I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

As he spoke, a large mass of spiritual energy separated from his body and transformed into a Taoist nun in a wide-sleeved robe.

On the deathly aura panel, the Yin Nian Sword lying across the gray figure's lap suddenly flew out and appeared out of thin air in the Daoist nun's mind beast's hand—this was something Jing Yang had discovered by chance over the past month. The Yin Nian Sword, which the True Martial King had refined and given to him, could actually be used by his mind beast.

However, considering that the predecessor of the Drinking Thought Sword was the so-called parasitic thought beast, it doesn't seem surprising. Parasitic thought beasts feed on the host's energy, and one's own thought beast is originally a part of one's own energy. It is reasonable for the Drinking Thought Sword to regard the thought beast nun as an extension of the sword master.

The Taoist nun raised her sword and slashed at the spell card "Communication" in Jing Yang's hand.

On the blade of the Yin Nian Sword, the thirty-three strange divine runes are no longer in a hazy and unstable state, but are full of spiritual power and radiating a faint light.

Bisky kept her word. Over the course of the month, she allowed Jing Yang to wield his sword and slay her, draining his energy from her body. By accumulating thirty-three energy-drinking runes, Jing Yang estimated that it was roughly 33,000 units of energy—almost equivalent to draining all of Jing Yang's energy from today, a month later, and pouring it into the energy-drinking sword!

However, even after the Yin Nian Sword drained away the equivalent of Jing Yang's strength, Bi Siji seemed completely unaffected, showing little sign of fatigue. Even Jing Yang, who dared not underestimate Bi Siji's strength, couldn't help but secretly marvel at its terrifying power, let alone Xiao Di, who knew even less about it.

The Drinking Sword has no physical damage, but when it strikes this spell card, it feels like striking a physical object.

"It really works!" Jing Yang said, and had the Taoist nun's spirit beast continue to slash a few more times. The spirit attached to the spell card became thinner and thinner, and finally could not be maintained at all. It collapsed into a ball of spirit energy and dissipated in Jing Yang's hand.

Da la la la...

Suddenly, everything went black before Jingyang's eyes, and he seemed to hear the sound of dice rolling in the silent environment.

"Jingyang?" Xiaodi waved in front of him.

Bisky asked, "Has something changed?"

Jing Yang came to his senses, frowned, and recounted the hallucinations he had just experienced. He then checked himself over and found nothing unusual about his body, nor was he entangled by any external thoughts—if he were, he could remove them using the same method with the Soul-Drinking Sword.

"Perhaps it's just a game reminder?" Jing Yang guessed. "Anyway, once a spell card is used, it just disappears like before. From the result, there's no difference."

Bisky shook her head and said, "I don't know much about games."

“That’s how old people are, there are generations…” Jingyang smiled, but before he could finish speaking, a small hand wearing white gloves grabbed his collar and flung him high into the air towards the beach.

The sea breeze whistled in his ears as Jingyang somersaulted and landed gracefully.

With a wave of his hand, the Nen Beast Daoist nun a hundred meters away dissipated, transforming into a wisp of Nen energy that flew back to him. The Nen-Drinking Sword, like a black line, drifted into the Death Aura panel and landed quietly on the leg with the gray figure pattern.

Dude, you only have 33,000 units of gas, but you actually have 33,000 units in reserve! It looks like you have 0.5 Mo Lao Wu, but it's actually 0.5 Mo Lao Wu x2!

"What are you grinning about?" Bisky walked over. "How about this coastline? Does it look familiar?"

"Hmm..." Jing Yang put his hands on his hips, turned his back to the whistling sea breeze, and looked around at the beach and the scenery in front of him. The nearby town was in sight, and the lighthouse in the distance was also very conspicuous.

Xiaodi said, "It seems like they've been here before!"

"Really?!" Jingyang asked in surprise.

Bi Siji looked at Jingyang with even more surprise, "What are you surprised about? Didn't you come together before?"

Jingyang was surprised, of course, because of Xiaodi's memory. For trivial matters that she didn't care about, Xiaodi always forgot them as soon as she turned her head—it was a true forgetting, as if they had never happened at all.

Bisky said, "It's good that you remember him. Let's go to town and see. Hopefully, this time we can find information about that Leiza guy..."

"Wu Er," Jing Yang called out.

The Moon Tiger quickened its pace and charged towards him, leaping into the wind and transforming into a tiger-skin skirt.

Jingyang caught it and wrapped it around Xiaodi's waist.

A large tiger roaming the streets is far too conspicuous. While Wu Er's Seventy-Two Transformations consumes a lot of energy when using its transformation effect, wouldn't it be better if he didn't transform? Xiao Shi is only wearing a tiger-skin skirt, so there's almost no energy consumption if she doesn't use it. From this perspective, Wu Er even seems to have gained a stealthy Nen ability.

“Then the same as before, split up,” Jingyang said. “We’ll meet up in an hour.”

Bisky and Xiaodi both nodded and went their separate ways upon arriving at the seaside town. Bisky headed east, Xiaodi went west, and Jingyang looked up at the crowd on the main street ahead. Then, a small gray bird lazily flew over and landed on his head.

