Chapter 21: The Secret Technique of Clones Shows Its Power Once Again Chapter 21 The Secret Technique: The Clone Demon Shows Its Power Again
"The battle begins," Hua Feng announced again.
"Damn it! How dare they look down on our entire team! Brother Xiaotian, we must win! Let's fight them!"
"Yes, we'll fight!"
Everyone was initially somewhat dejected, but with Feng Xiaotian's encouragement and Huo Wuxuan's stimulation, their fighting spirit was rekindled.
"Go, Sister Wuxuan! Go, Brother Wushuang!" Huo Wu waved her hands and shouted loudly from the stands.
The moment Huo Wu shouted, Huo Wushuang charged forward first, followed closely by Huo Wuxuan; both were power-attack type Soul Masters.
The other five also began to constantly change formations, each possessing fire attribute. A scorching aura immediately swept towards Feng Xiaotian and the others, seemingly aiming to defeat them as quickly as possible.
Four of Feng Xiaotian's group possessed wind attribute, the power of wind clashing with the fire.
"First Soul Skill, Exploding Fire Fist!" Huo Wushuang roared, his hands covered in flames as he charged straight at Feng Xiaotian.
Seeing this, Han Li immediately used his control skill, Entangling, causing two sections of water plants to rise from beneath Huo Wushuang's feet and wrap around her from bottom to top.
One was water-attribute, the other fire-attribute, but Huo Wushuang chose the explosive route.
"Water-attribute? You'd better explode too!" Huo Wushuang shouted, simultaneously injecting explosive flames into the water plants.
The water on the water plants evaporated rapidly. Huo Wushuang's martial soul level and soul power were much higher than Han Li's, and the water plants wrapped around Huo Wushuang exploded instantly.
Although fire and water are mutually exclusive, when fire is much stronger than water, water simply cannot withstand it.
At the same time, Bai Xiaomei also launched an attack.
Her soul skill, Crimson Brocade Assault, sent a long snake, its body like a piece of colored brocade, lunging at Huo Wushuang.
"First soul skill, Exploding Sparks!"
Huo Wuxuan used her first soul skill, sending sparks flying towards Feng Xiaotian.
Huang Yunxi and Wang Lin also simultaneously dodged from the side, facing the two soul masters head-on.
Aside from Du Qingqing and Qin Yu behind her, the rest of the group sprang into action, with Du Qingqing's responsibility being to protect Qin Yu while her teammates attacked.
*Bang!*
Huo Wushuang's Explosive Fire Fist struck Bai Xiaomei's first soul skill, Red Brocade Assault, instantly shattering it.
Feng Xiaotian was also facing Huo Wuxuan's first soul skill, a shower of sparks raining down on him. If he were hit by these sparks and they exploded nearby, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He swung his left hand, unleashing five wind blades simultaneously to meet Huo Wuxuan's sparks head-on.
Wind against fire, the wind blades colliding resulted in a series of explosive sounds as they collided.
Bai Xiaomei's soul skill seemed completely ineffective against Huo Wushuang, and she was at a disadvantage in close combat. Bai Xiaomei immediately switched positions with Wang Lin.
Wang Lin's first soul skill, Wind Eagle Claw, directly confronted Huo Wushuang's Explosive Fist.
On the Shenfeng Junior Academy side, the fight was going very poorly for everyone, as if they were all being countered by their opponents, and their soul power was also slightly lower than their opponents'.
Wang Lin's first soul skill was still decent, and he was evenly matched with Huo Wushuang, but his Wind Eagle Claw was already stained with flames, emitting a burnt smell.
Huo Wushuang was in the same boat; the Wind Eagle Claw had also left some bloody marks on his fists from the wind.
The battle was extremely fierce, and every member of the Shenfeng Junior Academy team was facing a challenge.
On the stands, Huo Zhengyang wore a confident smile. Best, on the other hand, was worriedly watching the entire battle.
"Best, what do you think of my two juniors? One is my eldest son's daughter, Huo Wuxuan, and the other is my second son's son, Huo Wushuang. I named them both. What do you think? Not bad, right?"
Best didn't even look at Huo Zhengyang, casually saying, "Not bad, right?"
Seeing Best's worried expression, he was extremely pleased.
"Ah, if you had married and had children earlier, you might have grandchildren this big by now. It's a pity you never married, and it's too late now, haha."
Huo Zhengyang laughed loudly. Now, both of them are almost eighty years old, and they probably don't have that ability anymore.
He is extremely satisfied with his two juniors, especially Huo Wuxuan, who has innate level nine soul power and is a level twenty-six Great Soul Master at less than twelve years old. She is a true genius.
Best was preoccupied with the battle below, her fists clenched.
Huo Wuxuan was surprised to see Feng Xiaotian use his soul skill to block her first soul skill.
Her Exploding Sparks attack had a wide range and was very fast, yet Feng Xiaotian had easily broken through it.
"Sister Wuxuan, watch this, Flame Trap!" An eleven or twelve-year-old boy used his soul skill to firmly bind Feng Xiaotian.
Flames formed a circle, tightly binding Feng Xiaotian, growing tighter and tighter.
