Wu Yong's Past

The moment she stood up and moved two meters away from Wu Yong, a chill rushed toward her. Xiao Yi Xian hesitated for a moment before returning to sit beside him.

"A Yong, can you tell me about your past?"

After telling Wu Yong about her own past last night, Xiao Yi Xian wanted to hear about his as well.

"My past? Let me think. Where should I start?"

Wu Yong closed his eyes and found his earliest memory.

Xiao Yi Xian looked at Wu Yong with great seriousness, listening to his past.

"My earliest memory was from when I was three years old. In a medium-sized city in the Black-Corner Region, I was bought by a wealthy household and raised as a slave."

"Perhaps because I was quick-witted, I learned everything quickly. But back then, I didn't know how to hide my talents, so I was soon ostracized by the others."

"After going several days without food, I caught the young master's attention. He told me to bark like a dog. If I satisfied him, he would allow me to fight his pet dog for food."

"I have to say, hunger really can bring out limitless potential. At four years old, I actually beat that big dog. Thinking back on it now, even I admire myself..."

Wu Yong's tone was relaxed, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as though he were recounting everything from the perspective of a bystander.

Yet Xiao Yi Xian's eyes gradually reddened, even though she had never experienced any of it herself.

"After that, I followed that young master around as a dog that could understand human speech, and I got the chance to come into contact with Dou Qi before anyone else."

"By chance, I picked up a damaged medical book. Fortunately, I had decent talent in that area. In less than two years, I became a beginner physician."

"Later, when I was eight, that household was wiped out by its enemies. As a slave, I was lucky enough to escape the disaster and barely survive."

"After observing things for several years, I realized that the most chaotic places in the Black-Corner Region were precisely these medium-sized cities. Large cities had sufficiently powerful experts stationed there, so there was still some degree of order. Remote small towns had little profit to fight over, so people had no reason to battle."

"Only these medium-sized cities had many experts of similar strength, all wanting to eliminate the others and monopolize the city for themselves. They were the most chaotic."

"After weighing my options, I chose to head to a remote small town."

"Although I was targeted by a Dou Shi along the way, my age made for a convincing disguise. I looked weak enough to make him lower his guard, then I poisoned him to death. That was, in a true sense, my first pot of gold."

"There's not much to say after that. Once I arrived at that remote town, I became a physician at a medical clinic with my medical skills. With that Dou Shi's inheritance as well, I lived quite comfortably."

"Since that town was close to Jia Nan Academy, it was much more peaceful. And my identity as a physician spared me a great deal of trouble. There were still a few crazies, but with poison capable of taking down a Dou Shi, the following years were fairly stable."

"By chance, the medical clinic where I worked received a group of teachers and students from Jia Nan Academy who were out gaining experience..."

Wu Yong reached out and wiped the tears from Xiao Yi Xian's pretty face, unable to resist teasing her. "Look at Little Fairy, crying so pitifully. Anyone who didn't know better would think I'd done something to you."

"You suffered so much. My heart aches for you..."

Xiao Yi Xian took the initiative to hug Wu Yong, wanting to use her embrace to comfort his wounded heart.

Wu Yong froze for a moment, then gently patted Xiao Yi Xian's back.

"It's all in the past. I don't care about it anymore."

"And those experiences taught me many things. The weak are not worthy of dignity. They cannot even choose whether they live or die."

"Only by becoming strong, by becoming an expert capable of controlling one's own fate at any cost, can one possess everything."

"This is the truest rule of the Dou Qi Continent: on the Dou Qi Continent, the strong are honored."

Xiao Yi Xian, whose eyes were red from crying, was instead comforted by Wu Yong. Too embarrassed to raise her head, she could only bury her face in his chest.

He had merely spoken calmly, yet just imagining it made Xiao Yi Xian unable to stop herself from crying.

Especially those experiences he had brushed over in a single sentence. They sounded simple, but in that kind of environment, how difficult was it for a child under ten years old to survive?

Only someone like her, who had personally struggled through this world alone, could understand just how much bitterness and hardship Wu Yong had endured during those years he had summarized in only a few brief sentences.

"It was nothing more than a little hardship."

Wu Yong's soft sigh made Xiao Yi Xian's tears flow even harder.

Gently stroking Xiao Yi Xian's soft hair, Wu Yong's thoughts gradually drifted away.

As he looked at the distant sky, an idea suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Could he use the wind to transmit information?

This world even had Space Wormholes, yet there was no treasure that allowed people separated by tens of thousands of miles to communicate. That was truly hard to believe.

Logically speaking, transmitting information should be simpler than opening a Space Wormhole, shouldn't it?

Not to mention that those super experts could create Space Jade Slips, which people could carry with them. When they encountered danger, an expert on the other side of a Space Wormhole could descend immediately.

Even setting aside those super experts, some experts skilled in controlling Dou Qi could secretly transmit their voices through Dou Qi.

However, that method of voice transmission did not work over great distances. Beyond a certain range, it became useless.

Some Alchemists with powerful soul strength could use even more subtle methods, communicating with others through soul power...

Although Wu Yong was not an Alchemist, as the Son of Wind, he often used the wind to sense his surroundings. That could be considered a form of soul power cultivation, perhaps. He believed that his soul strength was no weaker than that of Alchemists at the same level.

He did not lack soul strength, and there was even less need to mention Dou Qi. As the Son of Wind, he could command the wind as he pleased.

As for spatial power, Wu Yong understood a little of that as well.

If he combined these three types of power, could he create an item that allowed communication across tens of millions of miles?

"The raw materials for such an item must be of excellent quality. At the very least, they must be able to withstand a small amount of spatial power. At the same time, they must have excellent conductivity and sensitivity toward Dou Qi, and preferably be easy to carry..."

One question after another surfaced in Wu Yong's mind as he pondered for a long time.

In the end, Wu Yong decided to stop thinking and let the wind solve these problems for him.

Wind was everywhere. It was also one of the four fundamental elements that made up the world: earth, fire, water, and wind.

In this world, nothing could hide from the wind.

As long as Wu Yong wanted to know.