Chapter 232: Driving

Liang Qu's five fingers curved slightly, hooking the beast-patterned bronze mirror.

The mirror surface was like water, silver light flashed, and a pair of pupils glowed with brilliant golden light, as if molten lava was flowing in the depths, and the condensed pressure was heavy as a mountain.

Golden Eyes and Snow Teeth!

Liang Qu's eyes flickered.

He hadn't guessed wrong at all before; the Golden-Eyed Beast's eyes were of great benefit to him!

His gaze swept around, and everything became increasingly bright.

Comparing the two, it seemed that the world before appeared lifeless.

In the corner where the roof beams met, a long-legged spider spun its web, its abdomen pulsing and its leg joints articulated—every detail was vividly displayed.

Several flies that hadn't died yet were stuck on the pulled spider silk, the flies vibrating their wings and struggling powerlessly.

There was a certain improvement just from eyesight, but that wasn't what Liang Qu wanted.

Other aspects...

Pressure?

Or something else?

Liang Qu looked at himself in the mirror, and the more he looked, the more tightly his brows twisted.

The effect could be explored slowly, but just a pair of golden eyes...

It looked cool, but it was absolutely eye-catching; if he ran out and said he hadn't practiced pupil technique, no one would believe him.

Liang Qu closed his eyes, operated the Ten Thousand Victories Holding Yuan, calmed his spirit and looked inward, and collected the aura of his eyes bit by bit.

It looks cool, but it's an absolute eyesore; if he went out and said he'd never practiced eye techniques, no one would believe him.

Not enough, still not enough.

Liang Qu tried repeatedly, the golden eyes became dimmer, until the aura was completely collected and completely hidden, but facing the bronze mirror, he still felt that there was a change compared to before.

A person's eyes often represent a person's spirit, and are the window to look directly into the heart.

The colors revealed by different windows are completely different.

High-spirited, enthusiastic, withered, timid, pure, and so on, and the impression given to people is even more different.

Eyes are darker, brighter.

It seems... better looking?

Liang Qu suspected he was too narcissistic; obviously his face hadn't changed, but that was the feeling it gave him.

The sky outside was getting dark, and the heavy rain that had been falling for half a day turned into a continuous drizzle, and the strings of rain pillars under the eaves were intermittent.

Wuzhiqi is the Water Lord; wanting to know the other abilities of the golden eyes, of course, it couldn't be separated from water.

Liang Qu walked through the corridor into the west wing of the third courtyard and went to the pond.

Since the pond was built, the west wing of the third courtyard had been connected to the pond, and a row of wooden boardwalks extended from the room, with the pond underneath, having some Suzhou garden flavor.

In the pond, the old clam closed its double shells and didn't move.

It hadn't seen the sun for several days, and the old clam wasn't in high spirits; it closed its shells many times, perhaps it was resting.

A few small fish saw the human figure shaking on the boardwalk and gathered around one after another.

Liang Qu stared at the fish for a while, and a divine, mysterious induction lingered in his heart.

His thought moved, golden light reappeared, divine light like a torch, and huge pressure covered the earth.

The old clam in the pond was awakened from its dream, subconsciously wanting to escape to the underground river, but suddenly found Liang Qu on the boardwalk, and its whole body trembled.

It's this kid making trouble again!

It worried about spirit monsters and fishermen in the Great Marsh all day, and couldn't sleep peacefully every night; it still couldn't sleep well after arriving at the pond, so wasn't the house moved in vain?

The old clam was frightened for nothing, and its belly was full of slander.

Liang Qu didn't know what the old clam was thinking; he looked at the small fish standing still under his feet, and the induction became increasingly intense.

It seemed he could control them.

Liang Qu pointed to the opposite bank of the pond, and an incredible scene appeared; the small fish actually lined up and swam to the northernmost end of the pond in unison!

The old clam on the side suspected it had seen wrong and moved closer.

Only to see Liang Qu point back, and the small fish swam back again!

