My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me-Chapter 42: Iron Head and Yinjiao

Yang Jing released a bit of the Celestial True Yang stored in his Acupoints, bringing a hint of color to his paper-white face.

It was all because his cheat was too useless, forcing him to become a master actor.

"Master, are you feeling better?"

Yinjiao asked with concern.

Yang Jing replied.

"I am fine now."

Yinjiao immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"Speaking of which, Senior Brother Iron Head’s skill in the Alchemy Dao and Array Dao is so astonishing... it’s because you planted a Dao Seed in him, isn’t it?"

Seeing that his master was alright, Yinjiao’s mind settled. He’d finally figured it out: his senior brother, Iron Head, was so multi-talented because their master had been giving him special training.

No wonder he’d struggled for so long with the True Yang Body without making any headway. He had even begun to doubt his own life as a flood dragon, thinking his aptitude was truly dull and useless.

"Don’t tell him for now. Your Senior Brother Iron Head is simple-minded and honest. If he knew that the Dao Seed consumes a great deal of Vitality, he might become worried, and it would affect his Cultivation."

Yang Jing stood with his hands behind his back, looking nonchalant and unconcerned.

Yinjiao nodded. In the past, he’d felt that Master was exploiting Senior Brother Iron Head a bit too much, making him refine so many cauldrons of Spirit Pills every day.

’How can the tiny heart of a blade of grass repay the splendor of the spring sun?’

Now, it seemed Senior Brother wasn’t refining nearly enough Pills.

Yang Jing coughed twice.

"Change your aura and form. Let me see how many flaws there are."

Yinjiao nodded. Master had paid such a heavy price for him to learn the Inconstant Illusionary Form Technique, so naturally, he was also very curious about the Magic’s effects.

He rose on a cloud, which swirled around him, and transformed into a white dog before landing on the ground.

A glint flashed in Yang Jing’s eyes. Yinjiao’s Cloud Riding Talent was a great boon to the Inconstant Illusionary Form Technique.

The white dog Yinjiao had transformed into vaguely resembled Iron Head around the eyes and brow, but its torso was bizarrely long—a good deal longer than the dachshunds from Yang Jing’s previous life.

He took two steps, his torso still slithering like a flood dragon’s, even dragging on the ground. It was utterly ridiculous.

Yang Jing shook his head.

"The Inconstant Illusionary Form Technique is, after all, an Illusion Skill, not a true Transformation Skill. And your mastery of this Magic is still too shallow. Your body and Iron Head’s are too different. Forcing the change creates too many flaws. You should start by transforming into things with similar body shapes, like snakes and insects."

The Inconstant Illusionary Form Technique was created to alter one’s face and Magical Power aura. Although it could stretch muscles and shift bones to change one’s body shape, it had its limits.

At least, it was very difficult to achieve at Yinjiao’s current level of mastery.

Yinjiao nodded. His form flickered, and he transformed into a white snake. Its body was long and slender, its scales as fine as porcelain, and its eyes as clear as jade.

An inconspicuous golden ring lit up in Yang Jing’s pupils. He confirmed that no flood dragon aura was leaking from Yinjiao’s body. He then reached out to touch it; the skin was smooth as jade, truly no different from a real white snake.

But he still shook his head.

"Your appearance is too conspicuous. Anyone can tell you’re a special breed at a glance."

Yinjiao pondered for a moment, then changed again. The scales turned brownish-black, interspersed with brown patterns, and the eyes became an unremarkable black.

Yang Jing held out his hand, and Yinjiao obediently slithered onto it, coiling around his arm.

"That’s more like it."

"Master, from now on when we go out, I’ll hide in your sleeve. If you want to kill someone, you can just release me to bite them."

Yinjiao was not a Poisonous Flood Dragon and had no venomous fangs, but his bite force was astonishing. Anyone he bit would be in for a world of hurt.

"You and Iron Head should still prioritize your own Cultivation for now. Don’t always be thinking about what you can do for your master. I can still shelter you both from the wind and rain."

Yang Jing’s words brought tears to Yinjiao’s eyes once again.