Seeing the situation was bad, Du Qingqing wanted to help Feng Xiaotian, but just as she was about to move, another soul master appeared in front of her, heading towards Qin Yu. Her mission was to protect Qin Yu, so she had to retreat to protect Qin Yu.
"Break free!" Feng Xiaotian shouted, simultaneously unleashing a wind blade to cut through the Flame Trap.
"Second Soul Skill, Exploding Dragon Flame Claw!" Huo Wuxuan roared as Feng Xiaotian broke free.
The soul skill activated, and flames enveloped her body. Especially her hands, which had transformed into fiery dragon claws, charged towards Feng Xiaotian.
Feng Xiaotian knew that with his current soul skills and soul power, he was not enough to deal with Huo Wuxuan's second soul skill. A faint blue light emanated from his right hand.
He had to use his fist blades, because his teammates were almost finished. Apart from Huo Wushuang, the others on the other side were all eleven or twelve years old, and their levels were relatively high.
The four of them were nine years old. Although they had good talent, their age was a limitation. If they waited two years, dealing with Huo Wuxuan and the others now would be incredibly easy.
But this was not a contest of the future, but of the present.
Even Du Qingqing was fighting against a soul master and could not protect Qin Yu. Moreover, the control-type soul master had also locked onto Qin Yu.
Wang Lin, Bai Xiaomei, and Huang Yunxi were also about to give up.
They could not lose. This was the last battle at Shenfeng Junior Academy, and also the last day at Shenfeng Junior Academy.
He could only rely on his fist blades, Feng Xiaotian thought silently.
"What's wrong? Are you still scared? You're still just a little brother." Huo Wuxuan appeared in front of Feng Xiaotian in an instant and shouted.
A dragon-shaped fist and palm surrounded by flames struck Feng Xiaotian.
Feng Xiaotian activated his fist blade skill, creating a clone attack to clash with Huo Wuxuan.
Even with the power of his fist blade, he could only match Huo Wuxuan's strength, but his fist blade had an additional effect:
creating a shadow clone attack that would randomly target one opponent, and that opponent landed on Huo Wushuang
, who was not far away. With a thud, Huo Wushuang fell to the ground. The shadow clone attack was simply too fast; Huo Wushuang had no time to dodge.
Feng Xiaotian's level 20 soul power, combined with his own strength, was enough to withstand even Huo Wuxuan's second soul skill. Huo Wushuang simply couldn't withstand such power.
Huo Wushuang fell, immediately losing his fighting ability. This instantly relieved Wang Lin's burden, allowing him to help his teammates.
The battle situation immediately changed, becoming seven against six.
Wang Lin quickly restrained the control-type soul master who wanted to attack Qin Yu.
Qin Yu also used her healing skill, applying her healing soul skill to Wang Lin. Wang Lin, who had just faced Huo Wushuang and was the most severely injured, instantly recovered 60-70% of his injuries under Qin Yu's healing soul skill.
Although her healing skill wasn't particularly impressive, only effective on one person at a time, and even at her peak, a level 12 soul power user could only use healing four times, if used well, turning the tide of battle wasn't a problem.
Huo Wuxuan, seeing Huo Wushuang lying on the ground, immediately stopped to check on her younger brother's injuries.
At the same time, everyone stopped, as this was just a friendly spar and they didn't want to cause serious harm.
Soon, Huo Wushuang was carried off the fighting arena. He wasn't in immediate danger, but his injuries were considerable.
"What soul skill did you just use?" Huo Wuxuan asked. It was amazing that he could attack others while simultaneously blocking her attack.
This wasn't an ordinary attack; it was definitely a soul skill, because Feng Xiaotian only had one soul ring and couldn't possibly possess two soul skills at the same time.
Feng Xiaotian said calmly, "My self-created soul skill, the secret technique Clone Attack."
He didn't want to reveal his fist blades yet. Although he wasn't afraid of revealing them—he could simply say they were soul bones—it was best to keep them hidden. That's why he said it was a self-created soul skill.
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1.8times+Chapter 22: Huo Wu Holds a Resentment Against Me Chapter 22 Huo Wuxuan's Resentment
The term "self-created soul skill" was just a noun in Huo Wuxuan's mind. She had heard teachers mention it at the academy, but had never actually seen it.
Even Huo Zhengyang and the other teachers didn't believe Feng Xiaotian's words, and they also noticed the gauntlet on Feng Xiaotian's right hand.
"Check that kid's gauntlet, there's definitely something wrong with it," Huo Zhengyang said loudly.
Was he kidding him? Feng Xiaotian looked to be at most ten years old, and he was already creating his own soul skill? When did creating soul skills become so easy?
Best seemed to vaguely remember that soul skill, which reminded him of the battle between Feng Xiaotian and Luo Changhe three years ago.
During the investigation at that time, those who watched the battle also said they saw Feng Xiaotian's phantom attacks, and Luo Changhe personally admitted that he was attacked twice by Feng Xiaotian in one go.
He had also checked Feng Xiaotian's gauntlet that year, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it; it was just an ordinary cloth gauntlet, the only difference being that the front of the gauntlet was a little loose.
