Chapter 1 I am Feng Xiaotian Chapter 1 I am Feng Xiaotian
Heaven Dou Empire, Rice Province, Shenfeng City.
At dawn, a five- or six-year-old boy, dressed in only a thin shirt, ran along the roads of Shenfeng Academy.
Sweat dripped from his forehead like rain, soaking his clothes.
His steps were somewhat unsteady and awkward, but a closer look revealed that each leg was wrapped with a sandbag.
"It's still a bit much. Going from three pounds to ten pounds at once is taking a toll on my body,"
the boy said resolutely, gritting his teeth, each step requiring immense effort.
Passing students from Shenfeng Academy made way for the child, offering admiring glances, some even offering greetings.
Shenfeng Academy was a high-level Soul Master academy specializing in wind elements, ranking highly in the Heaven Dou Empire and wielding considerable influence.
Logically, a high-level Soul Master academy shouldn't have a boy like this; those who could enter were at least level 20 Great Soul Masters.
No one dared to say anything against this child, because he was Feng Xiaotian, the son of Feng Qingyuan, the vice-dean of Shenfeng Academy, and Qin Qiuyue from the academy's academic affairs office.
One was a 46-year-old Soul Saint at level 73, and the other was a 43-year-old Soul Emperor at level 62; no one dared to object.
Although his steps were heavy, he persevered, and half an hour later, Feng Xiaotian arrived at a charming little courtyard.
"Mom, I'm back!" Feng Xiaotian shouted as he entered the courtyard.
A beautiful woman who looked to be around thirty years old came out of the house; this was Feng Xiaotian's mother, Qin Qiuyue, who strode over to the little boy's side.
"Xiaotian's back! Look at how much weight you've added! Although a strong body is important for becoming a Soul Master, you're not even six years old yet; you can't ruin your health."
Qin Qiuyue said as she bent down to remove the sandbags from his legs. She had always silently followed and protected her son when he went out to train.
"I know, Mom. I'm doing fine, aren't I? Besides, I'll be six tomorrow, and I can awaken my martial soul then."
Feng Xiaotian was filled with anticipation. Six years had passed since he was born into this world, and the day he could finally awaken his martial soul was almost here.
"But you still need to be careful. You have to be careful not to overdo it. Your sandbag can only be increased to five pounds at most. You can only increase it after you've fully adapted."
Qin Qiuyue looked at her son with doting eyes. Feng Xiaotian had been exceptionally sensible since birth, but he seemed a little too obsessed with cultivation.
"Oh, okay then." Feng Xiaotian replied helplessly.
He wasn't born into an ordinary family. His parents were both Soul Masters with considerable strength and status. He had originally wanted to start exercising when he was three years old, but
his parents forcibly stopped him, saying that three years old wasn't the right time to exercise. Feng Xiaotian could only secretly do some sit-ups, push-ups, and other ordinary exercises in his room.
It wasn't until a month ago that they agreed to let him go out for weighted running.
"Go take a shower first, then come and have breakfast. I've already heated up the water for you." Qin Qiuyue said with a smile.
Feng Xiaotian entered the bathroom. The water in the bathtub was at the perfect temperature. He took off his clothes and lay down, feeling incredibly relaxed.
Reflecting on his time in Douluo Continent, he felt immensely happy. Although his birth wasn't particularly noble, it was still exceptional.
Moreover, he had transmigrated and occupied the body of the super genius Feng Xiaotian. As those who have read Douluo Continent know, Feng Xiaotian's martial soul was a mutated Gale Twin-Headed Wolf, a person with innate full soul power.
The Gale Twin-Headed Wolf is comparable to a top-tier beast spirit, and his innate full spirit power represents the pinnacle of talent in the Douluo Continent.
His self-created spirit skill, the Gale Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes, forced Tang San to use the Clear Sky Hammer. This demonstrates Feng Xiaotian's exceptional talent.
Yet, this genius is relegated to a minor role in the Douluo Continent, a stepping stone for Tang San, even his beloved is attracted to Tang San.
Calling him a tragic figure in Douluo is not an exaggeration. Five years after the Soul Master Competition, at level sixty-one, he fought Tang San again, but the gap between them had widened considerably.
At twenty-four, he was only at level forty-four, which seemed unreasonable when reading the novel in my previous life. His talent wasn't inferior to the other Shrek Seven Devils.
They all reached around level forty between the ages of fourteen and seventeen, only surpassing him because they were near the protagonist, Tang San, and consumed a magical herb.
The two were only nine years apart, yet the difference was so significant. Perhaps it was because creating his own soul skill had delayed his cultivation. In the five years that followed, his cultivation speed from level 44 to 61 was no slower than Tang San's, and even faster than the other members of the Shrek Seven Devils.
It seemed that creating his own soul skill had indeed wasted a lot of time. Now that he had taken over Feng Xiaotian's body, he wondered if he could gain the same insights and create his own soul skill, since he was no longer the Feng Xiaotian from the novel.
In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person, without any internal energy cultivation or poison skills. He wondered if he possessed a cheat-like ability like the protagonists in those transmigration novels.
Thinking of this, Feng Xiaotian clenched his fists and secretly vowed that even without a cheat-like ability, with his current talent, he would definitely stand at the top of the continent and no longer be someone else's stepping stone.
Twenty minutes later, Feng Xiaotian dressed and went to the dining room, where Feng Qingyuan and Qin Qiuyue were waiting for him.
"Mom and Dad, you don't need to wait for me to eat." Feng Xiaotian sat down in his usual spot, picked up his chopsticks, and prepared to eat.
"It's all because of your mom. She insists on waiting for you to eat together. There are still many things to do at the academy. I need to get back to work as soon as I eat," Feng Qingyuan complained. Qin
Qiuyue glared at him and said, "What? You have a problem with that? If you have a problem, then don't eat."
"Hehe, wife, I was wrong. I'll wait, okay?"
Feng Qingyuan immediately retorted.
Don't let Feng Qingyuan's imposing presence at Shenfeng Academy fool you; at home, he has to listen to Qin Qiuyue in everything.
"Xiaotian, tomorrow is the day you awaken your martial soul. I'll personally awaken it for you. Don't go out to train tomorrow morning; get some rest," Feng Qingyuan suddenly said seriously.
A martial soul represents a person's future. Although his martial soul is the powerful Gale Wolf, and Qin Qiuyue's is a hummingbird, both are quite good.
Even so, there's a certain chance that he won't inherit their martial souls, and even if he does, he might not have any soul power.
Although the probability is low, it's not impossible.
At this point, Qin Qiuyue also felt a little worried. After all, he was her son. Both she and her husband were born into commoner families and had stayed on as teachers after graduating from Shenfeng Academy, a position they had held for nearly twenty years.
They had seen Feng Xiaotian's performance over the years; he was eager to become a Soul Master, and they didn't want to disappoint him.
"Mom and Dad, don't worry. Maybe I have the top-tier talent of innate full Soul Power," Feng Xiaotian said confidently, noticing his parents' concerns.
"Good, our son will definitely have amazing talent. Mom believes in you, keep going!" Qin Qiuyue encouraged him.
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1.8times+2. Chapter 2 is still about Lanling Wang. Chapter 2 Still Lanling King
After breakfast, Feng Qingyuan and Qin Qiuyue had to go to the academy to handle some matters, leaving Feng Xiaotian alone at home.
With nothing to do, Feng Xiaotian trained in the courtyard. The stronger his body, the higher the age of the spirit rings he could absorb.
