"Swift Advance: Gale-Chasing Left Leg? Isn't that the reward from the Spirit Hall Elite Tournament? How is it in your hands?"
Feng Qingcang stared wide-eyed at the spirit bone before him, his voice filled with disbelief.
Feng Xiaotian didn't hide anything and directly replied, "I traded a spirit bone with Shui Wuhen for it. There's also another ten-thousand-year spirit bone. I don't need them anymore, so I'm giving them to you, Dean."
As he spoke, Feng Xiaotian waved his hand, and two glowing spirit bones immediately flew into Feng Qingcang's hands.
"You don't need them? These are ten-thousand-year spirit bones, especially this Swift Advance: Gale-Chasing Left Leg—it's top-tier even among ten-thousand-year spirit bones."
Feng Qingcang took the spirit bones and frowned.
The spirit bones provided by Spirit Hall were not of poor quality. The owner of that right leg spirit bone was probably around thirty thousand years old, far surpassing ordinary ten-thousand-year spirit bones.
Feng Xiaotian smiled faintly. "Just a spirit bone of around thirty thousand years. I, Feng Xiaotian, deserve something better."
If it were before obtaining the Wind God's inheritance, Feng Xiaotian might have chosen to absorb the Swift Advance: Gale-Chasing Left Leg.
After all, for ordinary soul masters, a ten-thousand-year spirit bone—even the most common one—was a top-tier treasure. Who had the luxury to be picky?
But after obtaining the Wind God's inheritance, Feng Xiaotian no longer cared for ordinary ten-thousand-year spirit bones.
Spirit bones were easy to absorb, but removing them afterward was extremely difficult—almost impossible.
Feng Qingcang's cloudy eyes stared deeply at Feng Xiaotian. Seeing his firm attitude and that he wasn't joking, he finally gave up the idea of returning them.
"Alright, I'll accept these two spirit bones. If you need anything in the future, just tell me!"
Feng Qingcang solemnly stored the spirit bones in his storage soul tool. To him, these were not just two ten-thousand-year spirit bones—they were his hope of breaking through to Title Douluo.
Originally, having only broken through to Soul Douluo at the age of fifty, his chances of reaching Title Douluo in this lifetime were nearly zero.
After all, most Title Douluo broke through in their fifties or sixties. Once past that age, the probability of breaking through dropped sharply.
But with these two ten-thousand-year spirit bones, things were different. With their assistance, along with the Hurricane Canyon—a top-tier natural secret realm for wind-attribute soul masters—he now truly had a chance to reach Title Douluo.
"Haha, I will! I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first!"
Feng Xiaotian laughed loudly. A pair of cyan wings appeared behind him as he soared into the sky, turning into a streak of green light and quickly leaving Godwind Academy.
Meanwhile, Feng Qingcang stared at Feng Xiaotian's departing figure, his mouth agape in shock.
Only after a long while did he recover, exclaiming in disbelief, "Just what kind of opportunity did that kid encounter in Hurricane Canyon? His strength has increased to such a terrifying level!"
Judging from Feng Xiaotian's speed just now, he might have already surpassed him.
On the other side, Feng Xiaotian streaked across the sky like a meteor, thinking to himself, "Wait… which direction is Tianshui Academy again?"
That's right—his destination was Tianshui City.
And his reason for going there was simple: the Wind God's divine trial.
[Wind God Divine Trial, Fourth Test: Defeat a top-tier genius.]
In Feng Xiaotian's view, aside from himself, there was no one more talented in this world than Shui Wuhen.
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Spirit City, the backyard of the Worship Hall.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Qian Renxue swung the longsword in her hand rapidly, releasing streaks of golden sword light toward Porcupine Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo, who were constantly moving in the arena.
The golden sword light was incredibly sharp, almost instantly forcing the two Douluo back and even drawing traces of blood. Yet Qian Renxue's brows furrowed slightly.
"Something's wrong. Why can't it fully stack? This isn't like his situation."
