The border zone between the Heavenly Soul and Sun Moon Empires, at the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School's campsite.
In a luxurious Soul Tool carriage at the very center of the convoy, an extremely handsome middle-aged man looked up from his desk, watching a sturdy old man quietly drinking tea beside him with a refined and helpless smile.
"Elder Wu, are Xiao Tian and Xiao Feng looking for that child again?"
Hearing the man's question, Elder Wu gently blew on the hot tea in his hand and said.
"Mm, they've been watching for over a month now. Don't those two girls ever get tired of it?"
"As soon as that kid starts practicing his boxing and swordplay, they run over to watch, clapping and cheering from time to time."
Elder Wu clicked his tongue after finishing, then raised his teacup and took a sip.
To this, the refined middle-aged man also chuckled.
"That child is indeed quite good. Over this month of observation, his daily cultivation has never slackened, even when it rains."
"He never complains of fatigue while practicing his techniques and tempering his body. Moreover, he has a handsome face and handles himself well."
"A child like that—forget Xiao Tian and Xiao Feng—even I like him."
"Though, it might also be because this journey is just too boring, and only that child can tell them stories."
Elder Wu completely agreed with the middle-aged man's point.
"Indeed. What's even rarer is that this child's talent is also exceptional. With such talent combined with such hard work, in a few years, the Peak experts of the continent might just have one more person among them."
"However, Qingyun, should we use the Sect's power to investigate this child's background? To reach Rank 15 Spirit Master at the age of six or seven, he's likely born with Innate Full spirit power."
"Such a Disciple would be an absolute prodigy in any Sect or Family, a future pillar of heaven."
"Yet he joined the Chamber of Commerce convoy without a single adult present. This child couldn't have run away from home, could he?"
It was no wonder Elder Wu thought this way. Although Fu Yu's physique had been tempered by his spirit ring and was no longer inferior to the youths of the Douluo Continent.
But a Titled Douluo doesn't just look with their eyes; they have many methods like aura perception and mental force detection.
While not as precise as directly checking bone age, it wasn't far off.
As for guessing Fu Yu came from some Sect or Family, it wasn't without reason.
His manner of speech, the wealth he unintentionally showed, and his systematic boxing and sword techniques all indicated he wasn't of commoner origin.
But if something were to happen to a child like this in the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School's Chamber of Commerce convoy, the trouble would be immense.
So Elder Wu couldn't help but ask Ning Qingyun with some concern.
Elder Wu's question also made Ning Qingyun fall into thought; indeed, they couldn't be careless.
The current status of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School on the continent was no longer what it was ten thousand years ago. Forces that could rival or even surpass them were everywhere.
Not to mention the top-tier Shrek Academy and the Body Sect in the three empires, even forces like the Xuanming Sect of the Dou Ling Empire had already caught up.
And there were even more like the Earth Dragon Sect.
"Elder Wu, your concern isn't without reason. However, who's to say that child doesn't have an adult present? Perhaps they're just hidden in the shadows."
Ning Qingyun's somewhat teasing words made Elder Wu laugh out loud, saying with a bit of pride.
"Haha, although my talent was indeed not the highest among my generation, only reaching Rank 93 at my age."
"But that's still a Titled Douluo. To hide in the shadows without me noticing, unless that person is a Super Douluo of Rank 95 or above..."
Elder Wu's voice suddenly paused, and he looked at Ning Qingyun with some uncertainty.
"Hiss, could there really be a Super Douluo guarding that child?"
This time it was Ning Qingyun's turn to smile, his eyes full of amusement as he looked at Elder Wu.
"Elder Wu, I was just saying that. Why did you take it seriously? Besides, trouble only arises if we fail to protect the child."
"And this route from Heavenly Soul to Sun Moon, the Chamber of Commerce convoy has traveled it countless times. What risks could there be?"
"Besides, aren't you and I also in this convoy?"
Hearing this, Elder Wu scratched his graying beard and said thoughtfully.
"Now that you mention it, Qingyun, indeed. Regardless of how great this child's background is, we just need to deliver him safely to Ming City."
Ning Qingyun nodded with a smile, agreeing with Elder Wu's statement.
"Sigh, we've talked about that child for so long, why don't we invite him for a meal?"
"He's been looking after the children for us for so long, it would be inappropriate not to show some appreciation."
"True. Without that girl Xiao Feng around, my ears have been much quieter. I really should thank him. I'll send someone to notify him now."
Elder Wu strongly agreed with this proposal. Immediately, his lips moved slightly, and a spirit power transmission was sent out.
On an open space next to the merchant group, Fu Yu was holding an iron sword, focusing intently on practicing the Twenty-One Styles of Taixu Sword Form.
Although his speed in practicing martial arts was extremely fast due to the hypermnesia caused by Garuda and Fenghuang Down, combined with the control over his body from the Still Water Sword Heart.
But memory is just memory; practicing martial arts is like rowing upstream—if you don't advance, you retreat.
It's useless just to remember it in your head; you must practice persistently so the body also has memory.
And even if the body remembers, daily cultivation still cannot be relaxed.
As the saying goes: a day's practice brings a day's progress; a day skipped sets you back ten.
"Opening Sword Style, Instant Dust!"
As Fu Yu's gaze sharpened, the iron sword in his hand thrust straight forward. The short, explosive Cunjin made the blade like a powerful bow or crossbow, tearing through the air and producing a piercing sword whistle.
Though the blade stopped, the shot-out Sword Qi left a two to three-meter-long sword mark on the ground.
"Wow, Brother Xiao Yu is so amazing!"
Not far from where Fu Yu was practicing his swordplay, two little girls about three or four years old stood by, watching Fu Yu without blinking.
One wore a long white dress, with platinum-blonde short hair, golden eyes, and skin as white as snow, looking like an exquisite doll that made one instinctively feel protective.
Beside her, the other girl also had snow-white skin, but her neat ponytail and her fiery red eyes gave her a heroic air.
Hearing Ning Tian's undisguised praise for Fu Yu, the red-haired girl, Wu Feng, showed a hint of defiance in her red pupils.
However, the small hands in front of her chest didn't match the expression on her face; along with Ning Tian's applause, she also began to clap instinctively.
When Fu Yu finished the practice of the last style, Ning Tian and Wu Feng immediately ran over with things in their hands, their short legs moving quickly.
Little stars twinkled in Ning Tian's golden eyes as she held out a clean towel to Fu Yu.
"Brother Xiao Yu, for you!"
Fu Yu smiled and took the towel from Ning Tian, responding to the little girl's expectation.
"Thank you for the towel, Little Tian."
Then Fu Yu looked at Wu Feng, who was slightly raising her snow-white chin, and also took the clean water from her hand.
"And thank you for the water, Little Feng!"
Wu Feng's pink lips couldn't help but curl up, but on the surface, she still maintained a tsundere expression.
"You're welcome."