Everything was in preparation for the awakening of his spirit rings. Innate full spirit power was equivalent to a level ten spirit warrior, and after awakening his martial soul, he could absorb spirit rings.
He had been training at home since he was three years old. Although he was still one day away from turning six, his physical strength was already comparable to that of some eight- or nine-year-old children.
Besides his parents' excellent genes, it was also due to the gradual training over the past three years. The academy's dean was basically a hands-off manager, and everything was handled by his father, Feng Qingyuan.
Qin Qiuyue's work in the academic affairs office was also quite busy. After they left home, it was Feng Xiaotian's time to train alone.
"Is Brother Xiaotian home?"
A cute little girl of five or six years old, with a braid, skipped in.
Hearing the call, Feng Xiaotian stopped training.
He took out a prepared towel and wiped the sweat from his face.
"Yunxi, what brings you here?" Feng Xiaotian asked, puzzled.
The little girl's name was Huang Yunxi, born a day after him.
"Tomorrow I'm also awakening my martial soul with Brother Xiaotian, along with Wang Lin and Du Qingqing. The four of us will be together," Huang Yunxi said with a smile.
These children were all of similar backgrounds, children of academy teachers, and only a few days apart in age, so it was normal for them to awaken their martial souls together.
"Oh, I see," Feng Xiaotian replied.
"I wonder what kind of martial soul I'll awaken. I wish I could inherit my mother's martial soul; then I could have a soul skill that lets me fly in the sky," Huang Yunxi said.
"You have a 50% chance of inheriting it, don't worry. Besides, your father's martial soul isn't bad either," Feng Xiaotian said.
Huang Yunxi stepped forward and pulled Feng Xiaotian, saying, "Brother Xiaotian, let's go find Qingqing and Wang Lin to play. We're awakening our martial souls tomorrow, so let's rest today and not train anymore."
"Uh..."
Feng Xiaotian hesitated. He'd played house with the children several times already, and it was a bit embarrassing for someone nearly thirty years old in both his past and present lives to do it.
If it weren't for not wanting his parents and others to notice anything amiss, he would often play with children his own age.
"Come on, come on, they're all waiting for us. Once we awaken our martial souls, we'll all have to cultivate, and then we won't have time to play anymore," Huang Yunxi urged.
"Okay, I'll go, alright!" Feng Xiaotian agreed.
Every time, she was the one calling him out to play; if he didn't go, he'd linger in her yard all day until Qin Qiuyue came back and gave him a severe scolding.
Extremely uncomfortable, Feng Xiaotian played with Huang Yunxi and two other six-year-old children all day, only returning home in the evening.
...
The next day, morning.
"Let's go, Xiaotian, it's time to awaken our martial souls," Feng Qingyuan called out.
Today, both Feng Qingyuan and Qin Qiuyue had turned down their work; nothing was more important than their son's martial soul awakening.
"Finally, we can awaken our martial souls! Where are we going to awaken them? To the Spirit Hall?" Feng Xiaotian asked excitedly.
"This is Shenfeng Advanced Soul Master Academy. Awakening your martial souls is fine within your own academy. It's not the Spirit Hall's place to interfere. Let's go." Feng Qingyuan was dressed in a sharp outfit, looking very energetic.
Qin Qiuyue was the same, looking dashing.
The three arrived at a main hall of Shenfeng Academy. All three families from Shenfeng Academy who needed to awaken their martial souls were present.
"Brother Xiaotian, we're here!" Huang Yunxi and the other three children waved and called out.
Feng Xiaotian nodded in response.
"Vice Dean," several academy teachers bowed.
"Open the door," Feng Qingyuan said calmly.
Entering the hall, everyone stood still.
"Wang Wu, you perform the awakening ceremony for his three children. I'll handle Xiaotian's personally," Feng Qinghe said.
Wang Wu cupped his hands and said, "No problem, all three of you, stand here."
Du Qingqing, Wang Lin, and Huang Yunxi stood before Wang Wu.
He took out six black stones from his soul tool and laid them in a hexagonal shape on the ground, then took out a crystal ball in his hand.
"Wang Lin, you go first. Stand here, close your eyes, and carefully sense it," Wang Wu said, after all, Wang Lin was his child.
As he spoke, Wang Wu's eyes suddenly lit up, and under everyone's gaze, he whispered, "Martial Soul: Divine Wind Eagle"
A faint blue light emanated from between his brows, and a gigantic Divine Wind Eagle stood upright on Wang Wu's back.
The children present showed no surprise or fear; they were used to this. Some were simply envious, especially Feng Xiaotian, who had waited six years for this moment.
Wang Wu swiftly flicked his hands, sending six faint blue rays of light into six black stones on the ground. Instantly, a layer of golden light emanated from the stones, forming a faint golden shield that enveloped Wang Lin.
The adults, though accustomed to such sights, couldn't help but recall their own past.
The children, including Feng Xiaotian, were excited, wondering what kind of martial spirit Wang Lin would awaken.
Golden specks of light floated from the black stones and entered Wang Lin's body.
Wang Wu looked at his son with a smile: "Extend your right hand."
Wang Lin instinctively extended his hand, and instantly all the specks of light converged in his palm, forming a small Divine Wind Eagle.
Wang Wu was overjoyed and said, "Well done, you've inherited my Martial Soul, the Divine Wind Eagle."
While the Divine Wind Eagle wasn't a high-level beast Martial Soul, it was still above average, which was quite good.
"Put the Martial Soul back in; you can do it with your mind," Wang Wu commanded.
Retrieving the Martial Soul from his hand, Wang Lin looked again at the crystal ball in Wang Wu's hand.
"Put your hand on it," Wang Wu said.
Wang Lin slowly placed his hand on it, and the crystal ball shone brightly.
If Wang Wu was happy when he first saw his son's Martial Soul, this was an unexpected surprise.
"Soul Power Innate Level Seven, not bad, even stronger than your father was back then," Wang Wu said happily; his son's talent had surpassed his own.
"Congratulations, Teacher Wang Wu!"
"Wang Lin is amazing!"
everyone praised.
Next, it was Du Qingqing and Huang Yunxi's turn to step forward.
Du Qingqing: "Swift Wind Rabbit, innate level seven soul power."
Huang Yunxi: "Azure Wind Bird, innate level eight soul power."
Their three martial soul awakenings were remarkably successful. Wang Wu also withdrew his soul power; the two of them possessed innate level seven soul power, and Huang Yunxi even reached innate level eight.
Their martial souls inherited the best aspects of their parents, and their innate soul power had even surpassed their parents'! Congratulations! Joyful smiles appeared on the faces of the families.
Finally, only Feng Xiaotian remained.
Qin Qiuyue also congratulated the teachers. The previous three children had set a high bar, possessing excellent martial souls and advanced soul power.
The pressure rested on her son, Feng Xiaotian.
Back then, her soul power was only innate level six, while Feng Qinghe was more powerful, innate level eight. She wondered what kind of martial soul and innate soul power her son would awaken.
Under everyone's gaze, Feng Xiaotian walked into the hexagonal stone formation.
His martial soul awakening was personally performed by his father, Feng Qingyuan.
"You can all worship me to your heart's content later," Feng Xiaotian thought, utterly confident in his talent.
Feng Qingyuan released his Martial Soul, Gale Wolf, infusing his soul power into the black stone.
Golden light entered his body, and Feng Xiaotian felt his entire body become incredibly warm.
