Gale-Force Simp Feng Xiaotian

"Wang Qi, Mountain Fire Academy has already been destroyed. They probably won't be recruiting again anytime soon. What are you planning to do next? Do you want to join our Blazing Fire Academy?"

"You know the Huo Yun and Huo Yu brothers, right? They've decided to take it easy for a while. Once Blazing Fire Academy starts classes, they'll join the academy."

Huo Wushuang looked at Wang Qi probingingly. He had heard from Huo Yun and Huo Yu that Wang Qi had been the undisputed top student of Mountain Fire Academy.

Whether it was academic classes or spirit battles, even when facing Soul Grand Masters, Wang Qi had always been the final victor. If Wang Qi was willing to join Blazing Fire Academy, then with his talent of breaking through from the peak of Rank 16 to Rank 20 in a single year, even if he could not reach the Soul Ancestor realm in seven years' time for the All-Continent Advanced Elite Soul Master Competition, he would at least become a high-level Soul Elder.

A high-level Soul Elder capable of at least restraining a Soul Ancestor and fighting multiple Soul Elders was self-evidently valuable in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament, where Soul Ancestors were generally the upper limit.

"Join Blazing Fire Academy? I haven't decided yet. Next, I plan to obtain my Second Soul Ring first. After that, I'll probably return to Mountain Fire Academy to see how things stand. If the academy has suspended classes, I'll travel for a while. As for joining an academy too early, I've never considered it."

"We've known each other for over a year, right? A year ago, my Soul Power was Rank 14. After eating the Golden Flame Fruit, though I still don't know what happened, I absorbed all of its medicinal effects, and my Soul Power directly rose to Rank 16."

"After that, I cultivated to Rank 20 within a year. Resources were one part of it, while the opportunities I encountered during my travels were another."

In less than a year and a half, he had cultivated from Rank 14 to Rank 20, averaging less than three months per rank. What kind of talent was that? What kind of fortune? Wang Qi's cultivation speed over the past year made Huo Wu, who had always considered herself a genius, feel a long-lost pressure.

Huo Wu had only ever felt such pressure from one person before: someone with Innate Full Soul Power, who had broken through to Soul Grandmaster at eight and a half, then Soul Elder at eleven and a half, and who had constantly followed her around, endlessly calling her "Little Sister Huo Wu." An unbearably annoying guy.

"Brother Huo Wushuang, Little Sister Huo Wu, you're eating here?" Upon hearing that familiar voice, Wang Qi instinctively looked at Huo Wu and found that her eyes were practically rolling into the sky.

He looked up behind Huo Wu and saw a young man in dark cyan-black fitted clothes, a black mask covering his face. With hostility and simpering affection in his eyes, he strode over as though they were old friends.

Sensing Feng Xiaotian's Soul Power aura, Wang Qi could not help muttering inwardly, marveling at Feng Xiaotian's talent.

Hah, this must be the gale-force simp Feng Xiaotian from the Original Work. I didn't expect this guy to already have Soul Elder-level cultivation.

If this guy weren't a simp and didn't waste his time cultivating that Self-Created Soul Skill, the Thirty-Six Consecutive Wind Wolf Slashes, he could at least break through to the Soul King realm by the time of the Soul Master Competition.

Tsk, tsk. That kind of talent really is enviable.

While Wang Qi was envying Feng Xiaotian's talent, Feng Xiaotian's simp nature erupted. He circled Huo Wu, constantly asking what she wanted to eat, what she liked to eat, what good things he had brought from Godwind City, and how he had come to Blazing Fire City specifically to see her. In short, before he could even finish one sentence, he would toss out another "Little Sister Huo Wu."

Forget Huo Wu—even Wang Qi, who was not the target of Feng Xiaotian's attention, was getting a headache listening to him. The power of those repeated "Little Sister Huo Wu" calls was no weaker than Tang Sanzang's Tightening-Crown Curse.

