Wu Yong: I Don't Like Gossip

Having experienced the second era of "Great Oppression," the current batch of freshmen quickly integrated into the groups of senior students.

In some respects, the White-Clad Female Devil and that Great Demon Emperor could be considered to have done a good deed.

They oppressed everyone equally, causing everyone to set aside their mutual conflicts. Behind their backs, they all began to grumble about these two devils, and gradually, a peculiar kind of "friendship" actually blossomed.

"That White-Clad Female Devil is truly despicable; she actually poisoned us when we weren't paying attention."

"Oh, give it a rest. I heard that the White-Clad Female Devil was already a six-star Dou Ling during the Inner Academy Selection Tournament. She used poison simply to save time; it had nothing to do with being despicable."

"Exactly. If you ask me, those of you who were poisoned might have it easier—at least you can lie to yourselves. If it had been that Great Demon Emperor from two years ago, you would have surely felt despair. He fought ninety-nine of us all by himself; he was truly like a monster!"

"I've also heard about the tragic encounter during your year's Fire Energy Hunting Competition. Being able to manipulate the energy of heaven and earth while only a Dou Ling—aside from not being able to fly, he was no different from a Dou Huang powerhouse. It's a good thing I arrived a year later, hehehe..."

"Damn, looking at it like that, you really are lucky! If you had arrived even a year later, you would have ended up just like us."

"Who's to say otherwise~"

At night, the sound of everyone chatting before sleep dissipated into the wind, and the wind within the Inner Academy would actively gather toward a certain person.

Due to a previous coincidence, that person thought of the Communication Crystal he had crafted himself, and thus created a Dou Technique that possessed no combat power, yet could gather those dissipated sounds from the wind.

Wind Whisper Technique, a technique with no grade.

In terms of combat power alone, it didn't even rank as a low-tier Huang grade technique.

However, its utility was something even a high-tier Tian grade technique could not achieve.

"This bunch of guys, talking about me behind my back like this; it's really quite embarrassing~"

Wu Yong, who appeared to be looking at the stars, tilted his head to listen, occasionally muttering some nonsensical words.

Anyone who didn't know better would surely think this guy was a lunatic.

"Come on, let me see what my limit distance is now!"

As his voice fell, Wu Yong sat upright. His slender fingers moved like butterflies flitting through flowers, forming several hand seals within a second, a sight that would dazzle anyone watching.

In the dead of the midnight silence, Wu Yong threw himself into it heart and soul, exerting the Wind Whisper Technique to its limit.

Under his full perception, Wu Yong felt his body become incredibly light, extending along with the wind to a place very, very far away.

The wind blew between heaven and earth, omnipresent, and every sound was carried away by the wind.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak~"

"Quack, quack, quack~"

"Why can't you do it after only five times?"

"He asked for it, so you gave it to him?"

"He insisted~"

"He asked, and you just gave it to him?"

"Move in. I've been eyeing this household for a long time; the strongest one they have is a sixty-something-year-old two-star Dou Shi."

"Customer, you can't do that~"

"Old thing, why don't you just pass the Burning Decision to me! Why, why must it come to this? I don't want to lay a hand on you, it's all you forcing me! Yes, it's all your fault!!!"

"Seems like I heard some incredible sounds..."

Wu Yong shook his head; hearing so many sounds at once made his head ache a little.

But even so, he still managed to catch quite a bit of information.

Especially that last one; if he wasn't mistaken, it should be the voice of the person who mastered the Tian grade technique "Backstab."

"This time, I'll focus on one direction and see how far I can hear."

After recovering, Wu Yong glanced at the starry sky, then formed the seals once more.

The sound of leaves falling, the sound of grass being brushed by the wind, the sound of a small stream flowing—all of it entered Wu Yong's ears.

Perhaps it was a matter of the direction Wu Yong chose, but this time he didn't hear many human voices; most were the natural sounds of heaven and earth.

Unknowingly, Wu Yong felt as if he had fallen into a very special state; he felt as though he could sense the breathing of this world...

The breathing of all things in heaven and earth fell into Wu Yong's ears.

Faintly, he heard a very soft whisper, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

He tilted his head to listen, focusing all his attention on it, yet Wu Yong still couldn't make it out.

He didn't know how much time had passed before Wu Yong exited this special state.

As Wu Yong ended the Wind Whisper Technique and his perception returned to his own body, he found that the world before his eyes was exceptionally vivid.

The water was so clear, the grass was so emerald green, the stars were so bright...

Wu Yong was stunned for a moment. He touched his closed eyes, then looked around while keeping them shut.

Numerous scenes entered Wu Yong's mind; even the areas behind him, which he couldn't see with his normal gaze, appeared clearly in his mind.

At this moment, Wu Yong was observing everything around him in a very unique, very comprehensive way.

"About a thousand-meter radius? Still need to practice!"

After estimating the range he could perceive in his current state, Wu Yong was not very satisfied.

It was only a radius of one kilometer, whereas the range he could perceive using wind had already exceeded a radius of one thousand kilometers.

By comparison, this new sensory ability was far inferior.

However, the advantage of this sensory ability was that it allowed Wu Yong to "see" things much more meticulously.

For several days in a row, through exploration, Wu Yong found a way to steadily improve this sensory ability.

That's right, it was still wind.

By perceiving the sounds of heaven and earth through the wind, he could drive the improvement of his soul perception.

Through his exploration, Wu Yong also learned where this special sensory ability of his came from.

The soul.

His soul power had reached a certain level, enough to achieve this special state of perception.

Wu Yong conservatively guessed that his current soul power would not be weaker than that of some sixth-grade Alchemist.

He had never come into contact with relevant inheritances and did not have a deep understanding of soul power, so he could only make a rough guess.

Levels were not important; if he didn't know them, then so be it. The existence of levels was merely to clearly categorize power; it didn't mean that one couldn't increase their power just because they didn't know their level.

Now that he had a little trick for cultivating soul power, Wu Yong was secretly happy; he had no interest in inquiring about any levels.

If he really had free time, wouldn't it be better to hold the fragrant and soft little fairy while watching the moon and stars?

The three Devil Kings of the Inner Academy were all focused on their cultivation and were not causing any trouble, so the Inner Academy was naturally peaceful and harmonious.

As time passed day by day, the students who had experienced the second era of "Great Oppression" cherished the time they now had to cultivate with Fire Energy even more.

Half a year later, the White-Clad Female Devil broke through to become a Dou Wang.

With this, the top three of the Inner Academy Strong Ranking officially entered the Dou Wang era.

Following this, the few individuals on the Strong Ranking who were close to the three Devil Kings felt a sense of urgency.

Those few individuals, who had always held a transcendent status in the Inner Academy and were even treated with great courtesy by some elders, now suddenly had the three Devil Kings looming over them. How could they, with their high and arrogant hearts, accept this?

Extreme pressure brought extreme motivation...