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When he left the game cabin, it was already past 5 in the afternoon. Feng Xiao took a short nap. After all, because of the "Reincarnation" test last night, he was a bit too excited to rest well.

"" Feng Xiao helplessly sighed as he still didn't feel the flow of any aura. I have practiced the primal chaos technique for a full seventeen years, but I was still unable to break through the barrier and could only stop at the first level.

Thinking about his foster father, Feng Xiao's mood became heavy again … Thoughts, warmth, doubt, sadness, and hatred, all these complicated feelings interweaved, causing quite a large fluctuation to appear in Feng Xiao's mind.

Feng Xiao's foster father was an extremely mysterious person, so mysterious that even Feng Xiao, who had lived with him for a full 22 years, was unable to fully understand him.

At the age of three, he began to whisper in his ear countless times that he should not call him "father," but instead address him as "foster father," a somewhat archaic term, admitting that he had only picked him up, regardless of the psychological endurance of a child who was only three years old at the time.

When he was four years old, he started to teach him the Chaotic Art and unintentionally mentioned that Feng Xiao was the only one who could train in this technique. But surprisingly, Feng Xiao had been training for more than ten years and still did not feel any Qi flow, which was also inner force. However, his physique and speed had experienced an astonishing change, and these two aspects had even surpassed his foster father.

Other than the severity of his cultivation, his foster father was usually a kind and meticulous father. In order to take care of him and his sister, he gave up his carefree life, gave up on pursuing the peak of martial arts, gave up on marrying and having children, and left for home in Beijing, raising them all by himself. A man pulling two children, the brother and sister saw the hardships, moved in the heart.

My foster father would often say some strange words and do some strange actions, imparting some mysterious cultivation technique that even he was unable to cultivate, and also often talk to himself in a language that he did not understand. What made Feng Xiao feel the most mysterious and shocked was that his foster father sometimes predicted what would happen in the future. Feng Xiao had always believed that even if someone told him that his foster father was a deity, he would still not be careless.

Feng Xiao clearly remembered the words his foster father said three years ago before he died:

"Three years from now, the cycle of rebirth will definitely come to an end. Xiao'er, you must become the first person in the cycle of rebirth! "Definitely!"

At that time, Feng Xiao did not understand the meaning of these words, and could only nod his head with tears in his eyes.

Slowly calming his emotions, Feng Xiao muttered to himself in his heart: "Foster father, Xiao'er has already followed the path that you have pointed out and is advancing forward. Yao'er is now in her second year of university, and will be returning home soon."

"Foster father, if you have a soul in heaven, watch Yao'er and I become your pride!"

Thinking of his own little sister, who was a beauty that would bring calamity to her country, a warm smile appeared on Feng Xiao's face. "With her accompanying me, I will never be lonely."

The next morning, Feng Xiao woke up very late. After washing up and eating breakfast, he went into the gaming cabin and continued to fight for .

With a flash of white light, Feng Xiao appeared where he had logged off yesterday. The white wolf didn't seem to recognize the human who had slaughtered its people. It was leisurely eating the grass and didn't have any reaction to his appearance.

"There are still no players around, this makes Feng Xiao a little curious." The White Wolf set very quickly. It didn't take the initiative to attack, nor did it have low experience. It should be a good place to level up in a party, so how could there not be players around? Didn't anyone know about this place? But on the Novice Village map, it clearly says that this is Sunset Slope, a level 5 White Wolf's territory. "

If Feng Xiao had looked at the forums or asked the village chief for more information, he would know that the monsters in the northern part of the Novice Village were mostly docile and did not take the initiative to attack. However, the probability of getting money, potions, and equipment was extremely low, and the newbies were in a dire need of money.

Since he couldn't think clearly, Feng Xiao touched the 20 bottles of Little Red in his bag and started to delve deeper into the Setting Sun Slope.

Further in was Sunset Valley, the territory of the level 8 Violent Wolf. Feng Xiao looked at his 200% attack and 45% HP and felt that it shouldn't be dangerous.

Just as he was about to step out of the setting sun, a cave caught his attention.

The cave was about the height of a man. It was made up of piles of soil and rocks, which seemed to be formed naturally. It was very conspicuous in the lush greenery of the setting sun.

Feng Xiao vaguely remembered that the village head mentioned a cave, could it be that there was a treasure in this cave? No longer hesitating, Feng Xiao ran towards the cave. The village chief swore, "F * * k! I am warning you to not go near that cave! ")

Just as he arrived in front of the cave entrance, a stream of bloody aura of slaughter suddenly rushed towards him. Feng Xiao instinctively turned to the side, and a sharp claw shining with cold light dangerously streaked across the air in front of his eyes.

What appeared in front of Feng Xiao was a tall white wolf, compared to the docile white wolf, it's body was twice as big, with eyes releasing a red light, it stared straight at the intruder, releasing a dense tyrannical Qi.

"Ding! Player Wind Soul, you have intruded into the territory of the Bloodthirsty White Wolf, you have violated the dignity of the Wolf King. The Bloodthirsty White Wolf King will attack you until you die or leave its territory."

Ignoring the system's notification, Feng Xiao wasn't the least bit scared. In fact, his heart was filled with excitement: "Ah, no wonder I didn't manage to farm anything yesterday. It turns out this guy is sleeping in his old nest!"

The concept of a Boss represented a large amount of experience and outrageous equipment. Challenge a Boss was the hope and hobby of almost every player, even those who were unrivalled would go back and call on the seven great aunts and nine great aunts to gang up on them. If you don't fight a Boss, you're either a coward or a noob. Unless the difference in strength was insurmountable.

Bloodthirsty White Wolf King: The king of the lvl 10 high-grade Life White Wolves. Because it is constantly affected by the pure spiritual energy of the Setting Sun Slope, it gradually grows to have a gentle nature, but it will ruthlessly kill any creatures that intrude its territory.

Skills: Bloodlust: Passive skill, absorbs 5% of the damage and converts it into HP.

Ripping Claw: Active Attack Skill, uses its sharp claws to attack the enemy's body. There is a high chance of critical hits.

"It's actually high levelled, but Feng Xiao isn't too worried. His current stats are comparable to a level 15 normal player. With the addition of his reflexes, he should be able to fight it alone."

In "Samsara", BOSSes were divided into normal, high, silver, and gold ranks. Each time a level was increased, a huge change would occur. For example, a Silver Boss could easily fight against three advanced level ones and a Gold Boss could easily fight against three Silver Bosses. A Silver Boss could easily fight against three high level Silver Bosses and a Gold Boss could easily fight against three Silver Bosses.