"You can move about in this courtyard. Don’t leave unless necessary. Focus on your Qi Cultivation and raising your Cultivation level."

With the Stealth Array and the Inconstant Illusionary Form Technique, Yang Jing could relax a little and expand Yinjiao’s range of activity. If he stayed in the Beast Taming Bag all the time, his Cultivation would likely stagnate.

Yinjiao nodded forcefully. He was about to ride a cloud and soar into the sky when Yang Jing stopped him.

"What Mortal Snake has the power to ride clouds? Since you’ve transformed into a snake, you must imitate a snake’s every move. Otherwise, no matter how perfect the transformation, won’t the abnormality be spotted at a glance?"

"This disciple has been taught."

Yinjiao flicked his tongue out sheepishly and dropped to the ground, preparing to climb the ancient tree in the courtyard to breathe in and out spiritual energy.

Just then, Iron Head returned from dealing with the Storage Bags. He had dug a pit a hundred feet deep outside the county town, buried the three Storage Bags inside, and carefully concealed the traces.

He was covered in mud and dirt, looking rather disheveled. The moment he entered, he saw Yinjiao slithering on the ground and thought a wild snake had gotten in. He instinctively raised a paw to smack it dead.

Yinjiao arched his body, dodging the lightning-fast swipe.

"Senior Brother Iron Head, it’s me! Don’t attack," he explained.

While maintaining the illusion, he couldn’t use his full strength. If Iron Head struck again, he would be forced to reveal his true form.

Iron Head retracted his claws, staring with immense curiosity at Yinjiao, whose original form was completely unrecognizable. Even when pushing his Bright Qi Talent to its limit, he could only vaguely sense that something was off.

The strength of the Bright Qi Talent lay in discerning Spiritual Qi and sensing the shifts of the Heaven and Earth Spirit Mechanism. Its ability to see through illusions was much weaker.

Of course, this was also because Iron Head’s Cultivation was too weak to truly unleash all the functions of his Bright Qi Talent.

After the two senior and junior brothers communicated for a bit, Iron Head looked at Yang Jing with a pitiful, puppy-dog expression. His small, moist eyes blinked repeatedly; he was clearly envious of the new Magic his Junior Brother Yinjiao had learned.

Yang Jing first sighed in resignation, then formed a hand seal and cast a Cleaning Spell to wash the grime off Iron Head. He then took out the Jade Scroll and placed it in front of him.

Iron Head immediately pressed his little head against the Jade Scroll, overjoyed.

He had already cultivated the Five Talisman Scripture to the point of Refined Skill. Even within the Five Elements True Spirit Sect, he was proficient enough to lecture other disciples on it. With such a high-level foundation, the Inconstant Illusionary Form Technique wasn’t very difficult for him.

[Inconstant Illusionary Form Technique, Beginner (5%)]

The moment Iron Head activated the Inconstant Illusionary Form Technique, the already-faint Magical Power and Celestial True Yang in his body receded. Even to Yang Jing’s eyes, he looked no different from a mortal dog.

"Woof woof!"

He barked a few times at Yinjiao.

Yinjiao translated for Yang Jing.

"Senior Brother Iron Head says he wants to go back and watch that tile-roofed house. He thinks he might discover something."

Seeing Iron Head being so sensible, even Yang Jing, who was accustomed to habitually exploiting him, couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity. He grabbed Iron Head’s two front paws and lifted him up.

"Iron Head, you’ve been a bit lax with your Cultivation. We Cultivators must ultimately prioritize our training. At this rate, when will you ever purify your Dharma Body and officially begin practicing the Five Talisman Scripture?"

Yang Jing said with a serious expression.

He didn’t want Iron Head to take another risk. The Inconstant Illusionary Form Technique came from the Wu Family. There was no guarantee that the Wu Family didn’t have some countermeasure or technique to see through the illusion’s flaws.

If that happened, Iron Head would be walking right into a trap.

Yang Jing had already spent nearly ten thousand Spirit Stones on Iron Head. They had relied on each other and lived together for so long that a genuine master-disciple bond had long since formed. He was unwilling to let him take such an unnecessary risk.