Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

The conversation that day ended unpleasantly, but Feng Musi did not mention kicking Lin Huaijin out again. He just walked away angrily.

Lin Huaijin settled down in the Fengling tribe, but Fengmusi assigned him many tasks, so Lin Huaijin began to live a life of going out early and returning late every day, or returning home after every few days.

"Xiao Jin, I won't treat you anymore. Let's leave." Lin Qing said when Lin Huaijin returned to the yard in the middle of the night again.

Lin Huaijin leaned over and hugged his brother, "No, brother must be cured. It's okay for me to be busy now."

"But I smell blood on you. You are injured." Lin Qing lowered his eyes and pursed his lips tightly.

Lin Huaijin paused, then held him and shook him, "My brother said I was a puppy, but I am the puppy, your nose is so sharp, you can still smell it even after I have taken a bath."

Lin Qing whispered: "I don't want you to get hurt before I can cure you."

"Haha, don't worry, brother. I've only just started for a few days and I'm not very experienced. I won't get hurt again after a while." Lin Huaijin changed the subject and said, "Brother, I met Qiankong again outside the Wind Spirit Tribe. With him around, no demon can really kill me."

"Why did he call you Young Master?"

"He should be my biological father's former subordinate."

"Did your father come to see you?"

"No, there's no news from the demon clan either. He's probably dead." Lin Huaijin said lightly.

He had never seen her in his previous life, he only knew his mother.

Thinking of this, Lin Huaijin tightened his arms even more and asked in a low voice: "Brother, my mother seems to be the woman who caused your mother and Lin Yue to divorce......"

Thinking of this, he fell into anxiety again, his eyes were dark, his arms tightened tightly, but his voice was pitiful, he begged in a low voice: "Brother...can you not be angry? Even if you are angry...you can't leave Xiao Jin."

Lin Qing felt like his waist was about to break. He reached out and skillfully patted Lin Huaijin's back, kneading his neck, occasionally pinching his earlobes, and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, Xiaojin, I won't leave."

Seeing that the person on his body still did not move, he added: "If it is true, it is Lin Yue's fault. He deceived my mother. It has nothing to do with you."

After a long while, he continued to comfort her softly: "Xiao Jin, relax a little, my waist is about to break, okay?"

Lin Huaijin gradually calmed down, loosened his arms slightly, and felt lazy all over. "Brother, I don't know what's wrong with me. I seem to be a little irritable recently. I'm sorry, I hurt you." Spiritual power condensed in his palms, and he massaged his brother's waist. "I'm sorry, brother."

His voice was full of grievance and coquettishness, but his eyes were dark and still hadn't turned clear again. He remembered what Senku said, "After the demons have cultivated to a certain stage, they will have an increasingly strong bloodthirsty desire. At this stage, even if the demons have never hurt others before, they may hurt others unconsciously. If they can bear it, they will rely on hunting monsters to relieve their bloodthirsty desire..."

During that period of his previous life, he had to fight with others from time to time, so he didn't pay attention to this situation.

He has been with his brother in this life and they have hardly ever fought. But maybe it was because his brother was going to be away from him for a while recently, and the anxiety of separation swept over him, making him feel even more uncomfortable.

Lin Qing still comforted him: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt much, don't worry."

.......

A few days later, Lin Qing and Feng Musi went into seclusion.

Lin Huaijin began to feel bored the moment his brother left. He was doing the task in a bored manner and his whole body became cold.

......

After Lin Qing and Feng Musi entered the secret realm of seclusion, they soaked in the medicinal bath for 49 days. Every day, Feng Musi guided the spiritual power in the body to circulate, and Lin Qing's broken spiritual veins were gradually covered with a thin membrane.

"This is a method of strengthening the tendons. I will first help you refine the rudiments. After that, you will need to actively endure the pain of broken meridians every day. Even if you cannot retain your spiritual energy, you must continue to practice."

"Yes." Lin Qing frowned and said tremblingly. He was already sweating profusely.

Feng Musi withdrew his hand, ended today's guidance, and then sat aside to regulate his breathing.

He had just entered the Spirit Transformation Stage not long ago, and it was time for him to go into seclusion to stabilize his state. Even if Lin Qing hadn't come, he would have found a time to go into seclusion.

Lin Qing began to train in the secret realm, enduring the pain of broken spiritual veins every day.

When I was hungry, I took fasting pills. When I felt sleepy, I continued to meditate to recover. I had no chance to sleep and was in a state of tension and pain all the time. It took two years for my spiritual veins to be reconnected.

The next step is to practice again.

Starting from the Qi training stage, with previous experience, he reached the foundation building stage in just one year, but it was still extremely painful, because if he was not careful his spiritual veins would be disconnected, and he wanted to curl up and roll on the ground in pain.

But Lin Qing held back and endured it with gritted teeth.

He continued to practice muscle-strengthening techniques every day, and fortunately, things got better after he entered the foundation-building stage. His spiritual veins no longer broke easily, and they were expected to be much stronger than before. His cultivation speed was more than twice as fast.

Feng Musi told him that as long as he continued to train, his training speed would become faster and faster, and the level he could reach would also become higher.

After all, not everyone can endure the pain of breaking and reshaping.

Feng Musi also took the opportunity to teach him the secret techniques of the Wind Spirit Clan during his training, such as the movement with the wind mentioned by Feng Qingmu before, the Wind Concealment Technique, the Wind Blade Technique, and more importantly, various sealing techniques.

The Wind Spirits have special sealing containers, but if there are no containers nearby, they can use themselves as containers.

"Using one's body as a weapon, just like the Heavenly Demon Pill you sealed, but there is a risk of backlash, so it is usually sealed in a special container."

"Then can I take out this Heavenly Demon Pill?"

"Once you have learned enough sealing techniques, you can naturally do whatever you want with the Heavenly Demon Pill."

"it is good."

.......

Time flies by like a white horse passing by.

"The Thousand-Faced Demon has escaped." A young man appeared from the void and said to a man in black sitting on the edge of the cliff.

"Well, never mind him."

The young man in black spoke coldly while holding a dogtail grass in his mouth. He bent one leg and hung the other leg over the edge of the cliff. The sharp wind blew the hem of his clothes, as if any stronger wind would blow the young man off the cliff.

Sitting lazily, like a black ancient sword, his body and sitting posture are motionless, but the hem of his clothes and hair dance wildly in the wind, forming a strange balance between stillness and movement.

It's like the evil demons that are ready to move and the gods and Buddhas that are upright and polite are mixed in one person. I don't know when the evil demons dancing wildly outside will infect the gods and Buddhas.

"The four great masters are aware of your existence, but I have guided them to other places."

"Yeah." The young man in black was still looking at the void with a focused gaze. He let the cold wind come and go without casting any spell to resist it.

The person behind him didn't say anything and just stood there quietly.

After a long time, the man sitting on the edge of the cliff sighed, "It's so slow."