Chapter 124: Sharing

The figure floating above the Mu He River was, naturally, the Mu He River God.

But unlike when Feng Zi saw him, the River God's form was constantly changing at this moment, as if he were trembling—

In fact, the River God was indeed trembling uncontrollably right now:

If one were to observe closely, one would discover that the Origin located at his "chest" was shaking slightly.

"That mortal named 'Cun Xin' is actually so terrifying..." The River God recalled the scene that had occurred not long ago, whispering with lingering fear:

"Is this truly a Qi Refiner of the Foundation Establishment Realm? I fear even that Golden Core Refiner is far inferior to him."

Regarding that legendary figure, the first Qi Refiner to break through to the Golden Core Realm, the River God had met him once.

Yet even that human powerhouse, in the River God's view, was no match for him in terms of strength.

In fact, if he utilized the geographical advantage of the Mu He River, that Golden Core Refiner would not be his opponent at all.

But from the very first meeting, facing Feng Zi, the River God only felt terror; he could not summon any thought of resistance in his heart.

And the other party's aura was merely that of a Qi Refiner at the Foundation Establishment Realm!

Originally, in the River God's mind, if he could not afford to offend this "plague god," could he not at least avoid him?

Therefore, as long as Feng Zi's demands were not excessive, he would agree to them and firmly avoid getting entangled with him further.

In the River God's view, he was an Innate Divine; as long as the Mu He River did not dry up, he could exist for a day, and the lifespan of ordinary humans could not compare to his own.

At worst, he would just swallow his pride for a few years.

This human would eventually leave, and when that time came, he would simply drive away the Mu He Tribe settled on the riverbank—

The River God was, after all, a divine being worshipped by people; the most "excessive" punishment he could think of was merely driving the tribe away.

But only a few days had passed, and that human named Cun Xin had become even stronger!

This caused the River God's thoughts to become somewhat active:

"Since the opening of heaven and earth, hundreds of thousands of years have passed. In this long span of time, innate beings have always been the protagonists of this world.

"But the strength of innate beings is innate, yet starting with the Kunpeng, many existences standing at the peak have gradually disappeared.

"Compared to the human race and the Demon race, the progress of the Innate Divines' strength is too slow, and in the future, they will gradually withdraw from the stage of this world..."

If Feng Zi had heard the River God's self-talk, he would surely have angrily scolded, "Nonsense."

After all, on the first day he arrived in this era, he had seen the massive figure of the Kunpeng.

Of course, the River God did not know this, and was only calculating in his heart:

"That human named 'Cun Xin,' I cannot understand his strength, nor can I see through how outstanding his talent is, and I cannot even see his path of cultivation.

"But what is miraculous is... I always feel that if anyone can lead the future of this world, it can only be that human."

The River God had to admit that there was no basis for this judgment; it was merely guided by a certain "intuition."

But unlike human intuition or Demon instinct, the "instinct" of an Innate Divine was not a biological instinct—

In a sense, an Innate Divine was not actually a biological creature, but an "existence" closer to the Origin of the Dao, approximating a certain "essence."

Therefore, the River God unconditionally trusted his intuition:

"Since that human named Cun Xin values the Mu He Tribe so much, I will cater to his preferences and build a connection with him through this tribe."

Of course, Feng Zi, who was on the River God's mind, naturally did not know the other party's calculations at this moment.

He casually said goodbye to Lu Hanwen and the others, then turned and walked into the room with Qing Lin.

"You succeeded!" Qing Lin stared at Feng Zi's face, and only after a long while did she say softly.

The strength of Lu Hanwen and the others was still too low, to the point that they only felt that some positive change had occurred in Feng Zi.

But as for Feng Zi's changes, they still could not put their fingers on it, only sensing that his aura had become more steady and restrained.

In Qing Lin's perception, Feng Zi's ability to control his own strength had already reached a higher level.

As for the improvement in strength, that was not the most important thing.

"That is natural; it can be considered that hard work pays off." To Qing Lin's question, Feng Zi answered frankly:

"Adjust your state slightly, and I will share with you my own conception of the Breathing Technique."

Since he had completely walked through this path, he did not hesitate at all and said so.

However, upon hearing these words, Qing Lin hesitated:

"This is the cultivation insight you realized yourself; telling me just like this... is it really okay?"

Regarding this question, Feng Zi asked back, very puzzled: "I don't think there is any problem; why do you ask?"

Of course, he understood very well in his heart that this kind of technique was the foundation of a cultivator's path and belonged to the secret, non-transferable knowledge of a lineage.

According to common sense, such an existence should indeed not be casually given to others.

But whether from the rational perspective of strengthening his own side or the personal emotion of trusting Qing Lin, Feng Zi could not think of a reason to refuse.

Qing Lin naturally understood this as well.

But for some reason, she inexplicably showed a trace of hesitation, as if she thought she was not worthy: "But..."

Seeing this, Feng Zi sighed helplessly, cupped Qing Lin's cheeks in his hands, and said very seriously:

"I hope you can understand that since you woke up, we have been traveling together. I trust you, and you are worthy of my trust; that is enough.

"Furthermore, you are willing to unconditionally teach me the techniques you have mastered; I naturally must reciprocate with equal trust. This is what it means to be equal companions, isn't it?"

Facing Qing Lin, Feng Zi did not say any high-sounding words, nor did he say any calculating words.

Hearing this, Qing Lin naturally understood that her worries were indeed a bit too superfluous:

Regarding her, Feng Zi's trust was the same as ever, which made her heart feel a wave of warmth.

Looking at Feng Zi's serious eyes, inexplicably, a trace of unfamiliar emotion arose in Qing Lin's heart.

A blush appeared on Qing Lin's cheeks; she subconsciously looked away and whispered, "I know, I won't let my imagination run wild anymore in the future."

Seeing the other party's appearance, Feng Zi only then realized in hindsight:

Along the way, he had mostly viewed her as a reliable companion, a powerful partner, and a friend akin to family—

Unknowingly, he seemed to have truly overlooked that Qinglin was a young woman in the prime of her youth.

"My apologies, I was too abrupt," Feng Zi hurriedly withdrew his hands and offered an apology.

Once the two of them had collected their thoughts a little, Feng Zi then began to recount the Breathing Technique he had comprehended.