"Huo Zhengyang, do you suspect that someone from our academy is cheating?" Best said confidently, Feng Xiaotian's performance just now giving him enough confidence.
With Feng Xiaotian's soul skill, even a level 26 Great Soul Master wouldn't be afraid.
"Best, are you kidding me? A little kid can create his own soul skill? I'm investigating." Huo Zhengyang said angrily. Huo Wushuang was his grandson, and he was seriously injured. Even with a healing soul master, he would have to stay in bed for at least ten days to half a month.
How could Best let him examine Feng Xiaotian's gauntlets so easily?
"Examining isn't impossible, but what if Feng Xiaotian's gauntlets are fine? What then? You're hurting the young hearts of my academy students."
Huo Zhengyang said discontentedly, "Best, what exactly do you want?"
"Examining is fine, but if Feng Xiaotian's gauntlets are fine, then you must immediately admit defeat and compensate the child one thousand gold soul coins." Best looked at Huo Zhengyang with a smile.
"What if there's a problem?" Huo Zhengyang said.
"A problem? We admit defeat, and I'll give you another one thousand gold soul coins, how about that?" Best said.
"No, my grandson Huo Wushuang is so badly injured. If there's a problem, then this kid should also be punished. He has to take Wuxuan's second soul skill head-on without retaliating," Huo Zhengyang said.
Judging from Huo Wuxuan's performance just now, the power of her second soul skill was similar to Feng Xiaotian's attack. He wanted the cheater to be punished accordingly.
Best could make the decision earlier, but taking someone else's attack was something Feng Xiaotian had to decide himself.
"Feng Xiaotian? Did you hear what Dean Huo said clearly?" Best asked.
"I have no problem. Just come and check," Feng Xiaotian replied. "
Wuxuan, go and take off his gauntlets and check carefully," Huo Zhengyang ordered.
Huo Wuxuan didn't believe that Feng Xiaotian's fist was without fault. She had just experienced Feng Xiaotian's attack.
The force was extremely strong, and it seemed somewhat sharp. Even with her martial soul in possession, her palm was still slightly sore. She felt that Feng Xiaotian had hidden a weapon inside his gauntlets.
"Bad guy, big bad guy, he hurt my brother Wushuang! Sister Wuxuan, quickly hit him!"
Huo Wu, kneeling beside Huo Wushuang, watched her sister walk towards Feng Xiaotian and immediately stood up, shouting loudly.
"Huo Wu, stop fooling around, take care of your brother," the woman in red said, turning to look at Feng Xiaotian.
Nearly thirty people in the audience simultaneously turned their gaze to Feng Xiaotian.
"Take off this glove yourself," Feng Xiaotian said, raising his right hand and placing it in front of Huo Wuxuan.
Huo Wuxuan's slender hand touched Feng Xiaotian's, carefully removing his glove smoothly.
She held the glove in her hand, examining it inside and out.
"Grandpa, this glove seems fine, just an ordinary cloth fist. Although the workmanship is a bit ugly, there's definitely no cheating."
"No cheating? Check his right hand, check his whole body." Huo Zhengyang really didn't believe it. A nine-year-old child, creating his own soul skill—what a genius!
"Do you want me to search you? Come on." Feng Xiaotian stood up straight, as if to say, "Let Huo Wuxuan do whatever she wants."
Huo Wuxuan's pretty face flushed slightly. Grandpa, really, making me search you.
"Enough, Huo Zhengyang! Feng Xiaotian's gauntlets are definitely fine. Do you know that his awakened martial soul is at the innate full soul power level? Just because you can't do it doesn't mean he can't," Best said, feigning anger.
Innate full soul power level?
Everyone from the Blazing Elementary Academy who came was shocked. Innate full soul power level was already the pinnacle of talent, a true genius.
"Are you really at the innate full soul power level?" Huo Wuxuan asked. Even she, with her soul power level only at the innate ninth level, was shocked.
"Of course! Our Xiaotian is at the innate full soul power level, and his martial soul is also a top-tier martial soul. Do I need to cheat to deal with you?" Huang Yunxi stepped forward, grabbed Feng Xiaotian's arm, and said loudly to Huo Wuxuan.
With Huo Wuxuan in front of her, Huang Yunxi felt threatened, a woman's intuition.
Feng Xiaotian nodded in agreement.
"I understand. Although you won, I didn't lose. We'll settle this again next time we meet," Huo Wuxuan said, remembering Feng Xiaotian's name.
She believed that a genius with innate full soul power wouldn't cheat, and it seemed plausible that such a genius would create his own soul skill at the age of nine.
"They won just like that?"
The victory came too suddenly. They were already at a disadvantage, but Feng Xiaotian finished them off in one move.
With Huo Wuxuan's departure, all the other students from the Blazing Wind Elementary Academy also left.
They had all heard the dean's words; Feng Xiaotian hadn't cheated, and according to the agreement, they had lost.
"Best, you hid it well, and your acting was pretty good too, pretending you were about to lose to me. This time, I've fallen for you," Huo Zhengyang said.