He stretched out his right hand, and the golden light slowly began to gather.
Feng Xiaotian's Martial Soul slowly took shape.
However, Feng Qingyuan frowned upon seeing Feng Xiaotian's gathering Martial Soul, and he and Qin Qiuyue arrived with worry and fear.
A spike-like object appeared in Feng Xiaotian's hand, somewhat resembling a gauntlet.
"What is this? A weapon Martial Soul?" Feng Qingyuan was also seeing it for the first time and didn't recognize it.
Feng Xiaotian opened his eyes and looked at his Martial Soul?
Are you kidding me? Isn't this the Lanling King's fist blade that I used in my last game of King of Glory in my previous life? How did it end up on me? Where's my mutated Martial Soul, Gale Two-Headed Wolf?
I'm Feng Xiaotian, not Lanling King. There must be some mistake.
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1.8times+3. Chapter 3: Fist Blade and Devouring Wolf Chapter 3 Fist Blade and Devouring Wolf
Feng Xiaotian never imagined that his martial soul would transform into Lanling King's fist blade.
It looked exactly like the one in the game, only much smaller now.
Immediately, everyone in the hall fell silent.
Vice Dean Feng Qingyuan's martial soul was the Gale Wolf, while Qin Qiuyue's was the Hummingbird. How could it become a weapon martial soul?
It was hard to accept this fact, but the awakening ceremony still had to be completed.
"Come on, let's test your soul power," Feng Qingyuan said with some disappointment. He didn't know if his son's martial soul had become a good thing or a bad thing.
Although Qin Qiuyue had anticipated any possible outcome of her son's martial soul awakening, she hadn't expected it to turn out like this, and she felt a pang of sadness.
No one knew better than her how much her son longed to cultivate.
Just as Feng Qinghe was speaking, Huang Yunxi seemed to notice something different and said, "Look at Brother Xiaotian's left hand, it seems he has another martial soul."
Huang Yunxi's words startled everyone, and they all looked at Feng Xiaotian's left hand.
Could he have another martial soul?
Feng Xiaotian raised his left hand and saw a martial soul that resembled a monster.
Was it a wolf? Or a three-headed one?
Two of the wolf heads were blue, while the third looked somewhat mysterious; Feng Xiaotian felt he had seen it somewhere before—it was a white wolf head.
The other two wolf heads lowered their heads upon seeing the white wolf head, seemingly taking the white head as the dominant one.
"Twin martial souls, a three-headed wolf? A mutated martial soul?" Feng Qingyuan exclaimed in surprise.
"Dad, what are twin martial souls? Mutated martial souls?" Wang Lin asked, and the other children also looked at Wang Wu, as these were things they didn't know.
Wang Wu replied, "A twin martial soul means that one person possesses two martial souls."
"And a mutated martial soul means that the martial soul has changed; the martial soul that should have been there has changed. This change can be good or bad."
The martial soul was a mutated martial soul! Everyone was a teacher at Shenfeng Academy and had seen many mutated martial souls. Mutations could be good or bad, but most were for the worse.
Feng Xiaotian's martial soul was not only mutated, but it was also a twin martial soul.
Next, it was time to see if Feng Xiaotian possessed soul power. Higher innate soul power indicated a positive mutation, while lower soul power meant the mutation had failed.
Everyone watched intently as Feng Xiaotian stood in the hexagonal shape, worried for him.
Feng Xiaotian used his mind to retract his two martial souls and slowly reached for the crystal ball.
"You must have strong soul power, son, good luck!" Qin Qiuyue looked at Feng Xiaotian worriedly, silently praying for him.
The moment Feng Xiaotian placed his hand on the crystal ball, he immediately felt it absorbing some energy from his body.
This was probably his soul power; awakening his martial soul had also awakened the soul power hidden within his body.
The crystal ball began to light up, a dazzling azure light spreading from the very beginning. In the blink of an eye, the crystal ball shone like a sparkling gem, emitting a faint azure halo, looking incredibly beautiful.
According to the soul power testing standards of Douluo Continent, even a sliver of light from the crystal ball was enough to prove that the test subject possessed soul power.
The dazzling blue light emanating from the crystal ball suggests only one explanation: the tester's soul power has reached the highest level achievable by innate constitution.
"It's actually innate full soul power."
"Incredible! Truly innate full soul power! It seems Xiaotian's martial soul is not only exceptionally mutated, but also a twin martial soul! A genius, a true peerless genius!"
Hearing the teachers' praise, Qin Qiuyue's eyes welled with tears. Her son's martial soul hadn't failed to mutate; it was the legendary three-headed wolf martial soul.
It was said that a three-headed wolf martial soul had appeared a thousand years ago, a truly top-tier beast martial soul. Before Feng Xiaotian awakened his martial soul, she had already researched the various possibilities of her son possessing a martial soul.
"Alright, stop now," Feng Qingyuan said calmly, showing no joy, but rather some worry.
Could anyone in this world still cultivate twin martial souls? The last twin martial soul user died due to a martial soul conflict exploding. Could his son resolve this? (Note: Only a few people know about the Pope's twin martial souls.)
"These two martial souls are somewhat different. You can choose two names yourself," Feng Qingyuan said with a smile. Regardless, he should be happy to possess such top-tier talent.
As for whether he could resolve the twin martial soul issue, they could only wait and see.
Feng Xiaotian released his two martial souls again.
Raising his right hand, he said, "You can still call it Fist Blade."
Looking at his left hand, Feng Xiaotian seemed to remember; this wolf was something he had designed.
In his previous life, he was called Feng Xiaotian, a game designer.
On the day he died suddenly, he designed the strongest divine beast in the game world, the Devouring Demon Wolf.
After finishing the design, he didn't shut down his computer; the interface was still the Devouring Demon Wolf design page. Then he sat down in front of the computer, picked up his phone to play King of Glory, and continued designing.
Before that, he had worked continuously for twenty-six hours. He had only played half a game of King of Glory when he felt dizzy and collapsed. When he woke up, he was the infant Feng Xiaotian. "
It seems the heavens are still kind to me," he thought. "The divine beast I designed—now called a Soul Beast—is naturally incredibly powerful."
After thinking for a while, Feng Xiaotian said, "Let's call it Devouring Demon Wolf."
These three simple words, combined with the mutated and mutated form of the Gale Demon Wolf, made it impossible to describe it as merely "gale."
"Alright, let's call him Devouring Wolf, a powerful name," Feng Qingyuan clapped his hands.
After speaking, Feng Qingyuan looked at everyone present with a serious expression.
"My son, Feng Xiaotian, has awakened twin martial souls. Everyone saw his innate full soul power. I hope you can keep it a secret for now."
"We understand, but this twin martial soul?" Several teachers were somewhat troubled, not knowing how to cultivate twin martial souls.
"Don't worry, everyone, we'll find a way," Feng Qingyuan said.
Feng Xiaotian understood everyone's concerns. No one knew the issue of twin martial souls better than him. Before having a strong body, one could only cultivate one martial soul.
"Alright, everyone's martial souls have awakened today. Go back to your homes," Qin Qiuyue said.
After saying goodbye, Feng Xiaotian followed Feng Qingyuan and Qin Qiuyue home.
The three of them didn't speak along the way. The martial souls were good, and the soul power was at full level, but the only problem was the twin martial souls, because even the couple couldn't solve it.
