowned and barked, "Get your ass back to class. You can come back this afternoon."

Zhang Meng chuckled, knowing Feng Hao was genuinely worried about his studies. A warm feeling spread in his heart, and he said with a cheeky grin, "Don’t worry, Boss. The level of Demon Patterns at Five Provinces Academy is too low. The day before yesterday, during the very first class, I argued the teacher into silence. To put it bluntly, listening to them is less productive than studying on my own."

Feng Hao was surprised. "Damn, you’re that good now, kid?"

"Of course! My attainments in Demon Pattern studies are formidable!" Zhang Meng said smugly. "In Teacher Yue’s words, I’m a once-in-a-millennium Demon Pattern genius with a natural affinity for them."

Feng Hao nodded, impressed even if he didn’t fully grasp it. He looked up and asked, "Can you design a Secret Technique structure for a law soul?"

"A piece of cake," Zhang Meng said, full of confidence. "Let your little bro see the law soul first."

"Alright." Feng Hao didn’t waste words, casually handing over the crystal bottle containing the Deceitful Poison Chain Soul.

Zhang Meng took the law soul and instinctively scanned it with his Divine Sense. He quickly discerned the characteristics and data of the Deceitful Poison Chain Soul and said thoughtfully, "Tsk tsk, a high-quality Deceitful Poison Chain Soul. There are many design paths. I wonder what the Boss has in mind?"

"I’m currently lacking in control abilities, so I want to construct a control-type Secret Technique. With high damage, if possible," Feng Hao stated frankly.

"That... I’m sure I can do it, but the key issue is you, Boss," Zhang Meng said, inwardly conflicted.

"Oh? Is there a problem?"

Zhang Meng smacked his lips and explained, "You might not know this, Boss, but control-type Secret Techniques are extremely complex to construct. If you add damage-type Demon Patterns, the total number of paths will definitely exceed a thousand. And since you haven’t mastered ’Hidden Power Condensation’ yet, you definitely won’t be able to use it."

"I see." Feng Hao came to a realization. He pondered for a moment and said, "Then forget the damage. Just make it a pure control Secret Technique."

"Mm, that makes it much easier." Zhang Meng smiled confidently. "I already have a preliminary concept. Boss, take a look and see if you’re satisfied. If not, I’ll revise it."

"Damn, you already have an idea?" Feng Hao said, stunned.

"Of course. I’m a Demon Pattern genius, after all," Zhang Meng said with a smug grin, taking a Demon Pattern Simulator from his Spatial Ring.

Then, under Feng Hao’s astonished gaze, the simulator projected a soft, blue screen of light. Immediately after, guided by Zhang Meng’s Divine Sense, a complex Demon Pattern structure appeared within the light screen.

Feng Hao watched from the side, dumbfounded and gulping.

Although he wasn’t a Demon Pattern major, he had received some basic Demon Pattern education and recognized most of the common Demon Patterns.

Therefore, when he saw the structure Zhang Meng had simulated, he could roughly guess the specific effects of this Secret Technique’s design.