Do You Understand the Value of the Son of Wind!

[Son of Wind](Gold Legendary): Your wind-attribute talent is peerless; perhaps you truly are the child of the wind?

As the dazzling golden light faded, Wu Yong opened his mouth, suppressing the surprise in his heart as he let out a silent laugh.

He finally pulled a gold!

And it was a Gold Legendary trait like Son of Wind—what did this mean?

It meant...

He, Wu Yong, Was about to take off!!!

After regaining his composure, Wu Yong began to look back on the fifteen years since his rebirth in the Dou Qi Continent, and his mood gradually calmed down, reaching a level of tranquility he had never felt before.

Inexplicably, he recalled a line he had heard in his past life:

It is merely, a bit of wind and frost.

[Name: Wu Yong]

[Gender: Male]

[Realm: Dou Zhe]

[Equipped Traits (2/2): Medicine and Poison Do Not Separate (Green), Night Owl (White)] (Ps: Each time you advance a major realm, you can equip +1 trait)

[Extracted Traits (15): Son of Wind (Gold), Hardworking (White), Sentry Eyes (White)...]

[Current Probability for Each Rank: White Common 99%, Green Rare 0.9%, Blue Excellent 0.089%, Purple Epic 0.01%, Gold Legendary 0.001%]

Glancing at the panel in his mind, Wu Yong swapped out the white trait Night Owl and equipped the golden Son of Wind.

A mere Green Rare trait had been enough to help Wu Yong survive in the chaotic Black-Corner Region and become a Dou Zhe.

Now that he had equipped a Gold Legendary level trait, would he not immediately advance to a Dou Di?

A few seconds passed, and Wu Yong did not advance to a Dou Di; he was still a two-star Dou Zhe.

However, in Wu Yong's perception, the wind-attribute energy around him had become much denser, tightly wrapping around him.

Wu Yong had a feeling that as long as he circulated his cultivation technique even slightly, these energies would immediately surge into his body and merge with him.

Even if he didn't absorb these energies, he could still control the wind-attribute energy within a certain range.

In this way, even though Wu Yong only practiced a Yellow-rank technique, with these wind-attribute energies willing to cooperate with him unconditionally, his cultivation speed would likely far exceed those geniuses practicing Xuan-rank techniques.

"Is this the gold content of a Gold Legendary trait?"

Wu Yong controlled these wind-attribute energies to sense the movements around him and discovered that his perception radius had reached a staggering one hundred meters!

And within this one-hundred-meter range, not even a falling leaf or the sound of a faint breath could escape his perception.

Exclaiming in his heart, Wu Yong looked at the thirteen white traits he had drawn and couldn't help but feel a sense of disdain.

It wasn't that they were useless, just that they didn't have much use.

Only this green trait, [Medicine and Poison Do Not Separate], was worth a look; the talents for medicine and poison could stack, and he only needed to specialize in one direction to reach the same level in the other.

It was by relying on this trait that Wu Yong was able to live safely in this chaotic Black-Corner Region and become a resident physician at a medical clinic.

The sun rose, and this border town in the Black-Corner Region welcomed a new day.

"Little Doctor Wu, did you not sleep well yesterday?"

In a relatively large medical clinic in the city, a middle-aged male physician looked at the yawning Wu Yong and couldn't help but ask.

"Morning, Uncle Wang. I was so excited about being able to go to Canaan Academy for training in a while that I couldn't sleep."

Wu Yong nodded, beginning to reflect on the somewhat hasty conclusion he had reached last night. White traits weren't entirely useless; at the very least, they had some utility when he was weak.

For instance, the [Night Owl] trait was quite good—he wouldn't feel tired even after staying up all night.

If he had swapped out [Medicine and Poison Do Not Separate] for [Night Owl] while testing Son of Wind yesterday, he wouldn't be yawning like this now.

Wang Shi nodded, fully understanding Wu Yong's mood:

"Mm, going to Canaan Academy to train is indeed something that makes people excited. After all, it is a behemoth that has been passed down for hundreds of years. Not only does it house many profound techniques and Dou Skills, but it also has countless experts guarding it. Even if you added up all the experts in the Black-Corner Region, they would still fall far short."

"But with your talent, Little Doctor Wu, there will definitely be no problem getting into Canaan Academy."

This was a fifteen-year-old Dou Zhe with superb medical skills to boot.

In Wang Shi's eyes, this Little Doctor Wu was absolutely a genius!

If Canaan Academy didn't accept such a genius, then the academy probably wouldn't last long.

"Then I'll take your kind words, Uncle Wang, haha~"

After some laughter, the clinic quieted down.

Even in the Black-Corner Region, the most chaotic place on the Dou Qi Continent, physicians were precious treasures; even villains would pick and choose who they bullied.

Admittedly, compared to physicians, the medicinal pills refined by Alchemists are faster-acting and more useful.

However, those pills are also far more expensive!

In any place, the lower class always makes up the majority. A single vial of the lowest-grade hemostatic liquid costs several hundred gold coins; how could an ordinary person afford that?

By comparison, physicians are the choice of most people at the bottom, and most would not choose to actively offend a physician.

Not to mention, many medical clinics have connections with certain Alchemists.

The clinics borrow the Alchemists' reputations for protection, while the Alchemists receive medicinal herbs from the herb-gathering teams under the clinics, with the Alchemists only having to pay with a bit of their name.

The medical clinic where Wu Yong holds his consultations is said to be under the protection of a third-grade Alchemist.

In a small border town of the Black-Corner Region, a third-grade Alchemist is a truly remarkable big shot.

Many physicians dream of becoming an Alchemist, and Wu Yong is no exception.

It is just a pity that he possesses the wind attribute, making it impossible for him to ever become an Alchemist in this lifetime.

Wu Yong rested his head on one hand, eyes half-closed at the counter; while he appeared to be flipping through a medical text, he was actually thinking about various trivial matters in his mind.

He controlled the surrounding wind-attribute energy to wrap tightly around himself, and after ensuring he would wake up the moment anyone approached, he began to catch up on his sleep.

Suddenly, in a state between dreaming and waking, the dozing Wu Yong opened his eyes and looked outside the clinic door.

Wang Shi, who was drinking tea and reading a medical text, also lifted his head; just as he was about to say something to Wu Yong, he heard a rush of hurried footsteps approaching.

A look of surprise could not help but appear on Wang Shi's face—was it a coincidence?

Soon, a group of young men and women wearing the blue and white standard uniforms of Canaan Academy walked in.

Without a doubt, these young men and women were Outer Academy students from Canaan Academy out for training.

Leading them was a woman in green, looking to be about twenty years old, exuding a gentle and mature temperament.

"I have a student who has suffered a bone fracture; do you have a physician who can help heal him?"

"I'll give it a try."