"Qiuyue, do you think we should tell the Spirit Hall about Xiaotian's martial soul situation? Maybe they can find a solution?" Feng Qingyuan asked.
"The Spirit Hall? I think it's better not to. What if they use my son for research?" Qin Qiuyue worriedly asked.
"What? The Spirit Hall? Absolutely not! Mom is right. I don't want to be used as a research subject!" Feng Xiaotian shouted.
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1.8times+4. The Soul Skill Inherent with the Fist Blade in Chapter 4 Chapter 4 The Soul Skill Inherent in the Fist Blade
Regarding the research on martial souls, only the Spirit Hall on the continent is truly authoritative, so Feng Qingyuan immediately thought of the Spirit Hall.
After carefully considering Qin Qiuyue and Feng Xiaotian's words, he felt they made sense, after all, twin martial souls are extremely rare.
Who knew how they would raise their son? He knew the Spirit Hall's staff were of varying quality; if they encountered an evil martial soul researcher, his son would be in trouble.
"Alright, let's not consider the Spirit Hall for now. We'll both go to the library to look up some information. Before we find a definite method, Xiaotian shouldn't absorb any soul rings," Feng Qingyuan decided. The
Shenfeng Academy's library has a relatively complete collection of books; they should be able to find some information there.
Feng Xiaotian knew his parents' worries; could he say that cultivating only one martial soul was enough?
He was only six years old; even if he said it, they probably wouldn't believe it.
However, Qin Qiuyue was afraid Feng Xiaotian wouldn't understand, so she decided to tell him some questions about twin martial souls.
Qin Qiuyue squatted down and placed her hands on Feng Xiaotian's shoulders, saying, "Son, your martial soul and talent are unparalleled throughout history, a genius among geniuses. But because your talent is so strong, there are also some problems." "
What problems?" Feng Xiaotian feigned an answer.
"Cultivating two martial souls might cause them to clash, potentially leading to your body exploding and death. It's extremely dangerous. As far as we know, you're the second person to possess twin martial souls, and all we know is the experience of your predecessor's failure," Qin Qiuyue explained.
Their knowledge was far inferior to that of Haotian Douluo Tang Hao and Grandmaster. Knowing about Tang San's martial soul, they both suggested that he could only cultivate one martial soul first.
"I know you've always longed to become a Soul Master, but we need to wait a while. It's not too late to cultivate after we find a more systematic method,"
Feng Xiaotian nodded, saying, "Mom, I understand. I'll definitely find a method."
He wasn't in a hurry to obtain his first soul ring immediately; he'd wait until Feng Qingyuan and Qin Qiuyue had done their research.
"Alright, Xiaotian, I'm glad you understand. Continue your physical training during this time. You can also come with us to the library to look at some materials about Soul Master cultivation," Qin Qiuyue said again.
"Here, son, this is for you. Consider it a reward for awakening your Martial Soul," Feng Qingyuan said, handing Feng Xiaotian a small cyan bag.
"Is this a Soul Tool?"
Feng Xiaotian asked. Only those with Soul Power can use Soul Tools.
"That's right. This is a spatial Soul Tool. I call it the Treasure Bag. It has ten cubic meters of space inside, enough to store even living things," Feng Qingyuan explained. "
Really? That's great!" Feng Xiaotian took the Treasure Bag from Feng Qingyuan and immediately used his Soul Power to test it by putting a teacup from the nearby table inside. "
Qingyuan, you finally decided to give it up! This is your treasure. I asked you for it last time, but you wouldn't give it to me. Turns out you were saving it for your son," Qin Qiuyue teased.
"Of course! Only a son deserves such a good thing. Don't you agree?" Feng Qingyuan laughed loudly.
"Yes, you're right. Xiaotian, release your martial spirit again." Qin Qiuyue finished speaking and looked at Feng Xiaotian again.
On the surface, both of them were calm, but in their hearts, they were extremely worried about Feng Xiaotian.
Feng Xiaotian tied the treasure bag to his waist, stretched out both hands, and released his martial spirits simultaneously: the Devouring Wolf in his left hand and a fist blade in his right.
They hadn't studied Feng Xiaotian's martial spirits carefully before, but now, upon closer inspection, they noticed something different, especially the distinctive white wolf head, which seemed to possess an aura of supreme dominance.
It was an extremely special martial spirit.
Feng Xiaotian knew the origins of both martial spirits.
Suddenly, he had an idea: could the fist blade be attached to his body like it was in his previous life as the Prince of Lanling?
Just as this thought crossed his mind, the fist blade in his right hand changed, and it actually appeared on his hand.
At the same time, information about the fist blade appeared in his mind.
Skills? It actually possesses Lanling King's skills, which have also been brought along.
Feng Qingyuan and Qin Qiuyue also noticed Feng Xiaotian's unusual behavior and looked at their son in surprise.
"Xiaotian, what's wrong?" Qin Qiuyue asked with concern.
"Dad, Mom, your worries seem a bit unnecessary. This doesn't seem to be a martial soul, and I'm not a true twin martial soul either," Feng Xiaotian said excitedly.
"What! Not a martial soul? How is that possible?" Feng Qingyuan said incredulously.
From the moment he put on the fist blade, Feng Xiaotian had already received its information. This fist blade was just his weapon, existing only in the form of a martial soul, and could not be added with soul rings.
So strictly speaking, the fist blade could not be considered a true martial soul, at most only half, because it could not be added with soul rings.
This kind of thing had never happened before, and neither of them understood it, as if several question marks were hanging on their heads.
"It told me this, and I already have several soul skills that I can use after using it," Feng Xiaotian said, looking at the fist blade on his right hand.
He didn't intend to hide it from his parents, so he told them some information about the fist blade. Even if he didn't tell them today, they would find out in the future anyway, so it was better to tell them sooner rather than later, which would alleviate some of their worries and concerns.
"Soul skills? You said you already have soul skills, or several?" Feng Qingyuan and Qin Qiuyue asked at the same time.
"Yes, I already have some soul skills, but I can only use a portion of them now," Feng Xiaotian replied.
He possessed all the skills that Lanling King had in the game, and they appeared in the form of soul skills.
Feng Xiaotian's words had overturned his understanding of martial souls.
"What kind of soul skills? Can you show us?" Feng Qingyuan's voice trembled slightly. This martial soul was too powerful; it actually had soul skills after awakening.
"There's not enough space here, let's go to the courtyard," Feng Xiaotian said.
The three of them went to the small courtyard, with Feng Xiaotian and Feng Qingyuan about twenty meters apart.
Then Feng Xiaotian withdrew his martial soul. In this situation, he couldn't use soul skills because these soul skills were passive; they could be triggered at any time as long as they were equipped.
Feng Xiaotian first ran to Feng Qingyuan at his fastest speed and said, "This is my usual fastest speed."
After saying that, he returned to his previous position, put on his gauntlets again, and regarded his father, Feng Qingyuan, as his imaginary opponent. "My first soul skill, I call it Secret Technique Ultimate, which increases my speed by 20% when moving towards an opponent or enemy."
As soon as he started moving, Feng Xiaotian felt his soul power being consumed, and his body seemed to have become much lighter. His speed increased from the moment he started.
He stopped in front of Feng Qingyuan again.
"Mom and Dad, what do you think? My speed has increased a lot." Feng Xiaotian said.
Feng Qingyuan and Qin Qiuyue thought their son was joking, but after seeing their son demonstrate, they believed him. Compared to the fastest speed their son had just mentioned, it really had increased by 20%.