She tightened her grip on the sword, producing a creaking sound.
At this moment, Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupine Douluo exchanged glances, slightly puzzled.
What's gotten into this little ancestor now?
Suddenly, Qian Renxue turned to them and said, "Elders, I have something to trouble you with."
"Please speak, Young Mistress!"
Hearing her words, the two immediately bowed.
Although they were Title Douluo, their potential had already been exhausted. Meanwhile, Qian Renxue was only in her early twenties yet already an 83rd-level Soul Douluo, with a high chance of reaching Title Douluo within three years—completely on a different level.
Not to mention, she was the granddaughter of Qian Daoliu and the daughter of Bibi Dong—her status was noble.
Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed slightly as she said, "Please inform my grandfather and the others that I've encountered a bottleneck and plan to travel alone across the continent for training."
"This…"
The two exchanged glances again, momentarily speechless.
Letting Qian Renxue go alone—if anything happened, they couldn't bear the responsibility.
"Alright, it's decided."
Before they could object, Qian Renxue's figure flashed and disappeared instantly.
Seeing this, Porcupine Douluo looked somewhat dazed and turned to Snake Lance Douluo. "What should we do?"
Snake Lance Douluo shrugged indifferently. "What else can we do? Just report it truthfully to the worship elders. You don't seriously think the Grand Worship will let the Young Mistress train alone without protection, do you?"
"Oh, right. You're smart."
With that reminder, Porcupine Douluo came to his senses, and the two quickly headed toward the Worship Hall.
Meanwhile, after leaving Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue immediately flew toward Tianshui City.
In the past year and a half, under the guidance of the worship elders, not only had her soul power risen to level 83, but she had also obtained a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring.
If she went all out now, even the combined strength of Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupine Douluo might not be enough to defeat her. Her improvement in strength was immense.
As she flew, her gaze flickered, and she murmured, "Shui Wuhen… it's been over a year. I wonder if you still have the strength to defeat me."
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Slaughter City.
Inside the conical Hell Slaughter Arena, two figures slowly walked in.
One wore an ice-blue robe, long hair tied behind his back, his handsome face expressionless, exuding a cold, transcendent aura.
The other wore a white dress, her delicate face carrying a gentle smile, completely out of place in the bloody slaughter arena.
These two were Shui Wuhen and Shui Bing'er, who had just finished their training. Their levels had both reached their current limits—level 90 and level 70 respectively.
The moment they entered the Hell Slaughter Arena, everyone in the stands shrank their pupils, and the atmosphere instantly became strange.
Ignoring it, Shui Wuhen and Shui Bing'er walked to the railing and began watching the battle below.
Seeing the beast-like slaughter, Shui Wuhen frowned. "Nine people die in a single match. With the chaos outside as well, just how many people does Slaughter City have to sustain such losses?"
The probability of becoming a soul master was less than one percent, and even fewer could reach higher levels. Yet these fallen ones were not only mostly soul masters, but also of relatively high levels.
Could Douluo Continent really supply so many fallen ones?
"Actually, it's more than nine."
Shui Bing'er suddenly spoke, "Nine deaths is just the ideal scenario. In many cases, even the winner dies due to severe injuries or being hunted outside."
"As for the number of people in Slaughter City, I'm also puzzled. I've killed nearly a thousand myself, yet it doesn't seem like their numbers have decreased at all—as if they're endless."
She frowned, clearly unable to explain.
"That's because there are many ways for fallen ones to be created."
At this moment, a girl in black stepped out from the crowd and walked toward them.
She held a dagger gleaming with cold light, her beautiful eyes filled with a bewitching charm. Her figure was nearly perfect, and her cold aura made her stand out from the women of Slaughter City.
Hu Liena walked up beside Shui Wuhen, a faint smile on her face. "The number of fallen ones is far greater than you imagine. For normal soul masters, without innate soul power, the chance of becoming one is nearly zero unless they encounter a great opportunity.
