Green Wolf Essence

Interesting, but I don't believe you.

Zhang Yang lay on the ground and looked up at the bright starry sky. Although he was exhausted, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

He had succeeded.

Besides, there was more than one surprise. In addition to verifying his previous assumptions, he also learned for the first time the concept of dharmic powers.

I finally have a taste of being an immortal cultivator.

But the price of purification through the golden balance was too expensive. For 0.1 unit of low-level demonic power, it actually asked for 1,000 energy points.

I hate such a treacherous merchant.

For the time being, he wouldn't wish for dharmic powers and whatnot because the most important thing right now was to create talisman and battle marks.

Carefully wrapping the small wisp of extremely dishonest demonic power using the soul threads, Zhang Yang abandoned his distracting thoughts and seized the time to recover. He had to admit that whenever such moments happened, he appreciated the existence of the Tree Demon Tower all the more .

That deer lord sure was ignorant about it.

After just two hours, Zhang Yang recovered all of his soul energy, but didn't get into creating talismans and battle marks right away. On the contrary, he released his soul force field and examined the small wisp of demonic power again, with more accuracy this time. He wanted to dissect the more subtle levels of this demonic power with the soul threads.

This is a connection that can't be bypassed in any case.

How can I defeat an opponent without understanding it?

Thanks to this state of mind, Zhang Yang's soul threads within the soul force field were like dense knives that circled the 'meaty' demonic power, slicing back and forth as they analyzed it.

And this time, something very interesting happened. At a certain moment, Zhang Yang felt as if he had turned into a green wolf, running and hunting like the wind in the forest, and that wanton wildness almost made him lose himself.

Although Zhang Yang regained control in a flash, he was still shocked beyond belief, and he vaguely felt as if he had intruded into some forbidden zone.

The demon blood of the green wolf contained demonic power, and the demonic power actually hid the soul of a green wolf? Or maybe it wasn't a soul, but it was definitely purer than before. If one looked at it from a human perspective, it was more like an essence—like the strength of character of a scholar, bravado of a martial artist, unrestrainedness of a prodigal son, and leisure of a recluse.

Zhang Yang admitted that everyone owned a soul, and that there were higher and lesser souls.

In that case, the wild green wolf soul that he almost got lost in should belong to the noblest of the green wolves, the most metaphysical part of their race.

Zhang Yang experienced it with his soul, as if he was appreciating a classic ancient poem, an exquisite prose, or an heirloom painting.

Perhaps using the soul of a green wolf was a bit off-putting, but he had to admit that the wanton wildness of that moment really moved him.

At that moment, he even forgot his initial purpose and simply savored the quiet night and listened to it, as if he had transformed into a green wolf, running freely under the starlight.

Wind brushed against his hair.

Night darkened his eyes.

Blood gushed out of the neck of his prey, igniting his solitary and prideful life.

The soul force field was terminated at some point, and the wisp of demonic power was nowhere to be found. However, Zhang Yang neither thought about nor paid attention to it. He took the quiet night as the grave of that wanton wildness and silently remembered it.

When the day dawned and night faded, Zhang Yang left the range of the Tree Demon Tower in deep thought and stood at the edge of the hillock, overlooking the primeval forest that was still shrouded in darkness. For a moment, he really wanted to howl like a green wolf, but in the end, he stifled a chuckle.

No one knew how much he had gained last night. Not only did he learn to purify demonic power, but he also obtained the green wolf essence. But most importantly, he finally knew what was more precious than an interesting soul.

That's right. Essence!

Every human being had a soul and a soul contained memories, joy, anger, sadness, and various personality changes. But most of them were impurities, useless impurities. The only sparkle was the essence of the soul, but it didn't necessarily refer to justice or goodness, but long-lasting, firm, and persistent belief instead.

It was like a star in the night. Even if its body decayed or soul perished, its essence was still there and would never be erased!

Just like this green wolf demon. Even though its soul was full of nothing but memories of its hunt, it still managed to have a wild sparkle transformed into its essence.

This was something that was very valuable.

Zhang Yang felt that if he studied this topic in-depth, he might also be able to proudly scream at heaven one day.

I came from Earth! Can I live forever?!

In addition to the above, there was another fascinating thing.

Zhang Yang obtained a green wolf demon essence, but the Village Building Order actually provided no information.

As for what exactly the use of the green wolf essence was, it was simple. In the future, Zhang Yang could refine the green wolf demon blood, purify its demonic power, and conserve 90 percent of its strength.

In comparison, that 0.01 unit of dharmic power that purified with the demonic power was really not worth mentioning, though it made him feel so much closer to becoming a great immortal cultivator.

"Village Chief, you're awake."

Wu Yuan came over from afar and looked a bit depressed, as if he had stumbled upon some difficult matters.

"Why? Is there something wrong with the making of the armor-piercing eagle feather arrows?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile. He was in a great mood after spending the night solving the problem of purifying demonic power.

"Yes, Village Chief. We sharpened the arrow shafts yesterday and also prepared the eagle feathers and various arrowheads. But when we tried to put them together, we found them to be unqualified. If these poor-quality arrows were paired with a strong bow of at least 300 in power, the arrows will only hurt the bowman himself."

Wu Yuan was at a loss. In fact, the implication was that the skills and materials weren't in place. One could lead a horse to water but one couldn't make it drink.

That was why Zhang Yang instantly understood the situation.

The reason he gave the orders the day before was to take advantage of the strengthening of the demon souls to reinforce these feathers and arrows. But now, it seemed that even with the three stooges of Wu Yuan, Qin Yidao, and Zhao Tiezhu, there was really nothing that could be done.

Fortunately, Zhang Yang had a perfect solution, and that was dharmic powers!

With dharmic powers, it was no longer a problem.

"Don't worry about it, I will find a way to solve it. Hurry and make Qin Yidao and the others take a break. In an hour, I want to strengthen them using demon souls."