They were both born in Shenfeng Academy and were both wind-type soul masters, so they were more sensitive to speed than anyone else.
Seeing the surprise on their parents' faces, Feng Xiaotian continued, "The remaining two skills, I can only use once a day for now. They are called 'Termination' and 'Recovery'."
The passive skill Ultimate and the two summoner skills 'Termination' and 'Recovery' are currently usable.
The four secret techniques—Concealment, Clone, Shadow Erosion, and Ambush—are currently unavailable; they can only be used once a certain level of strength is reached.
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1.8times+5. Chapter 5: Termination and Recovery Chapter 5 Termination and Recovery
Five exclusive skills plus a summoner spell and a hero's innate skill, Recovery, were present, but what surprised Feng Xiaotian the most was Termination and Recovery. When he played, he used the Termination skill, also known as Execution.
Their Divine Wind Academy emphasized speed, lightning-fast, and Feng Xiaotian's soul skill could further enhance his speed by 20%.
This was equivalent to further improving his strengths. When a person's speed is cultivated to its limit, every further improvement becomes extremely difficult.
This skill, called Ultimate Intent, could actually increase speed by 20%, comparable to the effect of a powerful support soul master.
After a while, Feng Qingyuan and Qin Qiuyue finally recovered from their surprise.
"This soul skill is amazing! You said there are two more soul skills; could you use them too?" Feng Qingyuan asked expectantly.
His son had brought him so many surprises today, awakening a martial soul that no one on the entire continent had ever obtained, and immediately equipping only the soul skill after awakening.
Feng Qingyuan was even more eager for the remaining two soul skills.
"Dad, Mom, this little courtyard doesn't seem suitable for using our skills. The remaining two soul skills are more suited to actual combat," Feng Xiaotian said.
"Actual combat? Then use them on me," Feng Qingyuan said confidently. As a level 73 Soul Saint, was he afraid of a level 10 Soul Master's soul skill?
Using it on Dad? That didn't seem right. Feng Xiaotian pondered. A recovery skill was fine, but a finishing move was definitely out of the question.
Qin Qiuyue saw Feng Xiaotian's hesitation and said, "Xiaotian, don't worry, your dad's tough. Just use your soul skill."
"No, this soul skill isn't suitable for Dad. Let's find a soul beast to try it on," Feng Xiaotian said.
Finishing moves are no joke. To be effective, the opponent must be injured. Without injury, the skill is useless. And regardless of whether you're an ordinary Soul Master or a Title Douluo, the damage is the same. He didn't want Feng Qingyuan to get hurt.
"Soul beasts? Let's go to the back mountain of Shenfeng Academy. Although there aren't any powerful soul beasts there, there are some that are about ten years old. We can use them to test our skills," Qin Qiuyue suggested.
Shenfeng City is named after Shenfeng Academy, but the academy isn't actually located in Shenfeng City. It's situated a few kilometers away at the foot of a high mountain.
Within this mountain lies a valley filled with fierce hurricanes, also known as Hurricane Valley.
Many students from Shenfeng Academy choose to train there, and the academy was established there because of Hurricane Valley.
"Then let's go there," Feng Xiaotian said. Having experienced the benefits of Extreme Intent, he was particularly looking forward to these two skills. He wouldn't feel at ease until he could truly use them.
Following Qin Qiuyue's suggestion, the two, along with Feng Xiaotian, quickly arrived at a secluded spot in the back mountain.
Soul beasts that are about ten years old are relatively weak, similar to ordinary wild animals.
However, along their journey, many soul beasts sensed the aura of Feng Qingyuan and Qin Qiuyue and avoided them.
"Dad, I need an injured soul beast, one with only about 10% of its life force left," Feng Xiaotian said.
"No problem."
Feng Qingyuan immediately rushed out into the jungle, and a minute later, he was seen carrying a severely injured gray rabbit, which he threw to the ground.
"This soul skill is called 'Termination,' die!" Feng Xiaotian said, using the Termination skill on the rabbit.
A faint blue halo emanated from the gray rabbit's body, and with a whimper, it completely died.
"Son, what exactly is the use of this Termination skill?" Qin Qiuyue asked curiously.
"This skill is called Termination. After use, it immediately inflicts damage on nearby enemies by an additional 14% on top of their existing injuries."
"This skill also has drawbacks. One is that the opponent must be severely injured, and the other is that it can only be used once a day."
Feng Xiaotian explained the effects and drawbacks of the Termination skill in one breath.
"This skill? It might be a life-saving skill in a critical moment," Feng Qingyuan pondered. If the two were locked in a life-or-death duel and both were seriously injured, using this skill could immediately turn the tide, and might even kill the opponent in one blow.
"This skill has the same effect on anyone, even if he is a Title Douluo," Feng Xiaotian added.
"What? It even works on a Title Douluo?" Feng Qingyuan exclaimed in surprise.
"What about the other soul skill?" Qin Qiuyue asked impatiently.
"This last soul skill is called Recovery. Its function is healing. It can heal a certain amount of injury at once, and also restore a certain amount of soul power, but it can only be used on oneself."
"Recovery? Healing," Qin Qiuyue said.
Feng Xiaotian nodded and replied, "Yes, you could say that."
After saying that, Feng Xiaotian took out the small knife he had prepared beforehand.
"Xiaotian, what are you going to do?"
"Demonstrate." After saying that, he cut his arm with the knife, and blood flowed out immediately.
"Recovery." Enduring the pain, Feng Xiaotian silently chanted and used the skill.
After the skill was used, a pale blue light shone on his body, and finally the light concentrated on his wound. Instantly, he felt the pain disappear and the bleeding stopped.
In just an instant, the wound was gone.
"Healed?" Feng Qingyuan and Qin Qiuyue exclaimed in surprise, and at the same time checked Feng Xiaotian's wound. It really had been completely healed.
"This is unbelievable! Speed, attack, and this ability to restore soul power and heal injuries—these are all miraculous soul skills.
Is this what a newly awakened martial soul should possess?"
"Mom and Dad, don't worry. I only need to cultivate the Devouring Wolf martial soul; there definitely won't be any conflicts," Feng Xiaotian said.
"This? A martial soul like yours is truly unheard of. To be honest, your parents can't help you. I doubt anyone on this continent can understand your fist-blade martial soul," Qin Qiuyue hesitated.
The more powerful and excellent Feng Xiaotian's martial soul was, the more worried they became.
Feng Xiaotian didn't know how to convince them now. Should they find a master? That seemed impossible. They didn't know where the master was, and even if they found him, would they believe what the master said?
"Qiuyue, our son is right. The last person with twin martial souls died from a martial soul conflict and explosion when adding a third spirit ring to their second martial soul. Xiaotian only needs to add a spirit ring to the Devouring Wolf. Besides, didn't Xiaotian also say that this fist blade isn't a true martial soul and can't have a spirit ring added to it?"
Feng Qingyuan pondered for a long time before expressing his thoughts.
"You're right, we should trust our son," Qin Qiuyue replied.
"So that means I can absorb spirit rings?" Feng Xiaotian asked happily.
Qin Qiuyue nodded and said, "Yes, you can add spirit rings anytime."
"I'll cultivate for a while longer, until my body is stronger," Feng Xiaotian said. Having been familiar with the Douluo Continent, he knew the limit on the number of years one could add spirit rings at each stage.
With this advantage, he wanted to improve his physical condition to the highest level, reaching the limit for spirit ring absorption.
