Fu Qingjun found this girl much easier to deal with than Li Mo.
She was pretty but a bit silly, believed whatever was said, and could be easily persuaded.
"By the way, help me go out and buy a live duck," Fu Qingjun said, thinking it was better to ask her to run errands since she had already seen him.
"I don't have any money."
Little Trumpet said shyly, "Brother isn't here these days, so I've been eating noodles at the noodle shop downstairs. Little Trumpet's stomach gets hungry so fast, and when it's hungry, it sounds like there are dozens of mouths inside blowing trumpets."
Fu Qingjun had a dark expression, tossing over one tael of silver, "Don't spend it recklessly. What's left is the budget for a few days."
One tael of silver still had strong purchasing power, enough for an ordinary person to live for more than a week. Only when he saw fat sheep did he slaughter them opportunistically.
And try out the effects.
After all, with such a hand injury, he could still talk and laugh, clearly a tough person with strong vitality, testing medicine on him wouldn't be a big issue.
"Alright!"
Little Trumpet happily hurried downstairs.
"But I always feel this girl is adorably dumb, there's something wrong with her head." Fu Qingjun chuckled.
He wasn't joking, he genuinely felt there was an issue subtly.
He was very sensitive to souls, now he explored and found that any life was divided into two major parts: consciousness composed of essence, energy, and spirit, and the flesh body. He felt this girl's mind wasn't quite right, like she was missing a string.
"Could it be blowing the trumpet, and shaking her brain silly?" Fu Qingjun thought about it but didn't pay much attention, he directly sat back on the bed to organize his thoughts.
He looked at the sunflower on the flowerpot.
Although he still understood nothing about martial arts, not knowing if it was because of Jiaxia's aura causing fights and leading everything, he vaguely guessed:
It could be the War God Tuki and God of Death Jaqamachi, the battle between these two ants that attracted the attention of the three people passing by downstairs.
He sat down again, picked up a pen, and recorded everything,
"That means these two ants in this sandbox world have reached a not-so-low level in the Martial Arts Realm, only then will they be noticed by people passing by."
"But they've only been cultivating for just over two days, humans have to cultivate for a long time to reach this Martial Arts Realm… it's not only because 'sevenfold body sensation' plus 'cellular collapse' makes it easy to remake the body like clay."
"It might be due to their low life levels, extremely easy to increase life strength, ants' muscles and skeletons are very simple."
How many muscles can ants have? The exoskeleton is simple as well...
Humans, however, have countless muscle groups, extremely sophisticated and complex.
"So it's easy to train, but the upper limit is also low, only the realm exists, easily pinched to death." Fu Qingjun kept studying his ant nation.
"You know, there are huge differences in weight class,"
After all, he knew that boxers have weight classes, arm spread, weight, height... various factors affect the scientific division of competition, ignoring just over ten pounds in weight can create a division between athletes, showing how big the gap is.
The martial artists of this world are similar.
You're a hundred-pound bean sprout, fighting me, a three-hundred-pound strongman, who has the advantage in physique?
It seemed Fu Qingjun had completely figured out the conclusion, "In this world, it seems that ghosts and gods don't exist, pure physical competition… essentially, it's about fighting skills, muscle density, bone density, the enhancement of essence, energy, and spirit, much like ancient traditional martial arts and rivers and lakes."
Flying and ground escape don't exist.
It has to be said, achieving such results in just two days truly makes people excited.
The martial arts of this world were cultivated to such a degree, naturally, it was extremely thrilling.
It's only been a few days, what about a month later?
Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, his eyes bursting with brilliant light.
Within a few minutes, a duck was delivered.
"I've been experimenting on ants without self-souls, now I'll try animals with inherent soul consciousness."
Fu Qingjun looked at the nearby desk, feeling there wasn't anything significant happening in the short term.
Just periodically recharge and let civilization develop itself, avoiding entering a standby state of a power-off civilization.
Now it's just right to try other animals.
Swish.
Fu Qingjun inserted a strand of his hair slowly into the duck's head.
Instantly in the dark, he sensed a tuft of fluffy light mass emerging from void.
"This should be the duck's soul and consciousness…"
"The ant's head was empty, but inside the duck, there is a light mass."
Fu Qingjun tried injecting into the duck's brain like with the ant, that light mass seemed to be nourishing, appearing to grow slowly.
But the soul's growth was quite minuscule.
Fu Qingjun seemed to have sensed something, "Since it already possesses its own soul, injecting into its soul won't directly make it sacred like ants… but will gradually grow the existing duck soul, slowly unlocking intelligence, eventually becoming a demon, and finally like the highly intelligent ants."
It seemed he had thoroughly explored the rules.
Inject into insects without souls, directly forming new blank souls, inherently sacred due to Fu Qingjun's soul strength, initially possessing high terrifying intelligence.
However, it's one-time… inherently sacred, rootless floating duckweed.
Insert into animals with souls, slowly nourishing its original weak soul, steadily unlocking intelligence, becoming a large-sized major demon over time.
Like the mythology of raising demons, nurturing monsters.
"If the duck also trains in Martial Arts and becomes a muscular duck, this size could help me defeat normal martial artists, useful to me."
"It could be called Duck Demon."
"But as I previously conjectured, a singular duck consumes too much soul energy! It's the consumption of tens of thousands of ants, specializing in raising ducks would make it challenging to expand the ant swarm."
Fu Qingjun kept pondering, organizing his thoughts.
Truth be told, under equivalent conditions, he leaned more towards tens of thousands of ants than a single duck.
Moreover, who said little ants can't kill people?
Crawl into your brain, ears, nostrils, try it?
"This one duck should just be eaten, not worth cultivating." Fu Qingjun considered ending this soul experiment, suddenly a bold idea sprouted, "What if it's extraction, not injection?"
He instinctively used his hair to suck the duck's soul into his brain.
Swish——
In the darkness, the light mass continuously wilted like a sponge injected with water, constantly absorbing water, slowly shrinking, exposing the core sponge fibers.
Fu Qingjun instantly realized, "I can draw life's soul energy!"
Even more bizarre things happened!
As Fu Qingjun's strand of hair inserted into the duck's head, reversing to suck its soul...
The duck's head feathers centered around Fu Qingjun's absorbing hair gradually began to bald outwards like a desert expanding crazily...
Becoming a Mediterranean bald duck, looking bewildered and withered at its surroundings, indescribably peculiar.
"It… went bald?" Fu Qingjun was dumbfounded.