Hurricane Torso Bone

After being stunned for a moment, Feng Yan was the first to recover. He sighed. "Tailwind, Tailwind... what an excellent soul skill."

"Indeed. As expected of a Hurricane Bird, it actually produced such a powerful soul skill." Feng Yu clicked his tongue in amazement as well.

Right after that, Feng Yan and Feng Yu asked Mo Hui about what had happened. When they learned that Mo Hui had truly taken care of the Hurricane Beast alone, they were struck by another wave of amazement.

About a quarter of an hour later, Mo Hui returned to his dormitory.

After returning to his dormitory, the first thing Mo Hui did was go into the bathroom and wash the body he had not bathed for over a year. Then he changed into his sleepwear and lay down on the bed.

Compared to the hard stone platform, the soft bed felt exceptionally comfortable to Mo Hui. The nerves he had kept tense for an entire year finally relaxed at that moment.

During the more than year he had spent cultivating in Hurricane Canyon, Mo Hui had rested very little. Basically, he only slept for a few hours every two months when he left the canyon to buy food at the academy. Proper relaxation was almost nonexistent.

Pidgey had it much more comfortably than he did. Since food made by food-system soul masters had a limited storage period, Mo Hui had placed a long-term order with that Wind Bug food-system soul master. Every day, the man delivered freshly made Wind Bugs on time for Pidgey to eat.

Mo Hui soon fell soundly asleep on the bed. Without Mo Hui's Soul Power supply and mental support, Pidgeotto turned into specks of azure light and vanished from the dormitory.

Mo Hui slept for a long time. He did not wake from his dreams until noon the next day.

"Ahh~~"

Mo Hui woke feeling refreshed, the heavy exhaustion he usually felt completely gone. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the clock in the room. "It's already noon the next day? It's been a long time since I rested for this long."

After moving his body a little, Mo Hui's expression became serious. He returned to the bed and took out the soul bone dropped by the Hurricane Bird.

"It's actually a Torso Bone. I thought a wind-attributed soul beast like the Hurricane Bird would have a higher chance of dropping a leg bone."

Because time had been too tight before, Mo Hui had not had the chance to inspect it. After returning, he had immediately gone to rest. Now that he finally saw what type of soul bone he held, a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes.

Among all soul bones, excluding the exceptional External Soul Bones, Torso Bones were the most valuable, followed by Head Soul Bones. Limb Soul Bones ranked last.

Every soul bone was scarce. Even the lowest-grade soul bones could still easily fetch hundreds of thousands or even millions of Gold Soul Coins at auction, with demand far exceeding supply.

Though the soul bone in Mo Hui's hand was not particularly old, at only two thousand years, it was a Torso Bone—the rarest kind of conventional soul bone. Among all soul bones, it was already far from inferior.

"Not bad. Even if I don't absorb it myself, selling it will bring in a considerable sum!" Mo Hui nodded in satisfaction.

Soon after, Mo Hui went to Godwind Academy's Soul Duel Arena, intending to find a place to familiarize himself with the explosive increase in power brought about by Pidgey's evolution.

However, Mo Hui had not trained for long before a group of Godwind Academy students noticed this unfamiliar face.

Seeing Mo Hui's strange face, the other students in the Soul Duel Arena all wore mischievous grins.

A moment later, a rather burly student walked up to Mo Hui and said, "Brother, want to have a soul duel? Training like this is too boring, isn't it?"

"A soul duel?"

Hearing the man's words, Mo Hui paused slightly, then stroked his chin in thought.

It seemed possible. At Soul Power Level thirty-one, he was already considered relatively strong within Godwind Academy. There were not many students with a higher level than him. If he did not fight now, then once his level rose further, there would be few people in Godwind Academy who could be his opponents.

Moreover, compared to training alone, combat was a better way to determine his current strength. After all, practice was the sole criterion for testing truth.

After considering it briefly, Mo Hui nodded at the man before him. "Alright, I accept."

The burly youth immediately curled his lips into a slight smile. Pointing his thumb toward the Soul Duel Arena behind him, he said, "Then let's go."

Mo Hui and the burly youth soon arrived at a dueling area. But then the burly youth suddenly said, "A simple soul duel seems a little lacking. How about we bet a meal? Whoever loses pays for lunch later."

"Sure."

Mo Hui nodded. It was only the cost of one meal, and he could afford that much now. Besides, it was not as though he would necessarily lose.

Seeing this, the burly youth smiled slightly and spoke first. "Kid, remember my name. My surname is Feng, and my name is Jiege! My martial soul is the Azure Wind Eagle, and I'm a level twenty-eight Assault-Type Battle Soul Grandmaster."

Godwind Academy admitted students in their twenties, and they could graduate at level thirty. Therefore, Feng Jiege's strength could be considered above average within Godwind Academy.

Yet after hearing him, Mo Hui merely replied, "Mo Hui. My martial soul is Pidgeotto. Level thirty-one Soul Elder."

"What? You're level thirty-one?"

Feng Jiege's first reaction upon hearing Mo Hui's words was disbelief. Mo Hui looked to be only around twelve years old. How could his level be higher than Feng Jiege's? Feng Jiege was already eighteen this year!

Yet when Mo Hui saw the other man's shock, his heart remained completely unmoved.

Although he had reached Soul Power Level thirty-one at eleven and a half years old, surpassing even Tang San from the original novel, Mo Hui had attained it step by step through grueling cultivation. The effort he had put in was enough to make any genius who considered themselves hardworking feel ashamed.

Under normal circumstances, even hardworking geniuses needed to rest for several hours each day. Mo Hui did not. He had simply made Hurricane Canyon—where the other Godwind Academy students could endure at most a few days or even a few hours—his home.

The cultivation boost Hurricane Canyon provided to wind-attributed soul masters was beyond doubt. In the original novel, after Feng Xiaotian was awakened by Tang San's defeat, he began working diligently and actively cultivated in Hurricane Canyon. He even set a record by staying inside for two years, rising directly from level forty-four Soul Ancestor to level sixty-one Soul Emperor, increasing by seventeen levels in one go.

One had to understand that this was advancement through the Soul Ancestor and Soul King stages! Compare him with Huo Wu and Huo Wushuang, who had originally been around the same level as Feng Xiaotian. Even with the support of a Mimicry Cultivation Ground, five years later they had only reached levels fifty-four and fifty-three, increasing by just eleven levels each. This showed how rapidly Feng Xiaotian had progressed.

Even Tang San, that cheating freak, had been shocked by such a rate of improvement. At the time, Feng Xiaotian was already past the golden age of cultivation at twenty, and he had received no help from Immortal Herbs. Yet he had still advanced at such a speed, clearly demonstrating Hurricane Canyon's cultivation bonus.

However, Feng Jiege's doubts quickly vanished, replaced by endless shock.

Forget it. Since so many people care about it, I won't write about absorbing soul bones. But if that's the case, the protagonist probably won't absorb soul bones later either. In my original plan, this would have been the protagonist's first soul bone and also his last.