"Let's go. We've used our soul skills, it's time to go back. Today I'm going to make some delicious food to celebrate Xiaotian's awakening of his martial soul, which is also Xiaotian's birthday."
Qin Qiuyue and Feng Qingyuan turned to leave, but Feng Xiaotian didn't go. His left hand, the
Devouring Wolf, had already reacted. As the name suggests, it has the ability to devour.
He released his martial soul, the Devouring Wolf, and placed it next to the gray rabbit soul beast that had just died. It seemed to gently absorb a breath, and the gray rabbit actually turned into ashes. It seemed that the Devouring Wolf was still a little unsatisfied, as if saying that this was not enough for it to be full.
"Xiaotian, what are you doing? It's time to go." Qin Qiuyue called out.
Feng Xiaotian quickly withdrew his martial soul, turned around, and said, "Oh, I'm here."
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1.8times+Chapter 6 Training in Hurricane Valley (Part 1) Chapter 6 Training in Hurricane Valley (Part 1)
He told Feng Qingyuan and Qin Qiuyue about the characteristics of his martial soul, but he didn't intend to reveal the special features of the Devouring Wolf yet.
The innate soul skills of the Fist Blade alone had already surprised and shocked them, and besides, he didn't yet fully understand the specific information about the Devouring Wolf.
The only people Feng Xiaotian could trust in this world were his parents. He had seen and remembered their meticulous care for him over the past six years.
Telling them the secret of the Fist Blade was also to dispel their concerns and worries. After all, his circumstances were different from Tang San's; he had a powerful Title Douluo father and a teacher who understood martial souls.
He also possessed many advantages, including the internal energy cultivation method and martial arts techniques unique to him from the Xuan Tian Treasure Record.
With amazing talent, these advantages, and a theoretically invincible master, it would be strange if such a person wasn't powerful. His talent was now comparable to Tang San's, and he also had his own unique circumstances—in short, an advantage. Logically
speaking, Tang San was still about four years away from being born, and it was uncertain who the protagonist of this continent would be by then.
He had ten more years than Tang San, and he refused to believe that Feng Xiaotian couldn't defeat Tang San in this lifetime.
Back home, Qin Qiuyue had prepared many of Feng Xiaotian's favorite foods. Neither of them went to the academy for work that day, simply staying home with Feng Xiaotian.
They spent the day happily and relaxed, and Feng Xiaotian was very satisfied with this happy family.
In his previous life, he also had parents, but they divorced when he was six or seven, and he was basically raised by his grandparents.
He hadn't experienced much parental love, and after his grandparents passed away, he lived alone.
What he lacked in his previous life, he made up for in this one. Feng Xiaotian vowed to become strong enough to protect his family.
After dinner, Feng Xiaotian returned to his room, and his mother, Qin Qiuyue, followed him.
"Xiaotian, you said you wanted to train for a while before getting your spirit ring?"
Feng Xiaotian nodded and said, "Yes, Mom. I heard that the stronger your body, the stronger the spirit ring you can absorb."
She hadn't expected her son to know about the precautions for absorbing spirit rings; a stronger body could withstand stronger spirit rings. However, she didn't know exactly how many years a first spirit ring could be absorbed.
Generally, a normal person could absorb a spirit ring between one and two hundred years old without any problem.
This was what Qin Qiuyue knew.
"Where did you hear that?" Qin Qiuyue asked curiously.
Feng Xiaotian smiled and scratched his head, replying, "I think I heard it from a student while I was wandering around the academy."
"Heard it from someone?" Qin Qiuyue asked doubtfully, as this statement seemed plausible.
Feng Xiaotian couldn't very well say he already knew, could he? If his parents asked, he could just say he couldn't remember who said it.
There were over six hundred students at Shenfeng Academy; how could they possibly know who said it?
Qin Qiuyue thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll listen to you. You can train for a month first, but I'll personally guide your cultivation during that month."
"What? Mom, you'll teach me?" Feng Xiaotian sat up in surprise.
"Yes, for this month I'll temporarily ignore everything at the academy and just watch over your cultivation. After a month of training, we'll go hunt soul beasts to obtain a soul ring for you," Qin Qiuyue decided.
"How will Mom train me?" Feng Xiaotian asked curiously.
"You'll find out then," Qin Qiuyue smiled.
She then took out two books from her soul tool and handed them to Feng Xiaotian.
"These are methods for cultivating soul power, and some information about soul beasts. You have innate full soul power, so cultivating now won't increase your soul power much. Everything will have to wait until you obtain your soul ring. You can read them whenever you have time."
He took the two thick books.
"Thank you, Mom," Feng Xiaotian said gratefully.
"Silly son, I'm your mother, no need for thanks. Just rest well today. Don't feel tired for the next month; be prepared to endure hardship." Qin Qiuyue said, slowly leaving Feng Xiaotian's room.
After Qin Qiuyue left, Feng Xiaotian eagerly opened the book given to him. Soul power cultivation was done through meditation, but this was the most primitive and rudimentary method.
He had the soul skills inherent in his fist blades and the Devouring Wolf, but he lacked an internal cultivation technique.
Without the optimal route for soul power cultivation, he could only use this most primitive method, which was currently the only thing limiting his growth.
Qin Qiuyue returned to her room, and Feng Qingyuan immediately asked, "Are you really going to train our son personally? And in Hurricane Valley?"
"Yes, what's wrong? Are you worried?" Qin Qiuyue replied.
"That's the method you used back then. You were already seventeen then. I don't know if our son can endure that kind of hardship." Feng Qingyuan was somewhat worried.
"Don't worry, our son isn't an ordinary person. I believe he can persevere. Besides, he didn't reach that level of intensity at the beginning; he just needs to stay on the outermost edge," Qin Qiuyue explained.
Feng Qingyuan nodded in agreement, then looked at Qin Qiuyue with a mischievous grin.
"What are you going to do?"
"Wife, now that we have a son, shouldn't we have a daughter too?" Feng Qingyuan hugged Qin Qiuyue tightly, and then
...
That night, Feng Xiaotian basically skimmed through the two thick books, learning about the information on tens of thousands of soul beasts. Although he could only remember a few, he had a general impression of them all. However,
since he had awakened his martial soul, his hearing seemed to have improved, and he heard some sounds he shouldn't have, so he didn't sleep well all night.
Early the next morning,
Feng Xiaotian appeared before Qin Qiuyue and Feng Qingyuan with huge dark circles under his eyes.
"What's wrong, son? Didn't you sleep well last night?" Qin Qiuyue asked.
"It's alright, I stayed up a little late reading." Could he really say he hadn't slept well because of certain sounds?
"Can you cultivate today?" Qin Qiuyue asked with concern.
"No problem, I can cultivate here," Feng Xiaotian replied.
After breakfast, Feng Xiaotian followed his mother, Qin Qiuyue, towards the back mountain of Shenfeng Academy.
They jogged uphill for about half an hour before Feng Xiaotian suddenly felt the wind speed increase, making running more difficult.
The further they went, the more desolate the surroundings became, with less and less vegetation. Some Shenfeng Academy students passed by along the way.
Finally, they arrived at the edge of a cliff, about 300 meters from the bottom. Looking down into the distance, two mountains intersected, forming a narrow passage between them.
"Mom, is this Hurricane Valley, where our Shenfeng Academy uses for cultivation?" Feng Xiaotian asked.
