Feng Xiaotian's Plea, Overbearing Alliance Terms

The Martial Arts Arena was deathly silent.

Xue Yao turned around. He did not look at Feng Xiaotian in the crater again, leading the Little Griffin as he prepared to leave.

Just as he took two steps forward.

"Wait... wait a moment."

An extremely hoarse voice came from behind him.

Feng Xiaotian crawled out of the crater, swaying as he stood upright, his legs still trembling.

But he paid no mind to that.

He stared fixedly at Xue Yao's back. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with crimson veins.

There was no anger. No resentment.

Only an intensely strong sense of unwillingness, and a frantic craving for an unknown realm.

He was a simp, yes. But he was, first and foremost, a top-tier genius who viewed the wind attribute as his life.

Today's battle had shattered the self-confidence he had built over six years, leaving not even a scrap behind.

But at the same time, it had opened a brand-new door for him.

"Tell me."

Feng Xiaotian took a step forward, his voice trembling slightly.

"How did you do it?"

He took a deep breath, his tone carrying a hint of pleading.

"That technique that can instantly stack power without any wind-up... what exactly is it?"

"I spent six years spinning myself like a top every single day, just to stack that pathetic amount of damage."

"Where exactly did I go wrong?"

In the face of true principles, the pride of the Godwind Academy's top dog was worth absolutely nothing.

Xue Yao stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head to look at the ashen-faced Feng Xiaotian.

This kid was still worth saving.

At least he hadn't been completely crippled by a single defeat. Knowing how to lower his head and ask for guidance already put him ahead of most people.

"You want to learn?" Xue Yao asked indifferently.

Feng Xiaotian jerked his head up, a burst of radiance erupting in his eyes.

He nodded frantically.

"Yes! As long as you can teach me, I'll do anything!"

"Even if you want me to be your lackey and take a detour whenever I see you in the future, I'll accept it!"

Xue Yao chuckled.

"Forget about being a lackey."

Xue Yao looked at Feng Xiaotian, his tone suddenly turning serious.

"However, I can indeed teach you. Not only can I explain the principles behind that move, but I can also help you refine that trashy Chain Slash of yours."

"I'll turn it into a true ultimate art."

Hearing this, Feng Xiaotian's heart gave a violent jolt. His breathing became rapid.

"Really?!"

"Of course it's real." Xue Yao nodded.

Then, he shifted his tone.

"But I have one condition."

"There is no such thing as a free lunch. If you want this theory, you have to trade something for it."

Feng Xiaotian patted his chest without hesitation.

"What do you want? Gold Soul Coin? Or rare herbs? I'm familiar with everything in the Godwind Academy; I'll go back and gather it for you!"

Xue Yao shook his head.

He didn't care for those things; what he truly wanted was hard power that could guarantee his standing.

"I want your Feng Clan."

Xue Yao stared into Feng Xiaotian's eyes, speaking each word clearly and deliberately.

Feng Xiaotian froze.

"Our Feng Clan?"

He hadn't quite processed what he heard.

"Correct."

Xue Yao spoke slowly, his hands tucked deep into his pockets.

"Behind Godwind Academy, it is your Feng Clan holding things up."

"The inherited Martial Soul of your family is the high-tier beast Martial Soul, Gale Demon Wolf. In terms of wind-attribute mastery, you can be considered an established powerhouse."

Xue Yao had clearly done his homework on the family's background.

He hadn't spent the last few days at the academy just lounging in the library.

He had already committed the intelligence on all major factions to memory.

Feng Xiaotian possessed a mutated two-headed wolf, but his father, Feng Cang, was a genuine Gale Demon Wolf.

Moreover, this head of the Feng Clan was a formidable level 83 Soul Douluo.

In this era, Title Douluo were essentially hidden away within Martial Soul Hall or the Upper Three Sects, rarely seen in public.

For those active in the world, a Soul Douluo was the absolute ceiling of combat power.

A regional hegemon. An elite force.

Xue Yao's plan was simple.

He had drawn too much attention to himself in Tiandou City.

Although Qian Renxue was protecting him from the shadows, he still felt uneasy.

More importantly, there were his parents far away in the Farack Kingdom.

The Farack Kingdom was too small. Its strongest protector was his mother, Gao Nianzhen, a level 72 Soul Saint.

If something were to go wrong with Martial Soul Hall, or if Bibi Dong were to lose her mind and send people to cause trouble in Farack, a single Soul Saint would never be able to hold them off.

He had to place his rear guard under a layer of absolute security.

And the Feng Clan was currently the most perfect target.

"I want your Feng Clan and our Farack Kingdom to form an offensive and defensive alliance."

Xue Yao laid out his terms with crystal clarity.

"Your family's core members, along with your father, Feng Cang."

"I want them to station themselves in the Farack Kingdom and establish a Godwind branch in Farack City."

"From this day forward, the safety of the Farack royal family will be the responsibility of the Feng Clan."

The Martial Arts Arena fell deathly silent.

Feng Xiaotian's eyes widened.

He never expected Xue Yao to propose such an incredibly overbearing condition.

