The Somewhat Useless Yin-Yang Profound Dragon Pill

After sending Su Qian away, Wu Yong briefly organized his recent gains.

First, there was that fragment of the map for the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame.

Current collection progress: 3/4.

The final piece would appear at the Spatial Auction in the Central Plains, but since Wu Yong had no intention of refining the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, he couldn't be bothered to fight for it.

Besides, what if the map fragments merged once they were all collected? Wouldn't he be at a huge loss then?

"The Ancient Clan, the Lei Clan, the Yan Clan, the Yao Clan... and as for the Hun Clan, the Shi Clan, and the Ling Clan, forget it, they aren't worth looking at."

Wu Yong counted these ancient clans on his fingers, excluding two lackluster trading targets without hesitation.

The main issue was that they were too weak; if he actually traded the map fragment to them, it would eventually fall into the hands of the Hun Clan, which didn't align with Wu Yong's interests.

Something like the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame was too dangerous; it was better to let it stay in that space for another thousand years.

Wu Yong wanted to use Xiao Yan to stir up the situation and was happy to feed him Heavenly Flames, but the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame was the exception.

In his plan, the best outcome was for the two top-tier Dou Sheng, Gu Yuan and Hun Tiandi, to both perish, while Xiao Yan, lacking Heavenly Flames, would be forced to grind away his time slowly.

And then, hehehe...

As the Son of Wind, Wu Yong had no doubt that he could reach the realm of Gu Yuan and Hun Tiandi.

He just needed time, which was why he needed the situation to become chaotic. He couldn't let the Hun Clan proceed too smoothly; he had to find a way to make the Hun Clan fight against the other ancient clans.

Let them fight until they were dead or severely wounded!

This was just the result Wu Yong wanted; as for how to implement it, he would have to take it one step at a time.

After all, he was currently just an unremarkable Dou Emperor. He was only a Six-Star, not even a high-level Dou Emperor, so even if he had schemes, they were hard to execute.

Those ancient clans, even the weakest Ling Clan, had several Dou Sheng experts holding the fort, and at least thirty or fifty Dou Zun, right?

"I should focus on the present, for instance, mastering the Three Thousand Lightning Movement."

Wu Yong shook his head; it wasn't good to think too far ahead about certain things.

One should do what is appropriate for the time. Who knew how the situation would develop later due to the butterfly effect of his presence?

"The Yin-Yang Profound Dragon Pill, breaking through to establish something new, has a chance to help one become a Dou Zun. Hehe... the people around me don't seem to need this to break through to Dou Zun; it's a bit of a chicken rib."

Wu Yong calculated on his fingers. He didn't even need to mention himself; as the Son of Wind, he still didn't know what a cultivation bottleneck was.

As for the Little Fairy, her Woeful Poison Body was even more outrageous; her cultivation speed surpassed his, and reaching Dou Zun would be a piece of cake for her. Though, it might be a bit strenuous once she reached Dou Sheng.

But then again, who wouldn't find it strenuous once they reached that realm?

The Little Snake sleeping like a dead pig on his wrist was actually a Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python, an ancient bloodline that could cultivate to the ninth rank, corresponding to the Dou Sheng realm.

And there was Zi Yan, who was 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 special opportunities.

Looking at it this way, this item was indeed a bit of a chicken rib. Perhaps by the time one of them ate it, they would have already broken through to Dou Zun before the pill's effect could even trigger.

"I wonder if the medicinal power of this pill can be converted into cultivation base before breaking through to Dou Zun. If it can be converted, then that would be fine."

"But then again, even if this thing is useless, it doesn't do any harm!"

Wu Yong slapped his forehead, finding the blind spot.

In a couple of days, he would give this pill to the Little Fairy to eat as a life-saving measure. After all, the Little Fairy was still just a Dou King, a long way from being a Dou Zun.

Thinking this, Wu Yong continued to sort through his spoils.

Flight Dou Technique—he had no use for it, and he didn't have any juniors to pass it to. However, if the price was right, he could trade it with Yao Lao; they didn't have any use for it either.

Fan Lao's cultivation method and Di-tier Dou Technique were blood-attributed and useless to him, so he would just keep them...

After finishing the sorting, Wu Yong began to recall the original plot regarding the cultivation of the Three Thousand Lightning Movement.

"Does it really require waiting for the wind to rise and the lightning to strike before one can cultivate it?"

Wu Yong looked at Zi Yan, who was advancing in the room, with a headache, and then calculated the time the Little Fairy would spend in seclusion.

Forget it, he would just leave this Dou Technique aside for now.

He didn't have any Three-Year Agreement or deep-seated blood feud; here in the Inner Academy, he was the sky!

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 was far beyond his peers, so there was no need to rush.

In comparison, the fact that Zi Yan chose to let him guard her while she advanced showed her trust in him.

Wu Yong couldn't bring himself to betray the trust of such an innocent girl.

"I should continue cultivating; whether it's Dou Qi or the soul, I cannot slack off."

Cultivation base is the foundation; Dou Techniques are merely tools.

As long as the cultivation base is high enough, no messy Dou Technique can withstand a single ordinary attack.

However, before that, Wu Yong walked over to the side of the spatial barrier protecting Zi Yan.

Feeling the energy density inside, which had already decreased significantly, Wu Yong watched as the medicinal herbs he had harvested from the Blood Sect were shredded by the wind like flowing water and poured into the protective barrier.

It was not until the energy density within the protective barrier reached a certain limit that Wu Yong finally stopped.

With this, there was enough to last for about two or three months, allowing Wu Yong to focus on his cultivation with peace of mind.

The Inner Academy Selection Tournament for this year had concluded, the top five had been decided, and they had already retrieved the items they were satisfied with from the Library Pavilion.

As the Vice Dean, Hu Gan began to instruct these talented students on matters regarding the Inner Academy, just as he always did.

He felt it was necessary to warn these youngsters, especially since the Inner Academy had entered an era where "only a Dou King can make a splash."

He was particularly concerned about his granddaughter, Hu Jia.

"...The Inner Academy of today is not what it used to be. As long as you don't provoke the most formidable individuals, you should be able to gain a foothold in the Inner Academy by sticking together."

"Tch, it's not like they're all Dou Kings who would break our arms and legs, right?" Hu Jia tilted her head dismissively, feeling a bit impatient with her grandfather's nagging.

However, Hu Gan nodded:

"It's hard to say. If this were the Inner Academy from half a year ago, I could guarantee they wouldn't do such a thing, because my reputation still held some weight. But in the current Inner Academy, my reputation really doesn't carry much influence anymore."

"...You aren't joking with me, are you?" Hu Jia stared directly into her grandfather's eyes, trying to find a hint of a smile.

The others were also stunned; seeing that Hu Gan did not appear to be joking, their expressions turned incredibly serious.

How could the Inner Academy sound like a dragon's den and a tiger's lair, even more dangerous than the Black-Corner Region?

"Heh, you can just pretend I'm joking."

Hu Gan gave a bitter smile, and this expression made the five young men and women feel an immense amount of pressure.