"You've been free-range for a month, and you've become lazy." Jingyang picked up the rock finch from his head and strode forward, muttering to himself, "It's time to find you something to do. Oh right, I haven't done a water ceremony for you yet. I'll go get you a glass of water. Don't just sit around, go and fetch a leaf..."

Chapter 248 Wind

Greed Island, Shoufulabi.

As a small seaside town, there are naturally many seafood vendors on the streets, and the air seems to be perpetually filled with the lingering smell of the sea. On a quiet street corner, there is a small barbecue shop, where groups of two or three people gather at the roadside stalls outside the shop, drinking beer and eating skewers, making a lot of noise. It's hard to tell how many of them are players and how many are NPCs.

A glass of water sits on the table, a tiny leaf floating quietly on its calm surface. A pair of gray wings fold together from the sides of the glass.

Guided by Jingyang, the rock sparrow used all its strength to peck at flesh and suck out marrow, finally managing to release two puffs of air from its wingtips and pour them into the water cup.

After venting its anger for a while, which exhausted the rock sparrow, neither the water in the cup nor the leaves on the water stirred at all.

The rock sparrow slumped onto the table like a sparrow. Jing Yang speechlessly brushed it aside with his index finger, and the rock sparrow rolled a few times before tumbling under the table.

Jingyang dipped his index finger in the water in the cup, then tasted it on his tongue—it was so salty! And a little spicy too?

"What's that smell?" he muttered.

In any case, the result is certain—the water tastes different, and the little rock sparrow's innate Nen type is undoubtedly the same Transmutation type as Bisky.

But this water tastes really strange!

Jing Yang smacked his lips, feeling like he'd tasted something similar before. He looked around with his water glass, then patted a skinny guy at the next table wearing a pointed hat that looked like the Jokers of a deck of cards. "Hey buddy, can you do me a favor?"

The other person was eating skewers when they heard this and turned around: "What?" They saw a tall young man holding a glass of water at the next table. When he saw them, he seemed to be surprised and gave them a quick, almost imperceptible look.

Jingyang asked, "This water tastes a bit strange. I feel like I've had it somewhere before, but I can't remember where. Could you try it for me?"

Is this a player? Did he recognize me? The skinny man in the pointed hat wondered.

He was a former death row inmate. Although he had been living in seclusion on this island for many years, there was still a possibility that he could be recognized by people who used to hold a grudge against him. Without making a sound, he took the young man's water cup, lightly touched his lips to taste it, and spat out, "Why does it taste like kimchi? Boss! Is there something wrong with the water in your shop today?!" He immediately put down the water cup, turned around and shouted into the barbecue shop.

Jingyang slapped his thigh: "So it tastes like kimchi! No wonder it tastes so bad! Thanks a lot, buddy, what's your name?"

“My name is Mofo.” The skinny man in the pointed hat got up to leave, but Jingyang grabbed his wrist. “Don’t be in such a hurry to leave,” Jingyang asked with a smile, “I have another question for you. Do you know where Leizha is?”

"What Leizha? Never heard of it!" The skinny man in the pointed hat shook off Jing Yang's hand and strode away without looking back.

We've definitely come to the right place!

Jing Yang remained seated, watching the other person leave. If he wasn't mistaken, the skinny man was one of the death row inmates hired by Lei Zha to play NPCs on this island. In other words, this was indeed the checkpoint where Lei Zha was stationed.

"Kimchi flavor..."

Jingyang turned around and saw that the rock sparrow had returned to the table, pecking at the skewers, its head almost leaving a blur. A passing waiter was shocked and wanted to help chase it away, but Jingyang stopped him.

“I didn’t expect you to be a Korean bird,” Jingyang chuckled twice, rubbing the bird’s head with his fingers. “And a Transmutation type at that. I should have named you something like Jieti back then…”

He smiled slightly. Alteration type? That's perfect. His Alteration type is currently only 89.3% aptitude, which is enough, but it's not maxed out yet. So why not borrow Taliyah to practice?

As for that skinny guy knowing about kimchi, that's not surprising. The Hunter x Hunter world even has Rippon! The kind where all island maps look the same, so it's probably a modern Rippon, maybe even Tokyo, Akihabara, girl groups and idols... Jingyang himself is sitting here on the street drinking beer and eating skewers, isn't he? The Hunter x Hunter world is like a mirror image of Earth's culture, a hodgepodge, so it's not surprising to see any seemingly similar but actually different elements.

Little did the jay know what he was planning, it twisted its head to avoid his fingers and continued pecking at the meat skewers.

Although they had never formally practiced Nen, once they were marked with Jingyang's star, their entire body's pores were passively activated, thus meeting the prerequisites for learning Nen. At the stage of clear pores, even without training, over time, the Rock Sparrow was far stronger than an ordinary small bird of the same size, and with its abundant energy, its appetite and food intake were naturally greater.

Jing Yang turned the ring on his right index finger. This time it wasn't the game ring from Greed Island, but his own Heavenly Dao Jia-character ring—oh dear, it felt like he hadn't touched this ring in eight hundred years!

