Become a god by AFK starting from Naruto

As he spoke, he gestured for Xingliu to follow him and leave.

Xingliu nodded slightly and followed behind him into a quiet reception room.

After the two entered the living room, Feng Xingtong gently closed the door.

He turned around, looked at Xingliu, and said:

"The method of cultivating spirit control was taught orally by me. Due to its importance, we have not recorded it in any written materials. I hope you can understand."

Xingliu nodded in agreement after hearing this.

So Feng Xingtong began to dictate the cultivation method of binding spirits and commanding generals.

After a while, Xingliu saw the message in the system that "One of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, Spirit Binding and Commanding, has been successfully acquired," and couldn't help but feel a little happy.

The fact that the system task was completed so smoothly is undoubtedly a good start.

At this moment, Feng Xingtong finished narrating and looked at Xingliu, asking:

"Is there anything else you don't understand? I can explain it to you again."

Upon hearing this, Xingliu shook his head and said, "No need, I've already memorized everything. Thank you for your help."

Feng Xingtong was somewhat surprised after hearing this.

He hadn't expected Xingliu's memory to be so amazing; he could remember so much content after hearing it only once.

It seems this person is indeed no ordinary person.

However, he thought again, if Xingliu was an ordinary person, why would his father let him come into contact with such a secret as the Spirit Binding and Commanding?

Xingliu quietly closed his eyes and began to delve into the essence of binding spirits and commanding generals.

In this drastically altered world of one, the art of summoning spirits is no longer merely a simple skill of manipulating souls.

In this new era, this extraordinary skill has been reborn, giving rise to even more powerful abilities.

The current method of controlling spirits can even allow users to deeply experience the entire life of a controlled soul.

This magical ability is like a gateway to countless treasure troves of knowledge, allowing users to quickly master the skills that the soul was proficient in during its lifetime.

Even more astonishing is that this technique is closely related to the strength of one's control over the soul.

The stronger the controlled soul, the faster the cultivation speed of Spirit Control and Command, and the more astonishing the power that can be absorbed.

When the art of binding spirits and commanding generals is cultivated to its extreme, it is even possible to touch the edge of the rules of reincarnation.

Although this ability won't be of much help to Xingliu, it's still good to bring it back for the girls to cultivate.

Just then, Xingliu suddenly frowned slightly, as if he had sensed something.

He acted quickly, pulling Feng Xingtong, who was standing by the door, away.

Immediately afterwards, the door to the reception room was flung out as if struck by a tremendous force, crashing heavily against the wall of the corridor with a deafening roar.

"Zhang Chulan, I was wrong, please forgive me."

A girl wearing a pink dress walked in.

Her long, jet-black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, creating a striking contrast with her pink dress.

The girl's eyes sparkled with intelligence; you could tell at a glance she was a clever little devil.

However, after entering the room, she didn't seem to find her target. Her gaze swept over Xingliu and Feng Xingtong, then she tilted her head and said cutely, "You've got the wrong person."

After saying that, she turned around and prepared to leave.

Feng Xingtong was stunned by this sudden turn of events. Before he could react, the door had already been sent flying out.

He stared blankly at the girl's departing figure.

In contrast, Xingliu appeared much calmer.

He recognized the girl the moment he saw her.

That's the female protagonist in "One Person's World," the incredibly witty Feng Baobao.

Feng Xingtong finally came to his senses, and his gaze involuntarily turned to the door that was already embedded in the wall.

He could imagine that if Xingliu hadn't pulled him away in time, he might already be in the hospital by now.

Thinking of this, Feng Xingtong couldn't help but feel a wave of fear, and at the same time, anger surged in his heart.

He shouted at the girl who had already reached the door, "Who are you?! How did you get in here?!"

Feng Baobao stopped in her tracks when she heard Feng Xingtong's shout.

She turned around and looked at Feng Xingtong, seemingly pondering his question.

After a while, she said innocently, "I came to find Zhang Chulan. Have you seen him?"

Feng Baobao's reply perfectly illustrates the point of replying randomly after already reading the message.

Feng Xingtong was quite taken aback by this answer.

Just as he was about to say something more, Xingliu, who had been silently observing, suddenly spoke up:

"The person you're looking for is up there. I'll take you to him."

Upon hearing this, Feng Baobao's eyes immediately lit up. She looked at Xing Liu and gave him a bright smile: "You're a really nice person."