"That's right, this is Hurricane Valley. We'll be cultivating here for the next month. Here, son, put this on." Qin Qiuyue handed Feng Xiaotian a black mask.
The mask was rather large, basically covering his entire face, leaving only the area around his eyes exposed.
"The wind is stronger down there; too much wind will dry out your skin. I don't want my son to ruin his handsome face after training," Qin Qiuyue said with a smile.
In the original novel, Feng Xiaotian always wore a mask, yet he still managed to physically clash with Tang San, forcing Tang San to use skills like the Mysterious Jade Hand and Ghost Shadow Steps. It turns out all of this was thanks to the training he received from his mother, Qin Qiuyue.
Perhaps spending so much time in Hurricane Valley naturally formed a habit, and wearing a mask became a part of his daily life.
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1.8times+7. Chapter 7 Training in Hurricane Valley (Part 2) Chapter 7 Hurricane Valley Training (Part 2)
Both of them put on their masks. This 300-meter height was almost entirely a sheer cliff; it was impossible for him to descend alone without external assistance.
He also surveyed his surroundings. There were three ways to get down: one was that the academy had prepared a rope ladder; the second was to fly down using his own flying soul skill; and the last was to be helped down by someone else.
"How should we get down?" Feng Xiaotian asked.
Qin Qiuyue glanced at the rope ladder and said, "It's over there. Now everything depends on you. Although it's only 300 meters high, since it's downwards, it can train your strength and courage."
"I understand, I'll use the rope ladder," Feng Xiaotian said.
His son didn't resist at all and immediately agreed to use the rope ladder, which made Qin Qiuyue very gratified. After all, he was only six years old. Many soul masters who were nearly twenty years old felt some fear when they came here, and some even dared not go down, thus giving up training in Hurricane Valley.
Hurricane Valley was truly a unique and precious training ground for the Divine Wind Academy.
Feng Xiaotian arrived at the rope ladder; several other young students from the Divine Wind Academy were also preparing to go down.
"Isn't this Feng Xiaotian? What are you doing here?" several young students asked curiously. Many students at Shenfeng Academy recognized him.
"I'm here to train too. Go down from here," Feng Xiaotian said, pointing to the rope ladder.
The students were startled. Feng Xiaotian was only six years old, yet he dared to train here, and even go down the rope ladder.
"Xiaotian, are you kidding? Do your father, Vice Dean Feng, and Director Qin know you're going down from here?" At this moment, a teacher on duty in Hurricane Valley came up to Feng Xiaotian and asked.
"Teacher Liu, it's you here today. Don't worry, it's alright. I let Xiaotian train here. He'll go down from here like the other students. You can continue," Qin Qiuyue said seriously.
She was the director of the Academic Affairs Office and a Soul Emperor, while this teacher was at most level 40. To outsiders, Qin Qiuyue was a strict person.
"Alright, Xiaotian, you go first," Teacher Liu said.
Feng Xiaotian went first, and the other students didn't object; instead, they watched curiously, wanting to see how he would perform.
The teacher, surnamed Liu, secured a rope around his waist—a safety rope; the academy, for the students' protection, had implemented certain safety measures.
Then, Feng Xiaotian reached the edge of the cliff. At a height of three hundred meters, looking down was impossible without fear. Although he had participated in such extreme sports in his previous life, standing here still made his legs feel weak.
Especially with the strong winds blowing through Hurricane Valley, he felt as if he was about to lose his footing.
"Go down," Qin Qiuyue said.
Feng Xiaotian didn't hesitate and descended the rope ladder.
As he went down, he clearly felt the wind speed increase, and the rope ladder swayed constantly.
Maintaining a stable downward posture required full-body exertion, especially the strength of his legs and arms.
The winds blowing from Hurricane Valley were the most powerful.
Only by experiencing it firsthand could one understand the difficulty. No wonder his mother made him go down the rope ladder.
On his second step down, he encountered another problem: the distance between the rope ladder steps was beyond his reach.
At six years old, he wasn't short, but these ladders were designed for adults; at only 1.2 meters tall, he still had to deflect 20-30 centimeters to reach a foothold.
"Director Qin, isn't this too difficult for Xiaotian?" Teacher Liu asked, looking at Feng Xiaotian with some concern.
"It's alright, I believe in him. You all continue," Qin Qiuyue said, unfurling a hummingbird wing behind her—her soul skill.
She flew down the cliff to observe her son Feng Xiaotian's every move, ready to protect him at the first sign of trouble.
He tried to get a foothold several times but couldn't. He could only grip the rope tightly and use his arm strength to slowly descend until he reached a foothold.
He didn't immediately continue, but rested for a few seconds before descending again. Three hundred meters, approximately five hundred rope ladders, required him to conserve his strength gradually, just like in his previous life's long-distance running, where he had to rationally allocate his energy.
He descended step by step, and the students of Shenfeng Academy didn't complain about his slow pace. Feng Xiaotian didn't dare look down; he had only one belief in his mind: one more step and he would reach the bottom.
Qin Qiuyue was very pleased. Her son was very clever, knowing how to conserve his energy. Even on his first time training like this, he knew how to manage his strength so effectively—truly worthy of being her son.
Further down, the wind speed increased, and the rope ladder swayed violently. Feng Xiaotian gripped the rope tightly.
From a distance, the 300-meter-long rope ladder was blown by the wind into the shape of a crescent moon.
Sometimes, one section swayed to the right, and another to the left, forming different directions.
Whoosh…
A strong gust of wind blew, forcing Feng Xiaotian to quickly wrap his hands and feet around the rope.
When the wind subsided slightly, he continued downhill.
After about twenty minutes, he had descended more than two hundred rope ladders, only covering half the distance. His strength was already starting to give way, and he almost lost his grip several times.
His hands, gripping the rope, were trembling slightly, as if he had reached his limit.
Watching her son from afar, Qin Qiuyue felt a pang of heartache, but there was no turning back now. She knew her son's strength and stamina were far superior to his peers.
She couldn't stop now; once this started, how could he continue training? " Should we give up just because we encounter difficulties?" She couldn't instill such a mindset in her son.
She would only intervene when faced with real danger, and besides, Feng Xiaotian himself hadn't given up, so as a mother, she shouldn't either.
"Go for it, son," Qin Qiuyue silently encouraged him.
Feng Xiaotian's ascent down the rope ladder had already attracted a lot of attention. After all, he was only a six-year-old child, while most of the students in the academy were over sixteen.
If these children couldn't come down, it would be a disgrace, but for a six-year-old, not being able to come down was normal; if he did, it would be a miracle.
Feng Xiaotian didn't pay attention to the actions of others, his eyes resolute, focusing solely on the wind speed.
When the wind was strong, he would stop to rest at the point of contact, and when the wind subsided slightly, he would descend the rope ladder.
His physical strength, power, and perseverance were all being tested.
Suddenly… Feng Xiaotian's strength couldn't keep up, and he lost his grip.
He was blown away, detached from the rope ladder.
If it weren't for the safety rope, he would have already fallen.
Qin Qiuyue still felt a pang of pity and wanted to help Feng Xiaotian.
But just as she was about to act, she abandoned the idea.
She saw Feng Xiaotian gripping the rocks on the cliff face, inching closer to the rope ladder.
"Damn it, can't I even get down a rope ladder?" Feng Xiaotian gritted his teeth, simultaneously using his feet to push off the rocks and leaping back onto the rope ladder.
