nyslfriends Chapter 26 Eight Years of Holy Light Phoenix Falcon!
Chapter 26 Eight Years of Holy Light Phoenix Falcon!
Chapter 26 Eight Hundred Years of Holy Light Phoenix Falcon!
Ma Hongjun felt a warmth in his heart.
Although Flander was sharp-tongued, his protection of his students was truly impeccable.
"Teacher, about my second spirit ring—" Ma Hongjun changed the subject, "what direction do you think would be best?"
Flanders pondered for a moment.
"Your first spirit ring is the Holy Light Sparrow, which grants you the Wings of Light. Ideally, your second spirit ring should also be a light-type bird spirit beast, as the attributes will be compatible and more beneficial for the evolution of your spirit."
"What about the year?"
"Between seven hundred and eight hundred years. Although you are born with full soul power and your physical fitness is much stronger than your peers, the limit of your second soul ring is only about eight hundred years. To be on the safe side, find one that is around seven hundred years old."
Ma Hongjun nodded.
A light-elemental bird-type soul beast that is seven to eight hundred years old.
This target is much harder to find than Oscar's Mighty Bear, but it's not entirely impossible.
"Are there specific target types?" Li Yusong interjected from the side.
Flander thought for a moment: "The superior form of the Holy Light Sparrow is the Holy Light Falcon, which can be over a thousand years old. If we can find a seven-hundred-year-old Holy Light Falcon, it would be the ideal choice for Hong Jun."
Holy Light Falcon.
Ma Hongjun silently recited the name in his heart, making sure he remembered it.
Not far away, the stream made a bend, and the view suddenly opened up before us.
A small clearing in the woods came into view, and the sunlight shone down without any obstruction, illuminating the entire clearing.
In the center of the open space stood a huge old banyan tree, its canopy spreading out like an umbrella, its branches and leaves lush and full of life.
Flander stopped and his gaze fell on the banyan tree.
His pupils contracted slightly.
"Found it."
Flander's gaze fell on the huge old banyan tree, and his pupils contracted slightly.
"Found it."
Ma Hongjun followed his gaze and his heart skipped a beat.
At the very top of the old banyan tree, at the highest point of its canopy, a golden ray of light rests quietly on a branch.
The light was not dazzling, but soft and warm, like the first rays of sunlight falling on the treetops in the morning.
As the gaze focused, the outline of the ray of light gradually became clear.
It was a bird.
It is about two feet long, much larger than ordinary birds.
Its entire body is covered with golden-white feathers, the edges of each feather shimmering faintly, as if washed by moonlight.
It has a tuft of long, slender crest feathers on its head, which extend backward in a streamlined shape and sway gently in the wind, adding a touch of elegance.
Its tail feathers are the most striking feature.
Two extremely long central tail feathers, more than twice the length of the body, forked at the ends, shimmering with a golden luster in the sunlight.
That's not a falcon.
Or rather, not entirely a falcon.
Ma Hongjun stared at the bird, and a name popped into his mind.
"Holy Light - Phoenix Falcon?"
Flanders raised an eyebrow slightly: "You know him?"
"No—I don't recognize it." Ma Hongjun quickly shook his head. "I just think it looks a bit like the Holy Light Sparrow we encountered before, but it's more—more noble."
Flanders nodded, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"Your intuition is spot on. This is the Holy Light Falcon, the superior form of the Holy Light Sparrow. Strictly speaking, it is an evolved species of the Holy Light Sparrow, extremely rare, appearing only once every hundred years."
He paused, lowering his voice even further.
"More importantly, this kind of soul beast has a trace of the bloodline of an ancient phoenix flowing through its veins."
Ma Hongjun's heart suddenly raced.
Ancient Phoenix Bloodline.
This is no ordinary soul beast; it is an existence that shares the same origin as his martial soul.
"Its age is approximately between eight and nine hundred years."
Flander carefully observed the Holy Light Falcon's size and soul power fluctuations. "It's a bit higher than we expected, but still within your tolerance range. Eight hundred years, although close to the limit, should be manageable with your physical condition."