"Hehe, you weren't up to any good either. If it weren't for Xiaotian, my academy would have lost miserably. You just tried to steal a chicken but lost your rice instead, serves you right,"
Best laughed loudly. He was extremely pleased; with Feng Xiaotian around, everything was stable. It was a pity that he had already graduated at only nine years old and left the elementary academy.
Next time, he wouldn't be so lucky.
At this moment, the healing soul master from the Divine Wind Elementary Academy arrived and used a soul skill to help Huo Wushuang heal.
"Huo Wu, what are you doing? Wu Xuan, quickly stop Huo Wu!" the woman in red shouted.
She was taking care of Huo Wushuang and hadn't noticed Huo Wu, who had already run up to Feng Xiaotian.
Feng Xiaotian also looked at the four-year-old loli Huo Wu in front of him.
"You bad guy, you hit my brother, I'm going to avenge him!"
Huo Wu said, then bit Feng Xiaotian's right arm.
"Huo Wu, let go!" Huo Wu Xuan rushed over and hugged Huo Wu.
Huo Wu then released her teeth.
"Are you alright?" Huo Wu Xuan asked Feng Xiaotian.
"I'm fine, Huo Wu is very cute." Feng Xiaotian replied with a smile, enduring the pain.
He never expected Huo Wu to bite him. Facing the four-year-old Huo Wu, who hadn't even awakened her martial soul yet, he was completely unprepared.
"When I become a Soul Master, I'll beat you down too." There was some blood on Huo Wu's lips, which belonged to Feng Xiaotian.
Looking at the bite mark on his hand, this was another enemy. Was Huo Wu this vengeful even at such a young age? It seems he held grudges quite a bit in the original story.
He didn't complain about Huo Wu biting him. Kids will hold grudges when they see their older brother get hit, so Feng Xiaotian didn't take it to heart.
"Haha, Brother Xiaotian, you'd better watch out, this little beauty will cause you trouble in the future!" Everyone laughed simultaneously, happy with their victory.
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1.8times+Chapter 23 The Mysterious Whirlwind Chapter 23 The Strange Whirlwind
The Blazing Fire Junior Academy arrived full of excitement but left disappointed, losing three thousand gold soul coins.
In the Douluo Continent, one gold soul coin could sustain an average family of three for several months.
Three thousand gold soul coins wasn't much for a Soul Master family like Huo Zhengyang's, but losing so much money was still painful.
That day, Feng Xiaotian and five others graduated early, and Feng Xiaotian treated them to a lavish meal at the best restaurant in Shenfeng City, as he had also earned an extra thousand gold soul coins.
They played until evening before heading home. Except for Feng Xiaotian, the others hadn't reached level twenty and would basically have to enroll in the intermediate Soul Master Academy in a month.
After today's battle, they realized that despite their talent being no less than Huo Wushuang's, their Soul Power level was actually lower. They all reflected on their past laziness and vowed to catch up in Soul Power as soon as possible.
Feng Xiaotian, however, was already level twenty; once he obtained his Soul Ring, he would become a true Great Soul Master and could enroll in the advanced Soul Master Academy.
...
The next day, at the entrance of Hurricane Valley behind Shenfeng Academy.
"Son, you need to think this through. Hurricane Valley is much more dangerous than outside, and no one has ever safely cultivated inside before level 30," Qin Qiuyue reminded Feng Xiaotian again.
Wanting Feng Xiaotian to give up, Qin Qiuyue added, "I remember ten years ago, a level 29 student tried to go in, but he had an accident less than ten minutes after entering. If a teacher hadn't pulled him back, he would have been swept into the storm of Hurricane Valley."
"Mom, let me go in and try," Feng Xiaotian said. He had long wanted to go into Hurricane Valley.
After returning home last night, Feng Xiaotian discussed it with his parents; he wanted to cultivate in Hurricane Valley and temporarily postpone obtaining a spirit ring.
For the past three years, he had spent nearly a year and a half cultivating outside Hurricane Valley, which had greatly improved his physical strength, speed, and reaction time.
However, the wind outside Hurricane Valley had already reached the limit of his cultivation; to advance further, he needed to enter Hurricane Valley.
He knew that even without obtaining a spirit ring at level 20, he could still cultivate and accumulate spirit power, which would only manifest after he obtained a spirit ring.
His goal was to reach his physical limits and obtain the highest-level soul ring.
However, his parents' intentions were clear: everyone at Shenfeng Academy knew that to enter Hurricane Valley for cultivation, one had to wait until level 30 or higher; entering before level 30 was suicide.
Feng Xiaotian felt that while his physical strength wasn't yet comparable to some level 30 soul masters, his control over the wind was unmatched by any student below level 30 at Shenfeng Academy.
This was his talent—his mutated martial soul, the Three-Headed Devouring Wolf, a top-tier talent that would undoubtedly grant him considerable power.
After discussion, they decided to let Qin Qiuyue take Feng Xiaotian into Hurricane Valley to try it out. They would only feel at ease once Feng Xiaotian was safe.
In three years, Qin Qiuyue had also made progress, now a level 64 Soul Emperor. Two levels in three years was only considered average among Soul Emperors.