The old clam was stunned, even though it had no eyes or mouth.

Didn't see wrong.

The fish were really listening to the command!

Rain silk splashed down, and ripples dotted the pond.

Liang Qu suddenly understood his change.

His thought moved again, and the small fish scattered one after another, working together to push a piece of floating duckweed to the side of the boardwalk.

So that's it!

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He, who had opened his golden eyes, could actually drive ordinary aquatic organisms!

Just small fish, or...

He turned his head and looked at the old clam with its shell open.

"Old Shell!"

"Ah?"

The old clam was stunned, and two golden pupils as brilliant as the sun suddenly appeared in its sea of consciousness, and the vast pressure made it panic and scream, "What is this!"

The faint connection broke instantly.

Liang Qu immediately understood that the influence of the golden eyes had a range and conditions.

Too high strength definitely wouldn't work, it was just that the specific range was unknown, and he had to go to the Great Marsh to test it.

"Old Shell, how do you feel?"

"What feeling?"

The pressure dissipated, the old clam couldn't care about being surprised, and was brought into deep thought, "That sun appeared, it seems it should listen to your words, and..."

"And what?"

"And it's only natural?"

The old clam said a word that even it felt was incredible.

The things these four words represented were too profound.

Even if it was an ancient relic, relying on bloodline pressure, it could intimidate other beasts, but it could never do it to drive other beasts, and it wouldn't give it a feeling of "it's only natural."

Even the reincarnation of a true dragon couldn't do it!

This guy, what is his background?

Ape, golden eyes...

Really hadn't heard of it.

The old clam became more and more confused the more it thought.

"Is the feeling strong?"

The old clam pondered for a while.

"Weak."

The initial contact was frightening, but it only struggled slightly to shake off the influence, without much binding force.

Liang Qu nodded, released control over the few small fish, and let them swim freely.

"Don't show this ability in front of spirit monsters, lest it bring disaster to yourself."

The old clam advised kindly.

They had been together for a while, although Liang Qu often did some inexplicable things, he was still a good person.

Wandering in the Great Marsh, sunbathing in the pond, occasionally having a few water beasts come to communicate, it was much better than the bitter life of being a shell alone, at least there was someone to joke with.

"Rest assured, I have a count in my heart."

The better the bloodline of the spirit monster, the greater the benefit after eating it; if he showed off in the Great Marsh, he might be targeted by some big monster.

Liang Qu looked up, and a trace of red light faintly penetrated the dark clouds.

The sky was dark.

The auction ended at noon, mixed with duels, claiming merit, and then boiling medicine, the time had already reached the evening.

Not to mention there was a martial art he hadn't learned, it wouldn't be too late to go to the Great Marsh tomorrow.

Liang Qu returned to the quiet room and took out the free mid-tier martial art Thunder-character Seal Technique he won from the duel.

He pulled off the wax at the mouth of the scroll, opened the scroll, and read it through.

This was the first time he had learned a Myriad Manifestation martial art, especially the thunder property which was quite practical.

"A bit like Palm Thunder, hmm? There's also a part of movement technique... it's quite peculiar; can it be combined with the Ying-Dragon pattern? I'll try it in the dream tonight."

In the kitchen, Aunt Zhang brought bowls and chopsticks.

For convenience, Liang Qu ate in the kitchen every time, saving the trouble of carrying it back and forth.

The old monk walked into the kitchen and sat opposite.

Liang Qu filled the bowl with rice and habitually asked if there was any harvest, and the answer he got was as always.

"Not yet."

"Master doesn't need to be too obsessed with a scripture; go out and walk more on weekdays, combine work and rest."

The old monk studied the Consciousness-Only Theory every day, not to mention forgetting to eat and sleep, he didn't even step out of the door.

So much so that Liang Qu could only see him at mealtime every day, and his sense of presence had dropped quite a bit.

The external brain also needs to rest.

"Good."

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"Good."

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