Ma Hongjun took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
"Teacher, I want this one."
Flanders glanced at him and nodded.
"Wait for the right moment. The Holy Light Falcon has extremely keen senses; it will fly away at the slightest disturbance. We'll circle around to its blind spot, then I'll take control of it, and you can finish it off."
"it is good."
The four moved silently through the forest.
Flanders walked at the front, each step landing on the thickest part of the fallen leaves without making a sound.
His four-eyed cat-owl martial soul had already possessed him, but he did not reveal his soul rings, suppressing the fluctuations of his soul power to the minimum.
Li Yusong and Lu Qibin guarded the two sides, blocking any possible escape routes for the Holy Light Falcon.
Ma Hongjun followed behind Flander, holding his breath, his heart pounding in his ears.
They went around to the side and behind the old banyan tree.
From this angle, the Holy Light Falcon's view was blocked by the thick tree trunk and dense foliage, making it impossible for it to see them directly.
Flander raised his right hand, and his soul power began to condense.
Two yellow, two purple, and three black spirit rings silently appeared, with the first yellow spirit ring lighting up.
"Four-Eyed Cat Owl, First Soul Skill - Wind Binding".
An invisible vortex of wind shot out from Flander's palm, moving at great speed and without a sound.
The whirlwind drew an arc in the air, bypassing the tree trunks and branches, and precisely entangled the Holy Light Falcon.
The Holy Light Falcon sensed danger.
Its crest suddenly burst open, and golden light burst forth from its body, illuminating the entire canopy.
With its wings spread, it has a wingspan of nearly one meter, and its golden-white feathers shimmer in the sunlight.
It wants to escape.
But it was too late.
The wind's bindings wrapped around its body the instant it flapped its wings.
An invisible whirlwind, like a chain, wrapped around the base of its wings, bound its legs, and locked its neck.
The Holy Light Phoenix let out a sharp cry and struggled desperately.
Golden flames surged from its body, attempting to burn away the wind's bindings.
That is the holy light flame unique to the Holy Light Phoenix Falcon, which has an extremely strong restraining effect on dark attributes and evil things.
But against the power of a Soul Saint, this flame was utterly insignificant.
Flander clenched his fist, and the Wind Binding suddenly tightened.
The cry of the Holy Light Phoenix weakened, and the golden light dimmed.
It was firmly trapped in mid-air by the whirlwind, unable to unfold its wings or move its legs, and could only helplessly flap its wings.
"Hurry!" Flander shouted.
Ma Hongjun did not hesitate.
The first spirit ring lit up, and pale golden wings unfurled behind him.
With a powerful leap from his legs, his wings flapped suddenly, and he shot towards the treetops like an arrow.
Thirty meters in less than two seconds.
He rushed to the Holy Light Phoenix Falcon, his right hand outstretched, dark red evil fire gathering in his palm.
The Holy Light Phoenix looked at the human before it, its golden pupils reflecting the dark red flame.
Surprisingly, it stopped struggling.
The way it looked at Ma Hongjun wasn't fear or anger, but something indescribable.
It's like—recognizing something?
Or is it as if it's expecting something?
Looking into those golden pupils, Ma Hongjun suddenly felt a strange sensation.
It was as if there was some connection between him and the Holy Light Falcon that transcended the hunter-prey relationship.
"Feel sorry."
He whispered something and placed his right hand on the head of the Holy Light Phoenix Falcon.
Dark red flames instantly enveloped the head of the Holy Light Falcon.
The Holy Light Phoenix did not struggle, nor did it cry out.
It simply closed its eyes quietly, like a flame that had burned for too long, finally willing to go out.
Golden light slowly flowed from its body, mingling with Ma Hongjun's evil fire.
A soul ring slowly rose from the corpse of the Holy Light Falcon.
Dark yellow.
More than 800 years ago.
Ma Hongjun hovered in mid-air, his light wings flapping slowly to maintain his balance.
He looked at the spirit ring, took a deep breath, and reached out his hand.
The spirit ring sensed his call, floated over slowly, and fell over his head.