But fallen ones are different. Their cultivation materials come from humans. As long as their martial spirit is suitable, even ordinary people can become soul masters through certain bloody and evil rituals.
That's why, even though Spirit Hall suppresses them with all its strength, fallen ones still continue to emerge endlessly."
"No way to prevent it?" Shui Wuhen glanced at her.
Hu Liena shook her head. "We can only suppress them. Fallen ones, like soul masters, come from humans—they can't be eradicated. Spirit Hall can only drive them into Slaughter City to kill each other."
At this moment, seeing Hu Liena getting closer and closer, Shui Bing'er quickly stepped between her and Shui Wuhen, separating them.
Then she smiled at Hu Liena. "Then why not isolate those with tendencies toward becoming fallen ones? With Spirit Hall's strength, that should be possible, right?"
Hu Liena couldn't help but feel speechless. Are these two really siblings?
Still, she answered with a slight sigh, "If we consider tendencies, the scope would be far too large. Whether someone becomes a fallen one is often just a matter of a single thought. Even martial spirits that seem sinister are mostly normal, and even normal soul masters can fall if they can't resist temptation.
Besides, not everyone in Slaughter City is a fallen one. Some are forced to come here to escape enemies.
It's just that the environment here is too oppressive—most people eventually go mad."
As she spoke, Hu Liena's eyes flickered. She actually knew the reason—the Bloody Mary everyone drank in Slaughter City.
If not for Tang San's reminder, her own mind might not be normal either.
"That's because of Bloody Mary. It contains mental toxins. The more you drink, the more chaotic your mind becomes. Combined with the oppressive environment, it's no surprise people go mad."
Shui Wuhen said calmly.
"Bloody Mary is poisonous?"
Shui Bing'er was surprised. She had only taken a sip before stopping because it tasted bad.
Shui Wuhen nodded. "Yes. Luckily, you didn't drink it, Bing'er. Otherwise, it would've been troublesome to deal with."
Hearing this, Hu Liena was shaken. Shui Wuhen actually knew about the problem with Bloody Mary—something even Spirit Hall didn't know.
At this moment, the battle below ended, and a new group of ten entered the arena.
Suddenly, cheers erupted from the crowd. Hu Liena looked down and her eyes lit up.
Among the ten participants was someone she recognized—and the one she secretly admired.
Shui Wuhen also glanced down and let out a soft exclamation. "Tang San? He's here too."
"What? Tang San!?"
Hu Liena suddenly turned her head, staring at Shui Wuhen.
"Didn't you notice? The one in blue—that's Tang San."
Shui Wuhen looked at her with a strange expression. Though he focused on cultivation, it didn't mean he lacked information.
Tang San was Tang Hao's son, and Tang Hao had a blood feud with Spirit Hall. The former Pope Qian Xunji had died because of Tang Hao—an irreconcilable hatred.
And for Tang Hao's family, they wished for Spirit Hall's destruction, since it had forced the once greatest sect, Clear Sky Sect, into seclusion.
During the Elite Tournament, Spirit Hall had also captured Xiao Wu, a transformed spirit beast—Tang San's lover.
Although Shui Wuhen didn't think killing a transformed spirit beast was wrong, in this seemingly romance-driven world, this enmity had grown massive.
Hearing this, Hu Liena subconsciously shook her head, disbelief in her voice. "Impossible. Tang San and Tang Yin are completely different in appearance and temperament. How could they be the same person?"
Even now, she couldn't accept that she had fallen for an enemy of Spirit Hall.
Although she knew Tang Yin was from Clear Sky Sect, that was completely different from Tang San being Tang Hao's son.
A disciple of Clear Sky Sect was only a moderate grudge, and by their generation it had already weakened. If both sides were determined enough to abandon their identities, it might still be possible to be together.
But Tang San was different. His father was the one who caused Qian Xunji's death. And Qian Daoliu was her teacher Bibi Dong's teacher. Choosing Tang San would mean abandoning Bibi Dong, who was like a mother to her.
That was something she could never accept.