The main reason was the numerous academy affairs, which had taken up a lot of her cultivation time; otherwise, she would have improved by more than two levels.
"Just go in and try it. I'll bring you out immediately if there are any problems," Qin Qiuyue said.
Feng Xiaotian nodded and then walked straight towards Hurricane Valley, with Qin Qiuyue following behind him.
The entrance to Hurricane Valley wasn't very large, only about two meters wide. With his first step, Feng Xiaotian felt the wind increase.
This was only on the way to Hurricane Valley; the two-meter-wide path was about five meters long. Beyond these five meters was the actual entrance to Hurricane Valley.
He could withstand the wind as he walked step by step.
After passing the five-meter-wide entrance, Feng Xiaotian faced the real challenge. The interior of Hurricane Valley was much wider, about fifty meters across.
On both sides were mountains about four or five hundred meters high, barren and devoid of any vegetation or spirit beasts.
The wind was strong, but there wasn't much dust, probably because years of wind had washed away the dust and other debris that couldn't withstand the wind.
The wind inside the valley was incredibly loud, a constant howling sound.
Only by speaking close to someone's ear could one hear a whisper.
Upon entering, Feng Xiaotian immediately felt as if he were about to be blown away, his body tilting precariously.
He had to immediately release his Martial Soul, and only with the support of his Soul Power did he stabilize himself.
He saw several other cultivators doing the same, releasing their Martial Souls to resist the wind, but some could cultivate without releasing their Martial Souls.
There were only two such people,
and he recognized them both; both were over twenty years old, with Soul Power exceeding level forty, and were said to be participating in the Advanced Soul Master Competition in two months.
The Advanced Soul Master Competition was held every five years, and he was nine years old this year, the year the competition was being held.
Generally speaking, as long as one cultivated to level forty, one could cultivate in Hurricane Valley without releasing their Martial Soul, while those above level thirty required releasing their Martial Soul to withstand the wind.
To cultivate safely inside, one had to maintain a firm stance.
The entire Hurricane Valley was only a kilometer long, with a massive storm at its deepest point; in the academy's history, no one had ever been within fifty meters of the storm.
A titled Douluo with wind attributes had previously explored the area, stopping fifty meters from the storm's center. He sensed the storm's power and feared his body couldn't withstand it, so he retreated, not daring to risk it.
The people before him were cultivating within fifty meters of the Hurricane Valley, as the wind force doubled every fifty meters.
Even Soul Masters above level forty dared not easily attempt to cross the next fifty-meter mark.
Feng Xiaotian had already thoroughly researched the Hurricane Valley.
Releasing his Martial Soul, Feng Xiaotian began to walk inside.
Qin Qiuyue hadn't expected her son to be able to stand firm here after releasing his Martial Soul; this was something only Soul Venerables above level thirty could do.
Continuing forward, Feng Xiaotian embraced the greatest challenge he had ever faced.
After taking less than ten steps, the wind suddenly intensified, just as the saying goes, "The weather is unpredictable."
Qin Qiuyue frowned; the wind here was strange, increasing so suddenly and still rising.
"Everyone, evacuate Hurricane Valley immediately!" Qin Qiuyue shouted, using her soul power to amplify her voice so the other students cultivating inside could hear.
Those students also noticed something was wrong and immediately retreated.
In that instant, a whirlwind suddenly appeared beside Feng Xiaotian, sweeping him away.
Qin Qiuyue tried to reach out and grab Feng Xiaotian, but the wind was too fast; in the blink of an eye, Feng Xiaotian was blown away.
"Am I doomed?" Feng Xiaotian panicked.
He could withstand the wind in Hurricane Valley, but who knew such a strange whirlwind would suddenly appear, leaving him no time to resist before being lifted up.
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1.8times+Chapter 24 Nine-Branched Mystic Wind Grass Chapter 24 Nine-Branched Mystic Wind Grass
Feng Xiaotian tried his best to struggle free from the whirlwind, but to no avail.
No matter how he resisted, he remained trapped within its embrace.
Just as the whirlwind blew Feng Xiaotian into the air, the wind on the ground returned to normal, even decreasing in force and speed.
It was as if the whirlwind had concentrated all its power, swirling Feng Xiaotian up.
Qin Qiuyue immediately released her martial soul and used her soul skill, forming two azure wings behind her as she flew into the air, trying to pull Feng Xiaotian out.
However, the whirlwind was strange, repelling Qin Qiuyue. Even though she was a level 64 Soul Emperor, the closer she got to the whirlwind, the more difficult it became.
"Xiaotian, don't be afraid, Mommy's coming to save you!" Qin Qiuyue cried anxiously.
She exerted all her strength, and just as she was about to reach him, a powerful gust of wind from the whirlwind repelled her again.
The strange wind was extremely eerie. Qin Qiuyue was frantic, even somewhat desperate, having tried many times only to be repelled by the whirlwind.
The whirlwind carried Feng Xiaotian higher and higher, ascending continuously.
At approximately four hundred meters, the whirlwind stopped rising and hovered in the air.
After about ten breaths, the whirlwind seemed to have found a new target, actually carrying Feng Xiaotian towards a rock on the mountainside.
