Reborn as a girl, I will live forever in the world of immortality

He Ling flapped his two little wings and only felt a shadow appear in front of his eyes. Before he could react, Qing'er had already arrived in front of He Ling.

So fast! If it weren't for the feeling of attachment and joy coming from the depths of her soul, He Ling would have almost activated the protective spirit shield.

Qing'er wrapped her body around He Ling's wrist and rubbed her head against He Ling's fingers.

He Ling also laughed, raised his hand, and stroked the snake's...head hard.

However, Qing'er was a long round shape overall. After stroking it twice, it looked too weird, so He Ling gave up.

Qing'er still maintained her old habit. She rubbed He Ling for a while and then crawled into her sleeve again.

He Ling was not in a hurry to know about the changes in Qing'er after she broke through the foundation-building stage. Qing'er was bought when she was still a snake egg. In fact, Qing'er should regard He Ling as her mother, so it is reasonable for her to be a little too attached to He Ling.

And He Ling doesn't reject this kind of intimacy.

After a while, when Qing'er's excitement had passed, He Ling called Qing'er out.

At this moment, a man and a snake were sitting in front of a stone table. He Ling reached out and touched Qing'er's fleshy wings. There were very few bones on them, and the feathers were like those of a newborn bird, with only a few scattered ones. However, He Ling still remembered Qing'er's speed just now. This was definitely not something that ordinary wings could achieve. It should be Qing'er's innate ability. When the small wings were spread out, they were almost one-third of Qing'er's body length.

After fiddling with it twice, Qing'er hissed twice.

He Ling was also a little surprised, "Is it very uncomfortable?" Although the little wings looked fragile, He Ling knew that it was definitely harder than spiritual weapons.

Qing'er shook her head humanely, glanced at He Ling, and a pair of wings came close to her body. Then a magical thing happened. The wings seemed to merge into one with her body, turning into a circle of scales with special patterns, and the original wings disappeared.

He Ling exclaimed in amazement, grabbed Qing'er and examined her, only to discover that Qing'er's wings had not disappeared, but had become very thin, sticking to her skin, making it look as if they had disappeared.

After finding out the reason, He Ling put Qing'er down and said, "By the way, Qing'er, you are already a foundation-building spirit beast now, right?"

"Hiss." Then Qing'er raised her snake tail, and a green light flashed on it.

He Ling naturally recognized it. This was spiritual energy with wind attributes. For demon beasts and spirit beasts, whether they could draw the energy out of their bodies was a sign that they had advanced to the foundation-building stage.

"Oh, then Qing'er, do you have any abilities?"

“Hiss, hiss.”

"Flying and swallowing?...It's a bit simple..." He Ling was a little disappointed. She thought that Qing'er would undergo some amazing changes after becoming a foundation-building spirit beast. After all, it was the spirit snake that survived her precious spring.

When Qing'er saw He Ling's expression, she immediately straightened up.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss."

"No, no, Qing'er is also very powerful. At worst, we can just walk around the places where the monks gather."

Seeing that He Ling didn't believe her, Qing'er spread her little wings again.

Then it opened its mouth, but what appeared in its mouth was not flesh and blood, but a bottomless black hole. Then Qing'er moved its little wings, and an afterimage appeared in the original place, and a hole appeared opposite it.

He Ling was a little surprised. She didn't expect Qing'er to be able to perform combination skills. She went to look at the hole curiously and saw a ray of light coming from the end.

At first He Ling thought it was nothing, but then a drop of cold sweat dripped from her forehead.

She looked at the direction of the hole in disbelief. She remembered that this side led deep into the mountains, so the width was at least several hundred meters. At least most of it was still rocks. And the light appeared, which meant that Qing'er had moved hundreds of meters in just a short moment, and was still in the mountain.

"Hiss..." He Ling finally understood what it felt like to take a breath of cold air.

If Qing'er were dealing with a cultivator or a demon beast, wouldn't a blood hole appear on their body in an instant? If it was aimed at a fatal spot, wouldn't it be a one-shot kill?

Before He Ling could think about it, another hole appeared on the wall, and Qing'er appeared in front of He Ling.

"Hiss."

"You want me to open the protective spiritual shield?" Although Qing'er's request was a bit strange, He Ling still used his spiritual power, and a khaki spiritual shield wrapped He Ling in it.

Qing'er opened her mouth again and reached out to He Lingling's shield. The shield seemed to be made of paper and shattered into pieces before it could hold for a moment.

He Ling raised his eyebrows. He could actually break the protective spirit shield! Coupled with Qing'er's ghostly speed, what cultivator could withstand Qing'er's attack?

Seeing He Ling's surprised expression, Qing'er straightened her body a little more and said, "Hiss."

"Oh my." He Ling quickly hugged Qing'er in his arms, "Good Qing'er, didn't Daddy blame you wrongly? I knew that my Qing'er was the strongest."

"Hiss."

"...............", He Ling was speechless. When did Qing'er become so shameless?

However, He Ling still put on a smile from the heart and flattered Qing'er for a while.

After making Qing'er happy, He Ling looked in the direction of the cave entrance.

"Qing'er has finally become a foundation-building spirit beast, so it's time to leave."

When He Ling arrived at the stone chamber where elixirs were cultivated, he did not see the red fox. He was a little surprised. Fortunately, the black dog pointed to a corner of the stone chamber with its front legs, and He Ling found a red furry ball.

The red fur ball's body was still shaking a little. He Ling patted the red fox's body, which scared it.

It was not until he realized it was He Ling that he whimpered a few times, then held He Ling's arm and refused to let go.

He Ling stroked Xiaohong's fur for a while before calming it down.

He Ling himself roughly knew the reason. It was probably because of Qing'er's breakthrough before. The pressure from that was stressful for him, not to mention a spirit fox at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

But she glanced at Dahei with some surprise. This black dog was a little too calm. Even if he wasn't afraid, he should have instinctively felt a little bit of fear. Should she say he was a stupid dog? Was he so stupid that he even forgot to be afraid?

The black dog didn't know at this time that He Ling had labeled it a stupid dog. It glanced in the direction of the red fox, turned its head back to its original position, and squatted beside the stone chamber, as if guarding it.

"Okay, Xiaohong, stop acting like a spoiled brat. We're about to set off again. Let's pack up all the spiritual medicines."

"Oh oh." The red fox still held He Ling's arm tightly.

He Ling was a little helpless, but at this time Qing'er's golden pupils in her sleeves looked at the red fox.

The red fox shuddered and immediately turned into a well-behaved fox.