Chapter 209 You dare to ambush me? Haven't you ever died before?

After hearing Xingliu's words, Feng Xingtong, despite still feeling some resentment and doubt, ultimately chose to remain silent.

Xingliu had just saved him, preventing him from potentially getting hurt.

Furthermore, his father had specifically instructed that Xingliu's requests should be met as much as possible, as long as they were not excessive.

Accompanied by Feng Xingtong, the young master of the Fengyun Group, they passed through the group's various areas without any hindrance, and finally arrived at a luxurious and magnificent reception room.

Xingliu pushed the door open without hesitation and entered, only to find Feng Zhenghao chatting and laughing with a red-haired man.

Feng Zhenghao was initially slightly displeased at being disturbed, but when his gaze fell on Xingliu, his displeasure vanished instantly, replaced by a warm smile.

He stood up, warmly greeted Xingliu, and asked with concern:

"Oh, it's you, young friend! Has Xing Tong been treating you well?"

However, Feng Zhenghao's enthusiastic words displeased Jia Zhengyu, who was sitting to the side.

He scrutinized Xingliu with sharp eyes and questioned him in an unfriendly tone:

"Hey, who are you?"

Jia Zhengyu's question carried a hint of provocation and dissatisfaction; clearly, he was not used to seeing Feng Zhenghao so enthusiastic towards others.

This made him feel slighted.

These words immediately created a somewhat subtle and tense atmosphere in the reception room.

To everyone's surprise, Xingliu completely ignored Jia Zhengyu's question.

He simply nodded slightly to Feng Zhenghao, and then prepared to leave with Feng Baobao and the others.

This scene thoroughly enraged Jia Zhengyu.

He couldn't accept being ignored like this, especially Xingliu's indifferent gaze, as if he were nothing at all.

Driven by passion, Jia Zhengyu disregarded everything else and immediately used his telekinesis technique to control the flying knife as it hurtled towards Xingliu.

Upon seeing this, Feng Zhenghao was greatly alarmed and quickly shouted, "Watch out!"

Xingliu seemed not to hear him and continued walking forward.

Just as the throwing knife was about to hit Xingliu, he suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the throwing knife returned along the same path at an even faster speed, heading straight for Jia Zhengyu.

All of this happened so fast that Jia Zhengyu had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as the throwing knife flew towards him.

Jia Zhengyu was terrified. He hadn't expected his attack to be so easily deflected.

Seeing the flying knife approaching, Jia Zhengyu instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late.

In that instant, fear, like cold tentacles, coiled around his heart.

Upon seeing this, Feng Zhenghao felt a pang of anxiety.

He invited these people, and if anything happens to them here, the subsequent trouble is self-evident.

He was about to move when he was shocked to find himself bound by an invisible force, unable to move.

A storm was brewing in his heart.

Although he had foreseen Xingliu's strength, he now deeply realized that his previous estimates were far from sufficient.

Xingliu simply stood there, yet he seemed to become an insurmountable mountain.

He did nothing, yet he not only effortlessly deflected Jia Zhengyu's flying knife, but also unknowingly regained control of himself.

Recalling Xingliu's teleportation ability when they first met, Feng Zhenghao was deeply shocked.

He dared not think any further; the young man's unfathomable depths were beyond his comprehension.

At the same time, the throwing knife was already close to Jia Zhengyu's eyes. The cold blade was like a messenger of death, carrying the aura of death towards him.

Extreme fear made Jia Zhengyu's heart leap into his throat. He even lost control of his body at this critical moment, and urine flowed down his trouser leg, wetting the area.

However, the expected excruciating pain did not occur.

Instead, a crisp metallic clang echoed through the air.

Jia Zhengyu mustered his courage and opened his eyes, only to see Xingliu still standing there like a still statue, while his throwing knife had fallen limply to the ground.

At this time, Feng Zhenghao also regained his ability to move.

He stretched his stiff body, looking at Xingliu with awe and gratitude in his eyes:

"Young friend, thank you for showing mercy."

Xingliu merely glanced at him indifferently: "I didn't say I was going to let him go."

He slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed intently on Jia Zhengyu. "You dare to ambush me? You've never died before?"

Seeing this, Feng Zhenghao could only give a helpless, bitter smile.

He knew that compared to the trouble that Xingliu might bring, Jia Zhengyu's matter was obviously insignificant.