The whirlwind's power was so strong; if it crashed directly into that huge rock, he would be crippled, if not killed.
This was the first time Feng Xiaotian felt his own insignificance; a strange wind of unknown origin could make him so helpless.
He had no power to resist, simply allowing himself to be slaughtered, his soul skills on his fist blades useless.
"Xiaotian, be careful!" Qin Qiuyue, still unable to get close, could only shout from dozens of meters away, while wondering what had happened in Hurricane Valley that was targeting her son like this.
Could it be due to his age? Nine-year-old Feng Xiaotian was the youngest soul master in history to enter Hurricane Valley; the previous youngest was thirteen.
Or was it because his soul power was level twenty? This phenomenon was the first of its kind to appear in Hurricane Valley. Qin Qiuyue kept guessing at the reason while also keeping an eye on Feng Xiaotian's movements.
Seeing that they were about to crash into the rocks, she was helpless.
In that instant, the whirlwind suddenly changed direction again, flying upwards a few meters until it stopped directly above the rock.
This strange whirlwind actually placed Feng Xiaotian on the rock, creating a one-meter-wide platform, before quickly dissipating.
Feng Xiaotian felt the ordinary hurricane blowing again. He released his martial spirit once more to resist the strong wind; it had been incredibly dangerous.
The strange whirlwind had simply vanished?
"Huh? What's this?"
Right beneath Feng Xiaotian's feet, in a crevice in the rock, a very strange plant was growing.
It seemed no one had ever discovered plants in Hurricane Valley before.
Nine lush green branches were spread out on it, remaining perfectly still despite the wind, seemingly unaffected by the force of the wind.
"Isn't this the Nine-Branched Mystic Wind Grass he recorded in the Immortal Item Manual? Is this an Immortal Item herb?"
Feng Xiaotian suppressed his excitement and reached out to pull out the Immortal Item herb, but no matter how hard he tried, the Nine-Branched Mystic Wind Grass remained firmly rooted there.
For an Immortal Item to grow in such an environment was truly extraordinary; even using thirty percent of his strength, he couldn't pull it out.
This time, Feng Xiaotian used his soul power to try and pull out the immortal herb again.
"Get up!" Feng Xiaotian roared.
This time, it seemed fate was playing a joke on him; he pulled it out without much effort.
In that instant, Feng Xiaotian overexerted himself, causing him to lose his balance, and the strong wind blew him up again.
Fortunately, Qin Qiuyue flew over and caught him.
At the same time, Feng Xiaotian put the nine branches of the Mysterious Wind Grass into his treasure bag.
"It's alright, Xiaotian, let's leave Hurricane Valley now," Qin Qiuyue said softly, holding Feng Xiaotian.
This was truly dangerous. Thankfully, the strange whirlwind disappeared in time; if Feng Xiaotian had been taken deeper into Hurricane Valley, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Qin Qiuyue flew directly out of Hurricane Valley. She couldn't let Feng Xiaotian stay there; if something else went wrong, she wouldn't be able to protect him.
Hurricane Valley was truly mysterious, and there weren't many records of it in the history of their Divine Wind Academy.
Many who ventured deeper never returned. Generally, most students and teachers wouldn't venture beyond a hundred meters of Hurricane Valley. Even Feng Qingyuan, a Soul Saint, would only move within a hundred and fifty meters at most.
"What was that strange whirlwind just now?" Feng Xiaotian asked curiously. His first visit had been fraught with trouble; he didn't know if it was good or bad luck.
Judging from the outcome, it was good luck; he obtained a celestial herb, one he could consume.
"I don't know either, but whirlwinds can occur in Hurricane Valley, but the chances of encountering one are very small, practically nonexistent. Whirlwinds usually have warning signs, and even if someone notices them, they can easily dodge them. Even powerful whirlwinds don't usually pose a significant danger," Qin Qiuyue explained.
"In the last twenty years, there haven't been any fatal accidents in Hurricane Valley. I don't know the cause of this strange whirlwind either. You were lucky the whirlwind stopped in time. Go back and ask your father if he knows anything about it," Qin Qiuyue said.
The two didn't linger and quickly went to Feng Qingyuan's dean's office.
After recounting what had happened, Feng Qingyuan was still completely bewildered.
"I've never encountered anything like this before, nor have I heard of anyone mentioning it. I'll go back and ask the older generation at the academy these next couple of days; perhaps they know something," Feng Qingyuan pondered.
His gaze returned to Feng Xiaotian, and Feng Qingyuan spoke first: "Xiaotian, starting today, you are not allowed to go to Hurricane Valley, at least not until you reach level 30, understand?"
Today had been far too dangerous; it had almost cost Feng Xiaotian his life. For safety reasons, Feng Xiaotian was forbidden from going to Hurricane Valley.
Feng Qingyuan's words meant there was no way for him to go. To reach Hurricane Valley, one had to cross the rope ladder, which was guarded by academy teachers. With just a word from Feng Qingyuan, he could prevent him from going.
Feng Xiaotian was also somewhat frightened. Not going to Hurricane Valley for the time being wasn't a big deal; at least he had obtained some high-grade medicinal herbs.