With the "Jia" ring activated, Jingyang informed Xiaodi that they had a lead. Not long after, Xiaodi, wearing a tiger-skin skirt, arrived. As for Bisky, Jingyang tried to contact her by phone, but unsurprisingly, the island was outside the communication service area, and the phone couldn't make a call.

So after Jingyang and Xiaodi met up, they could only wait for the agreed hour to pass before Bissie came looking for them.

"Transmutation type?" Shizuku stroked Taliyah's feathers. "The Nen transformation you planned earlier suits it perfectly!"

Jingyang laughed and said, "It only counts if it's successfully developed."

Xiao Di was quite confident about this. She patted the tiger-skin skirt around her waist, her meaning self-evident. This wasn't the first time Jing Yang had used a possessing animal to develop Nen abilities. Practice makes perfect. Moreover, this time, Jing Yang was going to develop a Transmutation-type ability on Yan Que, which he had planned to prepare for himself.

"wind".

This was the first thought that popped into Jingyang's mind when he envisioned what kind of transformation ability he would develop.

Jingyang felt it was completely unnecessary for someone like Shizuku to endure the excruciating pain of being cut by a chainsaw to develop it… Kurapika's unique flame-type transformation was related to the hatred and rage within him, something that couldn't be learned… Jingyang had never even considered that Killua was trained by sitting in an electric chair as a form of torture from a young age…

That's how Nen abilities are developed. If you want to develop a certain kind of "weapon," you don't necessarily have to have been tortured by similar weapons thousands of times, but you at least have to be very familiar with the various characteristics of that weapon...

While Nen ability is said to be the power of the mind, it's not something that can be achieved through mere wishful thinking. Just as the subconscious cannot deceive itself when making vows and constraints, the same applies to developing Nen ability—deep down, one is actually quite aware of whether one is just talking nonsense, building castles in the air, or indulging in wishful thinking.

Biskey's nitroglycerin? Hisoka's chewing gum? None of them have anything to do with Jingyang.

Therefore, the first change that Jingyang thought of was "wind".

As for the "Happy Wind Man" type, well, that's definitely a personal preference. Besides, "wind," or rather, "air" or "gas," is practically everywhere, so there's no issue of not being able to utilize it due to unfamiliarity...

There were people coming and going here, and countless players were at stake. It wasn't convenient for Jingyang to release his Nen Beast Daoist nun to ponder things, so he just sat there with Xiao Ditou, whispering and exchanging information about cultivation...

"Wind attribute?"

In the blink of an eye, Bisky came looking for her, she said in surprise.

Jing Yang looked up, his expression smug: "What's wrong with you, old lady? Why are you eavesdropping?"

Little Drop asked, "How does Bisky feel about the change in the wind?"

Bisky said, "There have been precedents, but most of them were auxiliary Nen abilities. For example..." She coughed twice, "to give the room some fresh air, or something like that."

"..." Jing Yang stood up and said seriously, "Let's go. I've found out some information about Lei Zha. Let's go take a look."

Chapter 249 Lying

Bisky and Xiao Di followed Jing Yang straight to the eastern edge of the town, a row of detached houses. Few people passed by, and the buildings, weathered by the sea breeze, looked very old and as if no one lived there.

"Here?" Bisky wondered, but seeing Jingyang's unwavering steps, she continued to follow.

……

Under the dim, yellowish ceiling lights, the lobby of the detached building had been transformed into a bar-like gathering place. Empty bottles littered the floor, liquid dripping from their necks. The shelves were nearly empty, and several men wearing clown-like hats and dressed like convicts were drinking and chatting loudly around the bar. Among them was the skinny man in the pointed hat that Jingyang had encountered earlier.

"Hahaha, it wasn't me—huh?" The most conspicuous, muscular fat man laughed twice, about to drink, when he suddenly heard a sound from the front door. He turned around and saw a tall, handsome young man leading two women through the door.

The young man's oblivious attitude was infuriating. The black-haired girl to one side wore a black sweater and a pale white tiger-skin skirt around her waist—a completely mismatched look. And then there was the blonde girl next to her—

The burly, fat man, Popopo, said to Bisji with displeasure, "Didn't I tell you? I've never heard of that damned Leizha you're looking for!"

Bisky put on a pitiful, tearful expression, "Don't be so fierce..."

Xiao Di asked curiously, "Since you've never heard of him, why do you say he deserves to die?"

"Can't I just look like everyone deserves to die because I'm in a bad mood?!" Popo threw the bottle at Xiaodi. The bottle flew through the air and was about to hit Xiaodi's face, who remained expressionless, when Jingyang gently reached out and caught it in his hand, as if Popo had kindly passed the bottle to him.

"Huh?" Popo glared at Jingyang with displeasure. The people wearing pointed hats in front of and behind the bar also looked at Jingyang.

Bisky also looked at Jingyang.

Jing Yang weighed the bottle of liquor in his hand and said, "I'm here to find someone. There's a guy I've been chatting with quite a bit. He might know the guy we're looking for, right?"

"Get out! The person you're looking for isn't here!" The muscular fat man stood up, pretending to roll up his sleeves, his arms full of trembling muscles.