Tianshan Blood Pool, Opened Once Every Three Years

"Hmm..."

"Using the strength of a Dou Wang to suppress a Dou Zong..."

"This kid is quite interesting..."

Aboard the Spatial Spaceship carrying Feng Qing Er, Lu Yuan, and quite a few Wind and Thunder Pavilion disciples to the Heavenly Eye Mountain Range for the battle over the Tianshan Blood Pool, a Dou Zun responsible for guarding the vessel sat in one of its cabins, tapping thoughtfully on the table. The uneven rhythm seemed to strike directly against the heart of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion Dou Zong who had just finished reporting the entire incident, and a damp chill unconsciously formed on his forehead.

"Still, it makes sense."

"After all, he is Xuan Yi's Close Disciple."

"Not all Dou Zuns are alike."

It would be a lie to say he was not envious. But trying to seize that opportunity by force was nothing more than an unrealistic fantasy.

Besides, some opportunities depended on the person.

He did not possess metal-attributed Dou Qi.

Nor did he possess dark-attributed Dou Qi.

So, never mind whether he could learn the Dou Technique and Secret Technique Li Feiyu had displayed in this incident—even the qualifications to learn them eluded him. His Dou Qi attribute was unsuitable. Even if he learned them, what use would they be?

Furthermore, no Secret Technique was something a cultivator could casually master. Even if his Dou Qi had been metal-attributed, he might not have been able to learn the Secret Techniques Li Feiyu could learn. Likewise, Li Feiyu might not necessarily have been able to learn the Secret Techniques he could. There was no contradiction in that.

Therefore, there was no need to offend Li Feiyu over such an unrewarding matter, much less forge a deadly enmity with him over such so-called benefits. Before he was certain he