Qin Qiuyue wanted to go to the library to look up information about Hurricane Valley so that Feng Xiaotian could obediently return home.
Silently returning alone, Feng Xiaotian eagerly took out the Nine-Branched Mystic Wind Grass from his treasure pouch. If it weren't for this celestial herb, he would have gone to the library anyway; the allure of celestial herbs was simply too great.
The entire Nine-Branched Mystic Wind Grass felt very light in his hand, emanating a rich aura of wind element. This was an excellent celestial medicine for wind elemental soul masters.
The Celestial Herb Record detailed seven kinds of celestial medicinal herbs, and this Nine-Branched Mystic Wind Grass was one of them, along with its specific effects and methods of consumption.
Just like the way the characters in the original story consumed celestial herbs, it was simply eaten. He wondered to what extent it would enhance him after consuming it.
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1.8times+Chapter 25 The Effects of Immortal Items Chapter 25 The Effects of the Immortal Herb
Feng Xiaotian picked up the Nine-Branched Wind Grass without hesitation and swallowed it in a few bites.
The taste wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either, refreshing with a hint of bitterness.
After about a minute, it seemed there were no effects, and Feng Xiaotian's body didn't change.
"Could I have eaten a fake immortal herb?" Feng Xiaotian joked.
Just as he was questioning this, a strange energy erupted within him, spreading to his limbs and even his entire body.
Feng Xiaotian sat cross-legged and immediately entered a meditative state.
It was his first time consuming an immortal herb, and although he didn't know how to use it, meditating was the best option for him.
Soon, the wind element attribute of the Nine-Branched Wind Grass filled Feng Xiaotian's body, emitting a faint blue light.
This immortal herb had three main effects.
First, it increased his affinity for the wind element and the quality of the wind element within his body.
Second, it enhanced the resilience and strength inherent in the Nine-Branched Wind Grass.
Feng Xiaotian used considerable force to pull it out. It grew in an environment of strong winds and high wind speeds, making it extremely resilient.
Therefore, it could enhance a person's physical strength and tenacity.
Finally, it enhanced soul power. The first two enhancements were the best, while the effect on soul power was the least.
The Immortal Grade Secret Record stated that the Nine-Branched Mystic Wind Grass was most important in the first two aspects; its effect on soul power enhancement was relatively low among all Immortal Grade herbs. In
terms of overall effect, the Nine-Branched Mystic Wind Grass was among the top-grade Immortal Grade herbs.
The energy of the Nine-Branched Mystic Wind Grass initially felt warm, then exploded the moment it filled his body.
Every part felt as if it were about to explode; the energy was too intense.
"Can't it be done slowly?" Feng Xiaotian endured the excruciating pain.
At this moment, he desperately wanted to lose the feeling of pain. His entire body felt like it was being torn apart by millions of ants, as if his flesh was being reconstructed, as if it were being cut by knives, as if it were being sliced by the wind.
Tearing, pulling, even the bones, tendons in his hands and feet were being torn apart.
His blood seemed to be boiling; this was a comprehensive transformation of his body.
Feng Xiaotian gritted his teeth. Forget about meditation; no one could endure such pain.
All he could do now was bear it, and it would pass.
Reading the original novel and watching the anime seemed to be a simple matter, but he was suffering this torment.
This was blatant deception! Immortal herbs were definitely not as simple as they appeared.
Only by experiencing it firsthand could one understand the pain involved.
The pain had made it impossible for Feng Xiaotian to maintain his seated position; his body was curled up on the ground.
He would stretch out, turn to the side, or lie prone, switching to whichever position was most comfortable.
Time slowly passed, but Feng Xiaotian felt as if it had lasted longer than the nine years he had spent in this world.
An hour later, the energy of the Nine-Branched Mystic Wind Grass began to gradually decrease, and the pain began to lessen.
Feng Xiaotian sat up again and entered a meditative state.
The most difficult time was over; now it was time for the final moment of absorbing the immortal herbs.
Slowly, drops of black filth flowed from Feng Xiaotian's body.
The pale blue light surrounding him began to fade.
The energy of the Nine-Branched Mystic Wind Grass had completely dissipated.
"Finally, I made it through," Feng Xiaotian sighed, opening his eyes. He had almost given up.
He also noticed the filth in his body and a foul stench.
Was this a cleansing and marrow-refining process?
Feng Xiaotian immediately stripped off his clothes and rushed into the bathroom to take a shower.
After washing and changing into clean clothes, Feng Xiaotian began to examine the changes in his body.
His soul power remained at level twenty. Before absorbing a soul ring, no matter how much he cultivated or how many immortal herbs he consumed, he would never reach level twenty-one.
His entire body seemed to have been transformed, his skin as white and smooth as jade, giving the impression of being fragile. But if you thought that, you would be sorely mistaken.
Beneath this appearance, the strength and resilience of his skin and body had increased by at least two times. The Nine-Branched Mystic Wind Grass had truly given him a complete transformation.
With this level of physical strength, Feng Xiaotian guessed that he could absorb at least a soul ring that was over a thousand years old.
