Chapter 392 Gaining A Pet Qilin!

Chapter 392 Gaining A Pet Qilin!

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The baby qilin, now looking more offended than scared, let out a piercing squeal. It seemed to be protesting in its own way, 'Hey, I'm not just some random refinement material!'

Zhang Wei's gaze settled intently on the squirming qilin in Feng Xinyue's grasp. A calculating look momentarily flickered in his eyes as he contemplated its potential. "I should be able to refine this one as well..." he thought aloud, his voice taking on a sharp, almost predatory edge. For a brief moment, the air around him seemed to chill, his intentions for the creature shining through his gaze.

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The qilin jerked violently in Feng Xinyue's hands. She choked on her own voice, her eyes widening in terror.

Feng Xinyue, however, shook her head vehemently, a defiant spark in her eyes. "Uh-uh! No, No, No!" she protested, her voice firm and unyielding.

Zhang Wei's brow furrowed, his frown deepening. "You want to rebel against me?" he asked, his tone a mix of surprise and challenge.

[Host, let her be. Let's contract this qilin as your spirit beast. It can grow up slowly,] the system suggested.

Zhang Wei's stern expression wavered, a storm of thoughts crossing his mind. After a moment of contemplation, he finally nodded, his features softening. "That's fine. She can keep her pet then."

"Yay!" Feng Xinyue's face lit up with joy. In her excitement, she carelessly tossed the qilin into the air, before rushing to hug Zhang Wei. He, in turn, busied himself by sending the two precious eggs into his inventory.

Bam!

Squeek...

The baby qilin, now lying dizzily on the ground, its eyes darting between the two 'demonic' creatures, seemed to think indignantly, 'Pet? I'm a majestic qilin, not a poodle!' Fueled by its wounded pride, it attempted to scramble away, only to find itself overwhelmed by a heaven-shattering pressure descending upon it.

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"Hm?" Feng Xinyue's eyes widened in shock as the qilin in her grasp suddenly evaporated, vanishing into thin air. She let out a startled gasp, her hands grasping at the now empty space where the mystical creature had been just a moment ago.

Before she could react further, Zhang Wei scooped her up in his arms, and together they ascended swiftly towards the top of the volcano. As they flew, Zhang Wei's mind raced with new ideas. He realized that he could use Psychokinetic (PK) energy in different ways, utilizing the inner walls of the volcano as a support system to propel himself outward.

This was just an experiment, a test of his abilities, but it proved successful. As they soared upwards, a system warning echoed in his mind, [Inside the molten magma, her mother might be hibernating, host. It's better if you keep the spirit beast inside the astral realm, and feed her the qi needed to grow.]

Zhang Wei nodded in agreement, processing the information. The idea of using the astral realm as a safe haven for the qilin was wise, especially considering the potential dangers lurking within the volcano.

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April 9th, 2023.

In the heart of bustling Beicheng City, a Range Rover came to a halt just outside the grandiose Golden Dragon Hotel chain building. It was deliberately parked in the shadows, as if to avoid drawing too much attention. Chen Dong and Zhang Wei emerged from the vehicle, their demeanors blending seamlessly with the city's brisk, business-like air.

"Is that her?" Zhang Wei inquired, his voice casual yet tinged with curiosity. He lit a cigarette and leaned against the car, his eyes scanning the surroundings with an air of nonchalance.

Chen Dong, standing beside him, nodded affirmatively. "She is Mei Ren, the sole heir left after her mother to Star Energy Incorporation. She holds the majority stake in the publicly listed company," he explained, his tone indicating the importance of this information. He paused, glancing towards the hotel's entrance, "She is also the one set to marry Fan Jun this upcoming December."

Zhang Wei took a drag of his cigarette, his gaze following Chen Dong's. His eyes narrowed, focusing on a woman with striking blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a golden waterfall, shimmering under the streetlights.

Her face, a perfect blend of sharp and delicate features, was like a meticulously crafted portrait, exuding an aura of both elegance and strength.

She walked with a confident, almost rhythmic gait, her posture upright yet relaxed. Her eyes, a vivid shade of gray, scanned her surroundings with an air of quiet authority. Dressed in a sleek, tailored suit that complemented her statuesque frame, she carried herself with a grace that seemed to set her apart from the bustling crowd.

Zhang Wei reviewed Mei Ren's features with a critical eye, his gaze lingering momentarily over her curvaceous bottom, accentuated by a tight, black outfit. "Not bad..." he remarked under his breath, his expression one of approval mixed with a hint of intrigue.

Chen Dong nodded, shifting the conversation to a more strategic analysis. "She is indeed beautiful, but beyond that, they lack any direct political support. Hence, she had an arranged marriage with the son of a councilman."

Zhang Wei's eyebrows raised in understanding. "So...?" he prompted, his tone implying there was more to this arrangement.