Full-Time Magister: White Tiger's Power Lock, Unrivaled Sacred Beast

Chapter 47 Fifth Realm of Mental Power, Big Cow Ai Tutu

Song Qiming spoke with certainty:
"As for the guards... even the most fortified fortress has its weaknesses. With your current mental strength, spatial magic, and full set of magical artifacts, isn't this mission made for you?"

He gave Zhao Chengyue a meaningful look.

"Where's the reward?"

Zhao Chengyue was not completely blinded by the enormous profits, but the risks were still frighteningly high.

"When it comes to risking your life, there has to be a price to pay, right?"

Zhao Chengyue was startled and had an idea.

Although he didn't need to take this risk, since the Silver Sky Lord had shed his feathers and was in a weakened state.

He might be able to directly activate the Super Beast and take it down in one fell swoop. At that time, not only could it shed its feathers, but if it could also drop rare materials, he would become rich overnight.

"Three silver feathers."

Song Qiming held up three fingers.

"No matter how many you get, the hunting grounds will only take three as the target. Any more than that will be yours to keep."

In addition, the hunting grounds will pay you an extra 50 million in cash, or cultivation resources of equivalent value.

This price is enough to tempt any super-level mage!
Zhao Chengyue fell silent, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

Infiltrating the Great Monarch's lair to steal things... that's like dancing on a knife's edge!

But the value of the Silver Feather, and Old Man Bao's seemingly pointed remark...

Anyway, we have the Super Beast, so let's just go for it!

"So? Dare to take this 'thief job'?"

Song Qiming asked with a sly smile, looking just like a cunning old fox.

While Zhao Chengyue was struggling internally, weighing the risks and rewards...

"Grandpa! You've tricked Chengyue into doing this kind of dangerous thing again!"

Lingling's clear, yet angry voice suddenly broke in. She had somehow moved closer, snatched the tablet, and stared at the pictures and information on it, her face tense.

"The Silver Dome Lord's feathers? Do you think he has too long a life ahead of him?"

"Lingling, I never expected you to care about me so much~"

Zhao Chengyue raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He deliberately dragged out his words as he looked at the little girl who had suddenly jumped out.

"Who cares about you!"

Lingling's face flushed bright red instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and her voice rose sharply:
"Don't flatter yourself! I'm just afraid you'll be foolish enough to get tricked by Grandpa, and then no one at the hunting lodge will take on those thankless, dirty, and tiring jobs!"

She slammed the tablet computer onto the table next to her with a loud "thud," glaring angrily at Zhao Chengyue, but her eyes darted around, avoiding his smiling gaze.

"Oh—I see."

Zhao Chengyue drawled out his words, his smile widening, giving off an "I understand, I understand" look that made Lingling want to jump up and bite him.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm tough as nails, I won't give up so easily."

"Humph!"

Lingling snorted heavily, crossed her arms, and turned her head away, leaving him with only her furry back of her head, though the tips of her ears were still red.

Watching the two bicker, Song Qiming stroked his beard and chuckled. He waited until Lingling calmed down before slowly speaking:
"Alright, alright, Lingling is just worried and confused."

"But Chengyue," he changed the subject, returning to the main topic with a serious look in his eyes.

"Although Lingling exaggerated a bit, the risks do exist."

However, fortune favors the bold, and you know the true value of this 'Silver Feather.'

He paused, his gaze sweeping meaningfully between Zhao Chengyue and Lingling, who was still sulking.
"Moreover... although this job is dangerous, it's not entirely impossible."

The key lies in the 'timing' and the 'method'. The Silver Dome Lord will slumber for a day after shedding its feathers, during which its strength will be greatly reduced; this is the only window of opportunity. As for how to avoid those guarding, feathered beasts and silently sneak onto Featherfall Rock…” Song Qiming deliberately drew out his words:

"This requires a master who is extremely proficient in the habits of demons, terrain exploration, intelligence analysis, and... well, how to perfectly conceal oneself under various surveillance and perception."

Before Zhao Chengyue could react, the hairy back of the head next to him suddenly turned around.

"Grandpa! Don't even think about it!"

Lingling immediately called out alertly:
"I would never help this idiot plan such a suicide mission!"

"Really?"

Song Qiming calmly picked up his teacup.

"That's such a pity. I was originally thinking that if we could successfully obtain the Silver Feather, besides the three for the Hunting Grounds and Cheng Yue's share, what would be left over?"

He paused deliberately, building up the anticipation, before continuing:
"...Or, near Fallen Feather Rock, there is likely a rare type of 'Azure Stone Milk' that only condenses in extremely cold, high-altitude environments."

For space-based mages, this is an unparalleled treasure for tempering the spirit. Although its effect is not as strong as a mind-refining stone, it is still an extremely rare and precious item, seldom seen in the world.

Song Qiming's gaze fell on Zhao Chengyue, carrying a hint of inquiry and understanding:

"Especially for those whose spatial abilities have made rapid progress, but whose foundation may be... somewhat superficial, it is an excellent aid for consolidating their foundation and reaching a higher level."

Zhao Chengyue understood; wasn't Old Man Bao pointing this out to him?

Given Bao Laotou's mastery of forbidden spells, it's not surprising that he could discern the extent of Bao Laotou's spiritual power. This time, by going to one place, he was able to obtain Qingyuan Grass, Silver Feather, and Kongqing Stone Milk, which can be described as having food practically fed to him.

He certainly had no reason to refuse.

Thinking of this, he readily agreed, a smile spreading across his face.

As for Lingling?

Mo Fan, I'm sorry. It's normal for a little girl to admire strength. Anyway, you've been cultivating lately and don't have time to hunt demons, so Lingling can stay with me for now!

Balcony of a rental apartment.

As dawn broke, Zhao Chengyue sat cross-legged, surrounded by a faint glow of meditation.

"Almost there, just a little bit more..."

He muttered to himself, his palm tightly clutching a small stone, only half the size of a fist.

In a state of deep meditation, the hard stone of thought shrank and dimmed at a visible speed, like ice and snow melting away, and pure spiritual energy was continuously absorbed into his body.

"magnetic--!"

After a soft yet clear sound, as if spiritual power had broken through some invisible barrier.

Zhao Chengyue suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them before turning into deep joy.

"Success! Fifth Realm Spiritual Power, Initial Stage!"

He let out a long sigh of relief, his face beaming with undisguised excitement. He stood up, stretched comfortably, and his bones cracked slightly.

Just then, I heard the sound of slippers stomping loudly behind me, a sound that seemed a bit defiant.

"Hey! Zhao Chengyue!"

Ai Tutu's signature, energetic voice immediately filled the ears, his tone full of accusation.

"All you do all day is stay in your shabby rented room meditating and cultivating! Last time I asked you to come shopping with me and Sister Mu, you made all sorts of excuses, and now you're even trying to freeload our breakfast!"

She stood with her hands on her hips at the balcony door, her lips pouting high.
"Your lazy and shameless side in private is truly disillusioning!"

Faced with Ai Tutu's barrage of questions, Zhao Chengyue was not annoyed at all; instead, the corners of his mouth curled up in his usual slightly roguish smile.

He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over Ai Tutu's chest, which was heaving slightly with anger, and lazily drew out his words:

"Hey, big cow, you're so hot-tempered, be careful it doesn't affect your development."

(End of this chapter)