If one consumes this immortal herb that enhances physical strength but still can't control a thousand-year-old soul ring, then it would truly be a waste of this divine herb.
Then, Feng Xiaotian sensed the changes in his soul power. His soul power had become purer because it was wind-attribute, and the immortal herb altered its wind attribute, thus changing his soul power accordingly.
Feng Xiaotian felt that if he used his first soul skill now, the power of his wind blade would definitely increase by more than 50%, and that was a conservative estimate.
During his final meditation, he also clearly felt that his meditation cultivation speed had increased by at least 20%.
Don't underestimate this 20%; accumulated over the years, it would be a terrifying number.
He already possessed exceptional talent, and under the influence of the immortal herb, he had reached an even higher level.
Having experienced the benefits of the immortal herb, Feng Xiaotian was even more eager to see what lay within the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well in Sunset Forest. No wonder the Shrek Seven Devils achieved such remarkable success later on; the immortal herb likely contributed more than half the credit.
His current physical constitution had definitely reached the limit for his age, and now he could discuss hunting soul beasts and absorbing soul rings with his parents.
He cleaned up the mess in the house, and all the old clothes were ruined, but there was still a stench in the room.
He opened the window to air it out.
At noon, Qin Qiuyue was the first to return home.
"Xiaotian? What's wrong with you?"
She noticed that Feng Xiaotian was different; he seemed to have grown taller overnight, and his skin was even better than a woman's.
His entire demeanor had changed, as if he were a completely different person.
Was this her son?
Qin Qiuyue asked doubtfully. As a mother, no one knew her son better than her, and the change in Feng Xiaotian was truly drastic.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that?" Feng Xiaotian said calmly.
"Xiaotian, what happened this morning when you came home?" Qin Qiuyue asked.
He had already consumed the Nine-Branched Profound Wind Grass.
Feng Xiaotian also frankly admitted that he had eaten a celestial-grade herb; otherwise, it would be difficult to explain the huge changes in his body.
He also told Qin Qiuyue that he had been reading a celestial-grade secret manual, which was located on the top shelf of the sixth row, seventh bookcase in the Divine Wind Academy library, hidden by other books.
It wouldn't hurt to tell his parents this information.
Qin Qiuyue was also a Soul Master, but he had never heard of the existence of immortal-grade medicinal herbs.
Fortunately, Feng Qingyuan mentioned them to him after his return.
"Son, I actually saw that book at Old Zhao's place many years ago. Back then, I was still a student at Shenfeng Academy. The immortal-grade herb you're eating wouldn't happen to be the Nine-Branched Profound Wind Grass, would it?" Feng Qingyuan said with a smile.
He had been searching for these things for nearly thirty years without any news, yet his son obtained them so easily after just one trip to Hurricane Valley.
"So Dad knew about it too, that's great! The Nine-Branched Profound Wind Grass I'm eating is exactly what you mentioned," Feng Xiaotian said happily, no longer needing to explain.
"That Old Zhao, he has ulterior motives, actually letting you see this too. You also read the last page of that book, right?" Feng Qingyuan asked.
"Yes," Feng Xiaotian answered truthfully.
"Then remember, before you reach the strength of a Title Douluo, never go to that place. That Soul Beast is definitely a 100,000-year-old Soul Beast; those below the Title Douluo level have little chance of survival there," Feng Qingyuan warned.
Feng Xiaotian knew that Feng Qingyuan was probably worried that he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of the immortal herbs and risk going to find those murals.
He was already very satisfied with obtaining this immortal herb and immediately agreed, "Don't worry, Dad, I will definitely not go before I have absolute strength."
"I just didn't expect that Hurricane Valley would have immortal herbs. I'll go and take a look when the time comes. This Nine-Branched Profound Heaven Grass is the best immortal herb for us wind-type soul masters. But before that, Xiaotian, you should also need a soul ring," Feng Qingyuan said in a low voice.
"Let's set off tomorrow," Feng Qingyuan said.
"No problem. Where are we going this time? The Soul Hunting Forest?" Feng Xiaotian asked.
"No, we're going to Sunset Forest. With your current physical strength, you should be able to absorb a soul ring of more than a thousand years. The Soul Hunting Forest might not be easy to find," Feng Qingyuan replied.
"Xiaotian, don't look at your dad's usual carefree attitude. In terms of martial soul research, he is among the top three in our Divine Wind Academy. He even gives lectures at the academy occasionally. Your dad's biggest flaw is that he is a bit conservative. It's really surprising that he said he could let you absorb a soul ring of a thousand years," Qin Qiuyue said, patting Feng Xiaotian's head.
Now she had to raise her arm high to touch her son's head, only then realizing how much he had grown.
Feng Qingyuan was a little embarrassed, laughing and saying, "This is nothing, I'm far from it! After all, my son ate the Nine Branches of Xuanfeng Grass, a celestial-grade herb, and I know its effects."
Feng Xiaotian got to know his father, Feng Qingyuan, once again—a forty-nine-year-old, seventy-five-level Soul Saint, the vice-principal of Shenfeng Academy, and an extremely outstanding person who also had some research on martial souls. He suddenly felt that having such parents in his life was enough.
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