Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 859 - 859 295 War Clouds

Chapter 859: Chapter 295 War Clouds Chapter 859: Chapter 295 War Clouds Feng Yin resumed the process of training, concocting medicine, and treating illnesses, arranging for a high-grade appointment every day, and releasing a batch of low-grade medicines every two days.

The quantity varied; sometimes fifty pills, sometimes sixty.

At the least, fifteen pills.

At night, he would go out to carry out missions for Heavenly Judge, and the reputation of the gentle assassin grew louder in the vicinity of Yuezhou City.

Dong Xiaoyan felt a sense of crisis.

Feeling that this gentleness was threatening her own status, she started to take on missions with increased fervor.

And she would grumble endlessly in front of Feng Yin.

“This gentleness is really annoying.”

“I have no idea where it came from, how it improved so quickly.”

“I bet it’s up to no good.”

Feng Yin brushed it off with a laugh.

Meanwhile, the Fox Emperor siblings were slowly recovering. With the help of the Illusory Silkworm, strands of their soul energy were being retrieved from all directions across the continent.

It was a colossal project.

But for the Illusory Silkworm, there was no such thing as difficulty.

Every day, it projected a net-like spiritual force across the entire continent, which would then, based on the unique traits of the Fox Emperor siblings’ souls, recapture any scattered fragments.

Effortlessly.

What seemed like an unsolvable problem to all humanity was not challenging in the slightest for such a mysterious creature as the Illusory Silkworm.

Feng Yin finished his training.

Looking at the debt-collecting ghost-like presence floating before him, he was speechless.

This is the Illusory Silkworm?

Can anyone tell me, in what way does this thing look like a silkworm?

This must be a bird, right?

The Illusory Silkworm flew gracefully through the air, stopping wherever it pleased without fear of falling.

It was a white bird, covered in feathers.

The size of a palm.

But it had a round head, somewhat resembling a silkworm, with two thin antennae by its mouth.

A pair of shiny, round, black eyes.

A message through spiritual sense: Hurry up and give me energy!

Feng Yin was speechless.

“Why are you called an Illusory Silkworm? Why doesn’t anyone call you an Illusory Bird? Or even an Illusory Butterfly would do—how do you resemble a silkworm?”

The Illusory Silkworm’s spiritual thought: “… I was not originally called Illusory Silkworm; it’s just a name imposed on me by humans.”

Feng Yin was speechless again: “Probably because you can spin silk, and in humans’ eyes, anything that can spin silk is a silkworm… So naturally, you ended up being called a silkworm.”

The Illusory Silkworm’s spiritual presence was also speechless.

Because the truth was exactly as Feng Yin had guessed!

There were no other possibilities!

Since the Illusory Silkworm came into existence, Feng Yin was the first human to truly see its form!

There would be no second.

The Cat Emperor approached, full of gratitude: “Are you chatting with Sir Silkworm?”

Feng Yin nodded.

The Cat Emperor said, “I’ll prepare some Spiritual Fruits.”

And she drifted away.

She also couldn’t see the Illusory Silkworm.

The Illusory Silkworm had allowed only Feng Yin the perspective to see it; others were not given this privilege.

If not for the fact that using the Illusory Silkworm’s silk to transfer energy would waste some, and direct contact had better effects, the Illusory Silkworm probably wouldn’t even want Feng Yin to see it.

Feng Yin’s fingertips shone brightly, and the Illusory Silkworm obediently moved closer.

Thump.

A finger touched its forehead.

Instantly, the Illusory Silkworm’s eyes closed, revealing an expression of enjoyment.

Feng Yin feigned exhaustion—by now, he did not need any buildup to act fatigued, as he had become accustomed to it.

Each time he transferred energy, no matter how slight, exhaustion showed.

As the saying goes, “Play a role all your life, and it becomes your reality.”

Feng Yin was trending in that direction.

Although he only transferred one-tenth of the energy of a Spirit Gathering point, it was still the same.

After enjoying the energy, the Illusory Silkworm visibly brightened.

Ten to fifty times a day, depending on Feng Yin’s physical strain, the Illusory Silkworm was very content.

It knew the value of that energy, and that the human able to condense it must have paid some price.

Thus, it never doubted.

As for human emotions like affection, gentleness, influence, friendship, and so on… such things simply did not exist for the Illusory Silkworm.

It recognized only one thing: Can you satisfy me?

It received the transference once.

Then, the Illusory Silkworm automatically flew up, proactively moving over the Fox Emperor siblings, and from each, it spun an invisible net, soundlessly spreading out.

And just like that, today’s work was done.

It floated to an Iron Heart Tree to recuperate.

When it felt the timing was right, with a single thought, it could immediately appear before Feng Yin wherever he was.

Then came that spiritual message.

“Give me energy.”

…

Overall, Feng Yin was quite satisfied.

After all, the issue with the Fox Emperor siblings was handled. Although they had not yet awoken, it wouldn’t be much longer.

The Illusory Silkworm’s estimate was within ten days.

Feng Yin told the Cat Emperor it would be roughly thirteen to fourteen days, about half a month before they would awaken.

He added a few extra days as a safety margin.

The Cat Emperor was overjoyed.

Once the siblings awakened, from then on, it would be time for Feng Yin to begin repaying his debt.

But to Feng Yin, this was not an issue.

Spending time with the Illusory Silkworm would surely be nothing but beneficial.

At the very least, wasn’t he constantly practicing Spirit Gathering?

Moreover, each transference with the Illusory Silkworm returned a refreshing energy unlike any other species could provide, in both quality and quantity.

So, Feng Yin wished for this creature to stay longer.

…

In the military camp.

Fei Xinyu glared at her horse, fuming.