After seeing Su Qian off, Wu Yong briefly sorted through his gains from this trip.
First was the fragmentary map of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame.
Current collection progress: 3/4.
The final piece would appear at the Spatial Auction in the Central Plains, but Wu Yong had no intention of refining the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame anyway. He could not be bothered to fight for it.
Besides, what if the fragments fused together once they were all collected? Wouldn't that be a huge loss for him?
"Ancient Clan, Lei Clan, Yan Clan, Yao Clan... As for the Hun Clan, Shi Clan, and Ling Clan, forget them. They're not worth considering."
Counting on his fingers, Wu Yong went through the Ancient Races and unhesitatingly ruled out two less-than-ideal trading partners.
They were simply too weak. If he really traded the fragmentary map to them, it would ultimately end up in the Hun Clan's hands. That would not serve Wu Yong's interests.
Something like the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame was far too dangerous. It would be better for it to remain in that space for another thousand years.
Wu Yong wanted to use Xiao Yan to stir up the situation. He could feed Heavenly Flames to him as much as he pleased, but the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame was the exception.
In his plan, the ideal outcome was for Gu Yuan and Hun Tiandi, the two peak Dou Shengs, to perish together, while Xiao Yan, lacking Heavenly Flames, could only slowly grind away at his cultivation.
Then, heh heh heh...
As the Son of Wind, Wu Yong had no doubt that he could cultivate to Gu Yuan and Hun Tiandi's level.
He merely needed time. That was why he needed the situation to descend into chaos. He could not let the Hun Clan have things too easy; he had to find a way to make them fight the other Ancient Races.
Fight until they were both devastated!
That was only the outcome Wu Yong wanted. As for how exactly to achieve it, he would have to take things one step at a time.
After all, he was currently just an unremarkable Dou Emperor, only six-star and not even a High-level Dou Emperor. Even if he had plans, it would be difficult to put them into action.
Even the weakest of the Ancient Races, the Ling Clan, had several Dou Shengs overseeing it. They probably had at least thirty or fifty Dou Zuns as well, right?
"Better focus on the present. For instance, I should first master the Three Thousand Lightning Movement."
Wu Yong quickly shook his head. Thinking too far ahead was not necessarily a good thing.
Who knew how far the future situation would diverge because of the butterfly effect caused by him?
"The Yin-Yang Profound Dragon Pill lets one rise after destruction and has a chance of helping someone become a Dou Zun. Heh... It seems that none of the people around me need this thing to break through to Dou Zun. It's somewhat useless."
Wu Yong counted on his fingers. There was no need to mention himself. As the Son of Wind, he still did not know what a cultivation bottleneck was.
There was even less need to mention Little Fairy's Woeful Poison Body. Her cultivation speed was more absurd than his, and becoming a Dou Zun would be effortless for her. However, reaching Dou Sheng might be somewhat difficult.
But then again, who would not struggle upon reaching that realm?
The Little Snake on his wrist, sleeping like a dead pig, was actually a Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python. With her ancient bloodline, she could cultivate to the Ninth Rank, corresponding to the Dou Sheng realm.
Then there was Zi Yan, currently advancing in the room. With the royal bloodline of the Ancient Void Dragon clan, she could steadily cultivate to Dou Sheng even without any opportunities.
Looking at it this way, this thing really was somewhat useless. By the time any of them triggered the pill's effect after swallowing it, they might have already broken through to Dou Zun.
"I wonder whether the pill's medicinal effect can be converted into cultivation before one breaks through to Dou Zun. If it can be converted into cultivation, then it would be useful."
"But then again, even if this thing is useless, it doesn't do any harm!"
Wu Yong slapped his forehead, having found the blind spot.
In a couple of days, he would have Little Fairy take the pill. He could treat it as a life-saving pill. After all, Little Fairy was still only a Dou Wang and was far from becoming a Dou Zun.
With that thought in mind, Wu Yong continued sorting through the spoils.
The Flight Dou Technique was useless to him, and he had no juniors on his side either. Still, if the price was right, he could make a trade with Yao Lao. In any case, neither of them had use for it.
Fan Lao's cultivation method and Di-tier Dou Technique were blood-attributed. Useless. He would keep them for now...
After organizing everything, Wu Yong began recalling the original plot concerning the cultivation of the Three Thousand Lightning Movement.
"Do I need to wait until the winds rise, clouds surge, lightning flashes, and thunder roars before I can cultivate it?"
Wu Yong glanced at Zi Yan, who was advancing in the room, with a pained expression, then calculated how long Little Fairy would remain in seclusion.
Forget it. He would leave this Dou Technique alone for now.
He had no Three-Year Agreement or blood feud to settle. In the Inner Academy, he was the heavens!
Whether the Inner Academy was chaotic or not was up to Wu Yong.
Even without cultivating the Three Thousand Lightning Movement, Wu Yong's speed far surpassed those of the same rank. There was no need to rush.
More importantly, Zi Yan had chosen him without hesitation to guard her during her advancement. That in itself represented her trust in him.
The current Wu Yong could not bring himself to betray the trust of such an innocent girl.
"I should continue cultivating. Whether it's Dou Qi or my soul, neither can be neglected."
Cultivation was the foundation; Dou Techniques were merely tools.
As long as one's cultivation was high enough, no matter what messy Dou Technique it was, it would not withstand a single ordinary attack.
Before that, however, Wu Yong walked over to the spatial barrier protecting Zi Yan.
Sensing that the energy density within had dropped considerably, Wu Yong crushed the medicinal ingredients he had obtained from the Blood Sect with wind, sending them flowing into the barrier.
Only when the energy density inside the barrier reached a certain limit did Wu Yong stop.
That should be enough for two or three months. Wu Yong could finally cultivate in peace.
This year's Inner Academy Selection Tournament had ended. The top five had been decided, and they had already obtained the items they wanted from the Library Pavilion.
As Vice Dean, Hu Gan was, as always, instructing these talented students about matters concerning the Inner Academy.
Especially now that the Inner Academy had entered an era where only Dou Wangs could strut around, he had to warn these little ones.
Especially his own granddaughter, Hu Jia.
"...The Inner Academy is no longer what it used to be. If you don't provoke the most formidable people, you may still be able to establish yourselves here as long as you stick together."
"Tch. Could it be that every one of them is a Dou Wang? Are they going to break our arms and legs or something?" Hu Jia tilted her head dismissively, somewhat impatient with her grandfather's nagging.
Yet Hu Gan nodded.
"Hard to say. If this had been the Inner Academy half a year ago, I could guarantee they would not do such a thing, because this old man's name still carried some weight. But in the current Inner Academy, this old man's name truly doesn't work anymore."
"...You're not joking with me, are you?" Hu Jia stared directly into her grandfather's eyes, trying to find even a trace of amusement in them.
The others were stunned as well. Seeing that Hu Gan did not seem to be joking, their expressions all turned incomparably grave.
Why did this Inner Academy sound like a dragon's pool and tiger's den, even more dangerous than the Black-Corner Region?
"Heh heh, just take it as this old man joking."
Hu Gan wore a bitter smile, and that expression instantly made the five youths feel immense pressure.
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