"Oh? Brother Huo Wushuang, aren't you going to introduce this one to me? I've come to Blazing Fire Academy so many times, but I don't think I've ever seen this friend before."

Feng Xiaotian's eyes were smiling at that moment, but when Wang Qi met his gaze, he felt a trace of hostility.

Hearing Feng Xiaotian's words, Wang Qi was speechless. Damn it, in a simp's eyes, any male creature of the same species that appeared beside the goddess was a romantic rival.

Wang Qi had lived two lives and possessed an adult's mindset, but that did not mean he would make a move on an eleven-year-old girl. Even if that little girl would grow up to be beautiful, with long legs, an excellent height, and a great figure; even if people in the Douluo World could do so once they were over twelve. He was getting off track.

Wang Qi's moral bottom line was not particularly high, but he still had one. Eleven years old—if he really made a move, he would wake up halfway through the night just to slap himself.

Thus, Wang Qi looked at Feng Xiaotian strangely. When reading the Original Work, he had felt quite sympathetic toward this gale-force simp. Now, though? Damn, what an animal.

Sensing Wang Qi's hostility, Feng Xiaotian turned to look at him. Feng Xiaotian thought Wang Qi was trying to steal his goddess, while Wang Qi thought Feng Xiaotian was an animal.

Although the two were not even thinking on the same wavelength, a grudge had been formed nonetheless.

"Feng Xiaotian, are you ever going to stop? Calling me 'Little Sister Huo Wu' all day long—are we even that close? Wouldn't it be better to use that time and energy to cultivate?"

"Seriously, I can't even enjoy a meal with my friends. Brother, Wang Qi, let's go."

Huo Wu grabbed Huo Wushuang and pushed aside Feng Xiaotian, who was blocking their way, preparing to leave with Wang Qi. Yet in Feng Xiaotian's eyes, this scene became Huo Wu scolding him for Wang Qi's sake.

Dazed and despondent, he was shoved aside. Watching the group of three leave—his future brother-in-law, Huo Wu, and his romantic rival—Feng Xiaotian felt as though his heart were breaking.

What had originally been normal conversation between Wang Qi and Huo Wu looked like flirtatious banter to Feng Xiaotian. He grew frantic, then crazed. In the end, under the influence of the simp power bestowed by the God of Simps, Feng Xiaotian returned to normal and shouted at the departing trio:

"Little Sister Huo Wu, I won't admit defeat! Only I am worthy of you! That kid Wang Qi, I advise you to give up while you can. Little Sister Huo Wu is mine!"

Damn it, they were hard—his fists were hard. Wang Qi was fine; he had already labeled Feng Xiaotian an idiot. No matter how outrageous something that idiot Feng Xiaotian did, Wang Qi would not find it surprising.

Huo Wu's fists were hard. Martial Soul Possession. Soul Power unleashed. Huo Wushuang had never expected Huo Wu to make a move here and now.

He felt great. Feng Xiaotian felt great. After being kicked to the ground by Little Sister Huo Wu's long legs, Feng Xiaotian felt extremely satisfied. He looked at Wang Qi with blatant provocation, as if saying that Little Sister Huo Wu would ultimately still be his.

Otherwise, why would Little Sister Huo Wu hit only him and not Wang Qi?

Why had Little Sister Huo Wu not used a Soul Skill when hitting him, using only Martial Soul Possession?

Why had Little Sister Huo Wu merely kicked his chest, where his ribs offered support, rather than kicking his stomach, where she could injure his internal organs? It was all because Little Sister Huo Wu cared about him.

Looking at Feng Xiaotian lying amid the ruins, Wang Qi's eyes widened.

This guy can really take a beating. He got kicked nearly ten meters away and can still smile?

The meal ended on a sour note. Wang Qi declined the Huo Wushuang siblings' subsequent invitation and headed to the spirit battle arena, preparing to absorb his Second Soul Ring.