After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Chapter 192 Cultivating Divine Consciousness

Seeing Xuan Ling's eager eyes, Sang Yunqi's heart skipped a beat and he quickly spoke before he could open his mouth.

"Check his body. If there is no problem, I want him to absorb the original power as well."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand in front of Chu Xinglan, wanting him to take out the pendant.

Chu Xinglan glanced down at his palm, snorted and turned his head away.

Sang Yunqi: “…”

Seeing this, Xuan Ling was no longer in a hurry. He crossed his arms across his chest, looking like he was waiting to watch a show.

He suddenly realized that although his little prince's cultivation was not good, he had a bad temper. Looking at the familiar look of disdain, it was obviously not the first time.

Well, regarding the matter between these two people, it’s hard to say who will suffer the loss in the end.

Sang Yunqi felt his gaze and glared at him unhappily. He reached out and turned his little disciple's body around to face him, and coaxed him in a gentle tone.

"Xinglan, didn't we just agree on this? I promise, this will be the last time."

"Master, have you done what you promised? Listen, okay?"

Chu Xinglan glanced at him, broke free from his hand, and walked to Xuan Ling.

"Master, please let me take a look at your body first. Sorry for the trouble."

Xuan Ling was in a very good mood when he saw Sang Yunqi being humiliated. He had no intention of refusing Chu Xinglan's request and raised his hand to take his pulse.

"Well, it's a good opportunity to see the effect of the original power last time. If the effect is not good, there is no need to absorb it this time."

He spoke loudly, obviously on purpose for Sang Yunqi to hear. Seeing that he dared to be angry but not to say anything, she was extremely happy.

But when he turned around, he saw the expectant look in his little prince's eyes: "Can you not absorb it?"

Xuan Ling's hand on his wrist trembled subconsciously. He couldn't stand his look and looked away quickly.

"My young prince, it is unlikely that you will be able to recover from your injuries on your own. The original power of that bastard Sang Yunqi is the only tonic that can be of use to you."

Chu Xinglan lowered his eyes in disappointment. Xuan Ling was also a little embarrassed and began to check Chu Xinglan's condition attentively.

After a long while, he let go of his hand and coughed lightly.

Seeing that both of them were paying attention to him, he smiled and said, "It's nothing serious. The original power I injected last time worked well."

"It's just that I consumed too much spiritual power before, and I'm a little weak. It's not a big deal."

Sang Yunqi pondered for a moment and asked, "I plan to let him start practicing his spiritual consciousness. Can he hold up under the current circumstances?"

Xuan Ling didn't expect Sang Yunqi to have such an idea. You know, the spiritual consciousness of their demon race has always been a weak point. Over the years, there have been some methods of cultivating spiritual consciousness, but the effects are very general.

The strength of his spiritual sense was far inferior to that of Sang Yunqi. It felt as if the Heaven was suppressing their demon race and not allowing their spiritual sense to become stronger than the limit.

"Why did you suddenly think of cultivating your spiritual consciousness?"

"Xing Lan's most powerful offensive weapon right now is his innate spiritual fire. The fire dragon he created has great lethality, but it consumes too much of his spiritual consciousness. If he really encounters a strong enemy, he may not be able to hold out for long."

Xuan Ling understood instantly that he wanted to make up for the little prince's current shortcomings as much as possible, and then make his own trump card even stronger.

He deduced for a while, and his face became serious: "If the spiritual consciousness grows too fast, it will still put pressure on his body. What we said about cultivation can naturally repair, but there is a limit. The faster you cultivate, the faster you recover. It's just a simple truth that too much is as bad as too little."

Sang Yunqi nodded. He had guessed this and now it was just confirmed. He looked at Chu Xinglan without saying anything.

Chu Xinglan had been listening on the side. He was a little surprised at his master's plan at first, but then he understood that his master was explaining to him why he had to let him absorb the original power.

But now he couldn't say no.

Just like his master said, he can only fight quick battles now. It is okay when facing people of the same level, but their enemies will be much stronger than him in the future, and he will not be able to defeat the enemies in a short time. Either his master will come to save him, or he will wait to die.

On the one hand, he wants his master to worry about him all the time, and on the other hand, he wants to absorb his master's original power. He really doesn't want to make this choice.

But in the end, he resigned himself to his fate, pulled off the pendant from his neck, and handed it to his master.

It was the first time that Xuan Ling discovered this thing. He snatched it away with a strange cry and looked at Sang Yunqi in shock.

"When did you do this? I was wondering how you could be so weak back then. You're just too reckless!"

The original power in this pendant is not much different from the one that was directly injected into Chu Xinglan's body at the beginning, and this bastard actually got it out secretly. He didn't know what to say.

"Alright, isn't it all right? Hurry up, don't you still have to go back to the demon tribe?"

Xuan Ling really couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. He hesitated for a long time and finally said something in a low voice.

"When the Demon King comes out of seclusion, I will speak for you."

He felt that this bastard's love for his little prince couldn't be more sincere. Just for this reason, he seemed to have no reason to object, and he couldn't express his opposition.

And think about it, if his little prince is really with him, then the backer will be as strong as it can be, who would dare to bully the little prince?

Now that he is pampered like this, the little prince doesn't have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation. He also keeps himself clean and his appearance is also excellent, very good, very good.

Sang Yunqi chuckled and his mood suddenly improved.

He spoke quietly, so Chu Xinglan didn't hear him, but he was confused when he saw that both of them were suddenly satisfied.

Just as I was about to ask, Xuan Ling started talking about business.

"Teach him the method of cultivating his spiritual consciousness. He is awake this time, so you can let him try to absorb it automatically. The effect should be better."

Sang Yunqi nodded, and directly released his spiritual sense, probing towards Chu Xinglan, "Let go of your sea of ​​consciousness, don't resist."

Upon hearing this, Chu Xinglan quickly sat cross-legged. No matter what, he still really wanted to learn this method of cultivating spiritual consciousness.

Because of Chu Xinglan's indulgence, Sang Yunqi's consciousness entered his sea of ​​consciousness unimpeded, causing him to close his eyes involuntarily.

A quarter of an hour later, Sang Yunqi's consciousness withdrew, and Chu Xinglan opened his eyes thoughtfully.

"Have you learned it? If you have, let's get started."

Chu Xinglan took a deep breath, suppressed the nervousness in his heart, adjusted himself, and then nodded.

Xuan Ling placed the pendant on his forehead and looked at Sang Yunqi.

"Remove the restriction."