It was truly terrifying; Feng Xiaotian himself was startled. In such strong winds, a few drops of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. Without the safety rope, he would have been finished.
Seeing Feng Xiaotian return to the rope ladder, everyone applauded. It was truly incredible that a six-year-old child could achieve such a feat. (Note:
Due to the similarity between the protagonist's father's name, Feng Qinghe, and Xue Qinghe, which might affect the reading experience, the name has been changed to Feng Qingyuan. Two skills have also been modified; the "End" skill remains, while the "Purify" skill has been changed to "Recovery." We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause!)
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1.8times+8. Chapter 8 Training in Hurricane Valley (Part 2) Chapter 8 Hurricane Valley Training (Part 2)
Back on the rope ladder, Feng Xiaotian became even more attentive and cautious.
Faced with the sudden unexpected turn of events, he began to ponder and had a new idea.
Why couldn't he utilize the wind? Or find a pattern?
Descending like this was far too slow, and his stamina was already starting to wane.
Since the wind affected the rope ladder in Hurricane Valley, he could use this to find a suitable rhythm for a rapid descent.
Thinking this, Feng Xiaotian didn't act immediately but stopped on the rope ladder.
He closed his eyes, carefully sensing the wind's speed, direction, and pattern.
Qin Qiuyue watched Feng Xiaotian, who remained motionless with his eyes closed. Had he come up with something?
After about three minutes, Feng Xiaotian opened his eyes again.
He leaped down, releasing his grip and tilting his body about half a body length to the right.
He landed perfectly in the middle of the rope ladder, then grabbed the rope with both hands.
"Success!" Feng Xiaotian exclaimed joyfully.
On his first attempt, he discovered the wind direction was to the right. Based on the wind speed and intensity, he calculated the swing position of the next step on the rope ladder.
This way, he could save a lot of energy by holding the rope with his hands to maintain balance when applying force.
"How is this possible? Is there even a method?" many students from the academy exclaimed in surprise.
Feng Xiaotian had just demonstrated a new way to use the rope ladder.
His success on the first try boosted his confidence.
Afterward, Feng Xiaotian's speed on the rope ladder was almost comparable to some students from Shenfeng Academy. He started by descending one step at a time, then two, and finally, he tried descending three steps at once.
His speed was comparable to that of a student who had been cultivating there for years.
The students and teachers of Shenfeng Academy, as well as Qin Qiuyue, were stunned. Such a performance would be easily accepted if it were a student around twenty years old, but Feng Xiaotian was only six years old, and didn't even have a spirit ring yet.
Qin Qiuyue was overjoyed. Her son, at such a young age, could already think of utilizing the wind instead of resisting it—this was what a true cultivator should do.
Feng Xiaotian, however, did what students of Shenfeng Academy should do: feel the wind, understand the wind, and ultimately utilize the wind.
Thinking that his son had grasped these things in less than an hour, he could only be described as a genius.
Currently, their training here was purely for Feng Xiaotian's physical development, which somewhat contradicted their original intention, because the various negative effects of wind on people are what provide the training.
This reduced the physical training from descending the rope ladder considerably.
When they reached the last fifty meters, the rope ladder swayed drastically, seemingly making it impossible to descend three steps at a time; even descending one step was difficult.
The wind speed was too fast; the previous method was no longer feasible, and Feng Xiaotian returned to his initial state.
However, this saved a lot of energy, and in less than ten minutes, Feng Xiaotian was on the ground. He
was so tired that he collapsed onto the ground.
He needed to rest, and many people gathered around him.
"Xiaotian, that's amazing! How did you do that?"
"Yeah, Xiaotian, tell us!"
Several students asked him for advice.
"It's nothing much. As long as you figure out the wind speed, direction, and strength, you can then determine the location of the rope ladder next time," Feng Xiaotian explained.
The others understood immediately and thanked Feng Xiaotian. It wasn't anything particularly profound, and Feng Xiaotian was happy to share.
Qin Qiuyue returned to Feng Xiaotian's side, retracted her wings, and said, "Not bad, to have obtained this analysis at that time, let's move on to the next stage of cultivation."
"Okay, let's begin," Feng Xiaotian said excitedly. Cultivating here was definitely better than running around in the academy.
Several students saw their dean arrive and bowed before leaving.
Qin Qiuyue looked at the entrance of Hurricane Valley and said, "It's still a thousand meters away from the real Hurricane Valley. You'll cultivate here for the next month."
"What are we going to do?" Feng Xiaotian asked.
"Here, you need to learn to stand up first. Follow me to the entrance of Hurricane Valley." Qin Qiuyue finished speaking and walked towards the entrance.
This thousand-meter stretch was practically devoid of vegetation, containing only strangely shaped, weathered rocks.
Facing the fierce hurricane, which wasn't really a hurricane outside, the real hurricane was inside Hurricane Valley.
Feng Xiaotian followed Qin Qiuyue step by step, each step extremely difficult, as if he might be blown away if he walked any faster.
It took Feng Xiaotian half an hour to walk a distance of one kilometer. Reaching the entrance to Hurricane Valley, Feng Xiaotian was at his limit. His body was too small and too light; a gust of wind felt like he could be blown away.
At first, he could manage, but later he could only advance by gripping the stones along the way.
Qin Qiuyue stopped and said, "Your training task for this month is to survive outside Hurricane Valley. The first step is to stand." "
Stand?"
"That's right. You must first stand firmly at the strongest wind point outside. If you can't even stand, how can you talk about other cultivation?" Qin Qiuyue explained.
"I understand, I will try my best," Feng Xiaotian said firmly.
Just like on the rope ladder, a rope about five meters long was tied around his waist.
He stood at the wind's edge, adopting the horse stance he had used in his previous life, facing the biting, piercing wind.
Thump…
Feng Xiaotian was blown away and tripped, falling to the ground.
He forced himself to stand up, step by step returning to the starting point, standing firm again, only to be blown away again a short while later.
Qin Qiuyue also noticed her son's strange posture, which seemed somewhat unusual.
On the first day, Feng Xiaotian had been blown away countless times until he was completely exhausted and Qin Qiuyue carried him home.
He was utterly drained; even his bath was done by Qin Qiuyue. He had insisted on bathing independently since he was three, which was rather embarrassing, but he had no choice but to rely on Qin Qiuyue's help.
After the bath, Qin Qiuyue applied ointment to Feng Xiaotian's body.
Soon, Feng Xiaotian fell fast asleep.
Feng Qingyuan felt a pang of pity for his son; he was only six years old.
"Qiuyue, you're being a bit heartless. Xiaotian is only six," Feng Qingyuan said, unable to bear it.
"I think so too, but you don't know how hard our son has tried. I wanted to stop his training, but seeing how serious and hard he was working, I just couldn't bring myself to say it," Qin Qiuyue explained.
Then, Qin Qiuyue recounted her son's entire performance that day to Feng Qingyuan, who was also extremely shocked.
They both reached a consensus: if things continued this way, their son would definitely become a powerful figure on the continent, at least a Title Douluo.
Looking at the sleeping Feng Xiaotian, Qin Qiuyue said, "Let's take out all our savings. We must do everything we can to nurture our son. With such diligent cultivation, his nutrition must be top-notch; he must eat the best and have the best resources."
Feng Qingyuan hugged Qin Qiuyue tightly and said, "Wife, I'll listen to you. I'll start working hard to earn money and give our son the best conditions. Xiaotian will definitely become famous throughout the continent and become our pride."
(End of Chapter)
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