This wasn't a trade; it was an attempt to bind the entire Feng Clan to the war chariot of the Farack Kingdom!

"That's impossible!"

Feng Xiaotian snapped out of his shock and instinctively refused.

"Our Feng Clan has been rooted in Tiandou City for so many years. Godwind Academy is our signature here."

"You want me to have my father take the core members to your little kingdom? That is absurd. My father will never agree to this."

Xue Yao was not in the least bit anxious.

He had anticipated this reaction from Feng Xiaotian.

"Don't be so quick to refuse."

Xue Yao held up a finger and shook it gently.

"Your father has been stuck at the level 83 bottleneck for many years now, hasn't he?"

Feng Xiaotian's expression shifted.

This was a family secret. How could Xue Yao possibly know?

The Gale Demon Wolf Martial Soul was indeed fierce in the early stages, but in the later stages, wind-attribute soul power easily became impure.

Without a special opportunity, one could only remain at the Soul Douluo stage for the rest of their life.

Xue Yao watched him and continued.

"That Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes of yours, to put it bluntly, is proof that your Feng Clan has reached a dead end."

"You only know how to utilize the cutting force of the wind, but you don't understand the circulation and resonance of the wind at all."

"With such crude training methods, even if you practiced until you died, you would never touch the threshold of a Title Douluo."

Xue Yao's words were like knives, piercing precisely into the Feng Clan's soft underbelly.

"But I possess a complete theoretical system for wind attributes."

Xue Yao tapped his own head.

"That is something that points directly to the origin of the wind element. It can not only help you perfect your Self-Created Soul Skill, but also help your father refine his chaotic soul power."

"It will give him a high probability of breaking through that barrier and touching the threshold of level ninety."

Breaking through to become a Title Douluo!

Hearing these words, Feng Xiaotian gasped.

If such a theory truly existed, it would be a heaven-defying opportunity for the Feng Clan.

Forget about moving to the Farack Kingdom; even if they were told to go to the Far North to drink the northwest wind, his father, Feng Cang, would likely be willing!

"Are... are you telling the truth?"

"I have no reason to lie to you. You saw it with your own eyes just now."

Xue Yao's tone was very calm.

"Furthermore, I am not asking your entire clan to relocate. The Godwind Academy in Tiandou City can continue to operate as usual."

"I only need your father to bring a few trusted experts to Farack City to hold the fort."

"This deal is a guaranteed win for your Feng Clan."

Feng Xiaotian lowered his head, his mind weighing the options rapidly.

On one side was the family's foundation and reputation built over many years.

On the other was a god-tier theory capable of changing the family's destiny, along with the Chain Slash technique he had dreamed of.

After a long while, Feng Xiaotian gritted his teeth and looked up.

"This matter is too significant. I cannot make the decision."

"But I will write a letter today and tell my father exactly what you just said."

"As for how he decides, that will be up to him."

Xue Yao smiled.

He knew that this matter was essentially settled.

No soul master could resist the temptation of breaking through their realm, especially an old-school Soul Douluo who had been stuck for so many years.

As long as Feng Cang understood the benefits involved, this alliance would be set in stone.

"Fine. I will wait for your news."

Xue Yao had only taken two steps before he suddenly stopped.

"To show my sincerity, I will give you a head start."

Feng Xiaotian immediately pricked up his ears.

"That Chain Slash of yours."

"The problem lies in your wings."

Xue Yao's voice drifted over on the wind.

"When you are spinning in mid-air, the angle of your wings is too rigid."

"You treat the wind like wood, trying to hack through it by force. Of course it's exhausting."

"Wind is fluid. What you need to do is follow its current."

Xue Yao reached out and traced a slightly inclined arc in the air.

"Next time you spin, tilt your wings downward by fifteen degrees."

"Don't fight the wind resistance; let the wind push you as you turn."

"That is all I will say. You figure out the rest."

With that, Xue Yao strolled out of the Martial Arts Arena with the Little Griffin, leaving Feng Xiaotian standing there alone.

Fifteen degrees.

Let the wind push me as I turn.

These novel concepts exploded in Feng Xiaotian's mind.

He was a genius. Although he had been on the wrong path, his comprehension was definitely not lacking.

Following Xue Yao's words, he quickly simulated the movement in his mind.

Suddenly, he slapped his thigh hard, his eyes shining with terrifying intensity.

"That's it!"

"Why didn't I think of that before!"

If one were to cut along the flow of the wind, that terrifying recoil would vanish in an instant.

His rotation speed could be increased by at least twofold!

The soul power consumed could also be reduced by more than half!

Feng Xiaotian watched Xue Yao's disappearing back, the last shred of doubt in his heart completely dissipating.

"An alliance... we must form an alliance!"

Feng Xiaotian bolted toward the academy exit, not even bothering to wipe the dirt from his face.

"I'm going back to write the letter right now!"

"Even if my father disagrees, I'll cry, make a scene, and threaten to hang myself until he agrees!"

"The Feng Clan is determined to latch onto this powerhouse!"