129 A brush with danger 4 (1/2)
The young girl's vision darkened, her consciousness delving deep within her sea of perception.
The diagram of her body was disregarded and allocated to the side, the intricate channels of glowing light of little significance in her mind.
She faced a miniature python.
The python coiled around itself before An Fei reflected none of the prior arrogant might nor danger compared to the large creature just meters away from her physical body.
The tiny creature, however, retained the gleaming luster of the scales as its predecessor, twinkling even within the absence of light.
A dense, mottled sea of red, green, orange, and azure flecks of color blended to span across the animal's entire body.
An Fei shook her head in dismay, for what she desired was not the gemstone-like luster emanating from the scales on the python's skin. She needed neither decoration nor apparel, and only sought one aspect and one aspect only.
Destruction.
Precisely speaking, the young girl wished to recreate the python's massive dual fangs.
The fangs were almost the entire length of her body, their ivory tips dripping with a viscous green venom that seemed to corrode at all living existence within its vicinity.
When she had observed from her makeshift shelter of a tree, the young girl had witnessed the two fangs pierce through the panther's defenses with ease.
Incomparably swift and deadly.
The compared to the python's tail which could only be regarded as a blunted weapon, the pair of fangs could truly slaughter any living creature it encountered.
An Fei had no qualms regarding its superiority within the forest, for there wasn't much to dispute.
If a single bite wasn't capable of removing the head, then the poison that subsequently invaded the body would shred the heart into numerous strips.
A pair of fangs that wielded incredible agility and dexterity to sever the life of an opponent. A simple action of darting in and retreating would be sufficient to resolve many conflicts within the world.
A powerful venom that infiltrated the body without a trace before presenting a gruesome conclusion. It was more difficult to identify the culprit responsible for the death, nor was it as risky as a direct conflict.
The spiritual essence within An Fei's body heeded her command, purging through her meridians to wallow in the Zhong Fu acupuncture point and the Yun Men acupuncture point.
Two additional specks of light brightened in the diagram mapping her constitution, akin to stars dwarfing the diminishing rays of glorification.
The young girl squeezed her closed eyelids in concentration, two vivid projections resounding within her conscience.
A pair of deadly fangs desiring the blood of an opponent, tearing through the defenses without much resistance to claim ownership of the treasured vitality cowering within.
The fangs flickered in and out of existence, required only to release as much kinetic force within the shortest amount of time possible.
A colorless, odorless toxin that invaded the bloodstream of an opponent, only to claim their life a while after.
The tender walls guarding the viscous blood would fracture and burst, the blood would boil in fearful anger, and the heart would be torn to shreds from within.
The two manifestations interlocked within An Fei's mind, her lips moving in a soundless chant without her awareness. With each breath the young girl cycled through her lungs, the two images increased in resolution, the indistinct concepts receiving further detail impossible by ordinary observation.
The Zhong Fu acupuncture point revealed a dazzling scarlet glow, combusting into the nebulae birth of a brilliant star.
The Yun Men acupuncture point responded in kind the next moment, an azure radiance leaking out to inundate the nearby meridians at a slow and warm pace.
One was as bright and tempestuous as the initial formation of star, and the other was akin to the nebulae dust that encapsulated the blazing embers to guard from erosion.
Once again, An Fei could feel the mixture of a searing sensation and a cooling sensation, but in her left shoulder. Moreover, the sensations were not exactly identical to the pair emanating from her right shoulder.
The Zhong Fu acupuncture point appeared to be releasing the underlying intent of murder, the warped pool of spiritual essence screaming for the splatter of blood.
The moment An Fei attempted to concentrate on the Zhong Fu acupuncture point's activity, she could distinctly hear faint whispers compelling her to murder, to tear out a creature's throat to relish in the abrupt release of vitality.
To purge, to eradicate, and to… slaughter.
The Yun Men acupuncture point, in retrospect, was much calmer than the former, releasing a gentle, rational calm that served as a bastion protecting the young girl's consciousness from becoming swamped in murderous thoughts.
As An Fei relished in the peaceful sensation, she could acutely sense that her perception had begun to coalesce into a formless cluster of brilliant light.
”Fuse!”
Now was not the time for her to explore an interesting concept regarding the usage of spiritual essence, nor was it the appropriate moment to delve deeper into her sea of consciousness.