Fierce Battle

"All right, everything's fine now. Get back to what you were doing. I need to go into seclusion for a while and adapt to the changes after this breakthrough."

Wu Yong stepped through the air, greeted the three women, and entered the thatched cottage Xiao Yi Xian had been thinking about day and night.

If it had merely been a breakthrough in Dou Qi cultivation, Wu Yong would not have needed to enter seclusion. But this was a breakthrough in a soul realm he had barely touched before, so he had no choice but to explore it bit by bit.

After all, his soul power had unknowingly reached this level. Wouldn't it be a waste if he did not study it properly?

Understanding Wu Yong's current situation, the three women were very considerate.

They turned back and continued with what they had not finished before.

Xiao Yi Xian and Medusa worked together to prepare poison, while Zi Yan yawned and returned to her room to sleep again.

This was their reclusive life, comfortable and peaceful.

This stretch of the West Coast was quiet, at least for people like them. The strongest creatures here were only a few flightless Fifth-Rank Magical Beasts—mere roadside fodder.

Whenever any of them craved meat, it would be those beasts' day to die.

Naturally, Magical Beasts that had not lived long enough would not come disturb them.

That night, Xiao Yi Xian was somewhat unaccustomed to sleeping alone. Helpless, she simply gave up on sleeping and began cultivating.

She could not slack off. She needed to advance to Dou Zong as soon as possible too!

Inside the thatched cottage, Wu Yong carefully sensed the soul power of his current Spirit Realm and experienced its many mysteries.

For an Alchemist, a Spirit Realm soul could grant a medicinal pill spirituality. That spirituality was the most important aspect of an eighth-tier pill.

In a sense, an eighth-tier pill could be considered an alternative form of life.

If he were evaluating Spirit Realm soul power from the perspectives of Alchemists and medicinal pills, Wu Yong could have said much more, because the original work had spent considerable time on the subject.

But the problem was, Wu Yong was not an Alchemist. Because of the Son of Wind talent and his frequent sensory awareness, his soul power was no weaker than that of those Alchemists.

Now, he had even broken through to the Spirit Realm, a realm countless Alchemists dreamed of reaching.

In ancient times, Alchemists could even use soul power to perform soul Dou Skills in battle, making them extraordinarily strange and unpredictable.

Even within Danta in the present-day Central Plains, there was a Soul Hand Seal...

But Wu Yong possessed none of those many methods.

Could it be that, because of this, he would simply set aside this soul power, which was in no way inferior to the Dou Qi system, and ignore it?

Wu Yong slowly shook his head. That was not his character.

Whenever he could not decide what to do, he looked toward the golden [Son of Wind] on his panel.

Memories from his past life surged through his mind: uses for soul power, combined with the assistance of wind...

Mirror Flower Water Moon, illusions, Sharingan, Tsukuyomi, sword intent, saber intent...

This was the advantage of a reincarnator. With even a little talent, one could rely on broad knowledge and experience to find a path suitable for one's own development.

Having found a direction for his research, all problems ceased to be problems for Wu Yong, the Son of Wind.

And so, more than a month passed before he finally walked out of the thatched cottage.

The moment he stepped outside, bright sunlight entered his eyes, and Wu Yong instinctively narrowed them.

Even at his current level, changes in light did not affect Wu Yong at all. Still, it was a bodily instinct he had grown accustomed to.

Zi Yan was still sleeping. After Xiao Yi Xian fed Medusa a sixth-rank magic core, she was fully refining the energy within her body.

"So only my Little Fairy was waiting for me to come out, right?"

Wu Yong hugged Xiao Yi Xian, affectionately resting his nose against her swan-like neck and greedily inhaling the scent unique to his Little Fairy.

Tickled by him, Xiao Yi Xian gently pushed Wu Yong's head away. "I wasn't waiting for you on purpose. I just didn't have anything else to do."

"Yes, yes, yes. Whatever Little Fairy says is right."

Wu Yong smiled and kissed her pretty face, then swept her up around the waist and flew back into the room.

Having tasted its delights for the first time, the two of them carried on from morning until the sun was nearly setting before finally slowing down.

Though Xiao Yi Xian was only a Dou Emperor, her Woeful Poison Body was a cultivation cheat that continuously strengthened her Life Origin. Her constitution was even stronger than that of ordinary Dou Zong experts.

But even so, after battling fiercely for six or seven hours, she still lost to Wu Yong.

Wu Yong's large hand rested behind Xiao Yi Xian's head, stroking her soft, silky hair.

After fooling around to their hearts' content, the two slowly got up and dressed. Wu Yong also removed the Wind Layer concealing the entire three-story building.

With the "Reverse Sorcerer" back, Xiao Yi Xian resumed her lightning-fast cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, another two months passed.

Even Wu Yong, who was merely watching from the sidelines, was astonished.

He had personally witnessed Little Fairy advance from a one-star Dou Emperor to her current five-star Dou Emperor realm in just half a year!

Fortunately, the Woeful Poison Body was only exceptionally fast at cultivation and did not offer much help in other aspects. It could not compare to his [Son of Wind], which enhanced him in every way.

Otherwise, Wu Yong might have felt a little inferior.

"No, why would I feel inferior?"

Wu Yong looked down, then reached out and lightly smacked his own head.

Damn it, he had gotten addicted to the taste. His head was full of filthy thoughts...

Wu Yong flew out of the room and stood atop the mountain, letting the slightly cool night wind blow over him. It cleared his head considerably.

A night passed, and the sun slowly rose. Wu Yong sensed his continuously accumulating Dou Qi cultivation and soul power.

The wind now brought Wu Yong not only energy, but also spiritual energy. Both his Dou Qi cultivation and soul power were improving, neither one left behind.

Moreover, because his soul power had broken through a major realm, he could communicate with more and more wind, and the range over which it swept up energy had expanded to an utterly terrifying extent.

As a result, Wu Yong's cultivation speed had not slowed by much after breaking through to Dou Zong.

Back when he was at the Dou Emperor realm, he advanced by roughly one minor level each month. Even after reaching seven-star Dou Emperor, he could still break through one minor level in a little over a month.

Now that he had advanced to Dou Zong, he could raise his cultivation by one star in around two months.

Wu Yong was already a two-star Dou Zong. More precisely, he was in the late stage of two-star Dou Zong, and in another month, he would break through to three-star Dou Zong.

Wu Yong counted on his fingers and felt that, at this rate, he would become a Dou Zun expert within three years.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Just as Wu Yong was marveling at how effortless cultivation truly was, the Wind Message Crystal inside his Storage Ring stirred.

Without needing to guess, Wu Yong knew who had sent him the message.

"Changes in the Inner Academy. Return at once!"

Wu Yong's expression turned much more serious. He glanced at the three women cultivating in the valley, formed hand seals, and condensed a spatial barrier above it.

He added another Wind Layer as well, continuously pouring the surrounding heaven and earth energy into the valley.

After leaving them a message, Wu Yong finally rose to his feet and departed from the valley.