Night Meeting with Feng Cang, the Old Fox's Scheme

Deep night.

Viscount Sky Wind manor, underground secret chamber.

Xue Yao sat cross-legged on a cushion, meditating. The Little Griffin lay beside him, appearing to be fast asleep.

Suddenly, the airflow in the chamber flickered slightly.

A thin, tall figure appeared silently in the corner of the room.

The visitor was none other than Feng Cang, the backer of Godwind Academy and the current head of the Feng Clan.

He was over sixty years old and possessed immense strength as an eighty-third-level Soul Douluo.

After Feng Xiaotian sent the letter back during the day, Feng Cang could not sit still.

However, as the head of the Feng Clan, he would naturally not be persuaded so easily.

He decided to come and see for himself, to probe the bottom of this "Heaven Dou Young Lion."

He was very confident in his ability to conceal his aura; it was a specialty he had practiced his entire life.

Let alone a fifteen-level Soul Grand Master, even a Soul Douluo of the same rank might not necessarily discover him.

He stood in the shadows, preparing to observe this legendary genius closely.

Just then.

"Senior, stop hiding." Xue Yao did not even lift his eyelids.

"The wind told me you are here."

As soon as the words fell.

The Little Griffin, which had been lying on the ground, suddenly opened its eyes.

"Screech." It let out a low, warning cry.

Those sharp eagle eyes locked firmly onto the corner where Feng Cang was hiding.

Feng Cang's heart jolted violently.

With a face full of shock, he stepped directly out of the shadows.

He was actually discovered?

A dignified Soul Douluo like him had his movements seen through by a six-year-old brat, and even that martial soul had precisely locked onto his position.

What kind of monstrous wind element affinity was this? This kid was simply a monster born for the wind.

"Worthy of being the Heaven Dou Young Lion."

Feng Cang gave a dry laugh, his tone carrying a hint of genuine admiration.

"The younger generation is to be feared. This old man has truly learned something today."

Xue Yao stood up and walked to the table nearby to pour two cups of tea.

"Since the Feng Clan head is visiting in the dead of night, you must have already read Xiaotian's letter."

Xue Yao pushed a teacup over, getting straight to the point.

"Since you have come in person, I will speak plainly."

He held up two fingers.

"Twenty percent of the annual net profit from the Farack Kingdom royal chamber of commerce will be given to your Feng Clan."

"Additionally, in the most prosperous area of Farack City, a plot of land will be demarcated specifically for you to build a Godwind Academy branch and a family residence."

"You will be tax-exempt and enjoy the same privileges as the royal family."

Xue Yao crossed his arms and leaned back against the chair.

"I have only one condition: protect the Farack Kingdom royal family."

"Consider this the sincerity of our two families forming an offensive and defensive alliance. What does the Feng Clan head think?"

Feng Cang picked up the teacup and took a light sip.

On the surface, he was calm, but his heart was already churning with stormy waves.

He was an old fox, and his calculations were sharper than anyone else's.

The chamber of commerce dividends and the territory were certainly tempting.

But what truly moved him was Xue Yao himself.

As long as he protected this kid and allowed him to grow up steadily, then in the coming decades on the Douluo Continent, the two top geniuses of the wind element would both be in the Feng Clan's camp.

If that happened, the Feng Clan could truly claim that all the world's wind-type masters came from the Feng Clan—what glory that would be.

Moreover, Feng Cang's mind raced quickly.

He suddenly thought of a deeper layer.

Xue Yao's martial soul was, after all, a griffin.

What if they found a way to marry the most talented girl of the Feng Clan to him in the future?

As long as the bloodline of the Little Griffin could remain within the Feng Clan, why would the Feng Clan ever need to train Gale Demon Wolf again?

Gale Demon Wolf? Never heard of them!

With the bloodline of the Little Griffin, the Feng Clan would undoubtedly leap to become a top-tier sect on the continent.

By then, the Wind Sword Sect, those people in the Lower Four Sects who spent all day looking down their noses at others, wouldn't even be fit to carry the Feng Clan's shoes.

Thinking of this, Feng Cang's heart began to thump wildly.

"The Viscount is truly straightforward."

Feng Cang set down his teacup, his face wreathed in smiles.

"Since you are so sincere, it would seem petty for our Feng Clan to continue being coy."

"Tomorrow, I will arrange for the core strength of our family to head to the Farack Kingdom in batches."

"With me, Feng Cang, here, I guarantee the Farack Kingdom royal family will be as secure as Mount Tai."

Xue Yao nodded in satisfaction; his worries had been completely resolved.

"Clan Master Feng is quite refreshing."

Xue Yao smiled, deciding to give this old fox a little more sweetness.

"Since we have formed an alliance, I will also give Clan Master Feng a welcoming gift."

Feng Cang's eyes lit up.

Xue Yao tapped the tabletop lightly.

"That kid Xiaotian has always wanted to know the secret of my first soul skill."

"Actually, there is nothing that cannot be said."

Xue Yao's tone was very casual. "My first soul ring came from a Mutated Green Wind Falcon. Its age was around four hundred and twenty years."

"This type of soul beast is extremely fast, and its Wind Blade is sharp. Most importantly, its mutated attribute is perfectly suited for instantaneous burst combo techniques."

"This is the core secret behind how I can stack damage without any wind-up."

Hearing this, Feng Cang was so excited he nearly stood up. Mutated Green Wind Falcon! So that was the secret!

He secretly noted the name in his heart, determined to dig three feet into the ground of the Sunset Forest to find a few Mutated Green Wind Falcon if he had to once he returned.

If he could have the younger generation of the family who were about to obtain their soul rings absorb them, wouldn't the Feng Clan be able to mass-produce combo experts?

Watching Feng Cang's irrepressible excitement, Xue Yao found it secretly amusing.

He picked up his teacup and gently blew away the foam on the surface.

Did he really think he could replicate his ultimate move with just a Mutated Green Wind Falcon?

Keep dreaming.

That was an effect unique to his Little Griffin's multi-hit judgment mechanism, combined with the god-level passive skill Wind-Riding Combo.

If anyone else were to absorb that soul ring, at best, they would only obtain a slightly more powerful Wind Blade skill.

Wanting to achieve seamless damage stacking? It was simply impossible.

However, he would certainly not tell Feng Cang any of this.

If the old fox wanted to go through the trouble, let him go.

"Many thanks to the Viscount for your guidance!"

Feng Cang stood up and bowed solemnly to Xue Yao.

He was looking at Xue Yao now as if he were looking at a mountain of gold.

This wasn't just a six-year-old child; this was the Feng Clan's bringer of fortune. As long as they maintained a good relationship with him, why worry about the Feng Clan not prospering?

"No need for formalities. We are all on the same side now." Xue Yao waved his hand.

"It is getting late. Senior should head back and rest."

"As for Xiaotian, I will go and guide him when I have time."

"Then this old man shall not disturb your rest any longer." Feng Cang tactfully stepped back twice. A gust of wind blew by, and his figure merged back into the shadows, disappearing without a trace.

Xue Yao stood up and stretched his body. Now that his biggest concern was resolved, he no longer needed to worry about it.

"Done." He stroked the head of the Little Griffin, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "The old home is safe. Next, it is time to properly improve my own strength."