The Shock of a Soul Douluo, Level Eighty-Five!

Afternoon, Farack Royal Palace.

Feng Cang lay on a precious rosewood rocking chair, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand and taking a sip from time to time.

He had just finished lunch and was currently basking in the sun, feeling quite leisurely.

Xue Yao had already left this morning.

To be honest, Feng Cang felt a bit empty inside.

For the past half year, he had been living a very comfortable life here in the Farack Royal Palace.

But apart from eating, drinking, and sleeping, his bones were almost starting to rust.

He sighed and placed the purple clay teapot on the small table beside him.

Since I'm idle anyway, what should I do?

Feng Cang rubbed his chin.

With a thought, he activated the storage ring on his finger, wanting to find something to pass the time.

In a pile of miscellaneous items in the corner of the ring, he saw a tattered booklet stapled together with a few sheets of paper.

It was precisely the Cultivation Insights that Xue Yao had given him before leaving last night.

Feng Cang curled his lips.

Xue Yao, that child, is good at everything, but sometimes he's just too old-fashioned.

An eight-year-old brat, insisting on writing some wind-element insights for an old man like me. Isn't this just showing off one's skills before an expert?

Although he grumbled, his body was honest enough to take out the booklet.

Anyway, he was bored; he might as well read it like a comic book to pass the time.

Feng Cang flipped open the first page carelessly.

He only took one look.

"Clatter."

Feng Cang's hand trembled, and the purple clay teapot he had been holding dropped straight to the ground.

His gaze was nailed firmly to the first line of text in the booklet.

It read: "Wind is formless and shapeless. Those who use Wind Splitting against the current will perish; those who follow the wind will ride the waves."

He continued reading.

"Traditional wind-element soul masters mostly use their own soul power to forcibly cut through air currents. This is inferior."

"Air currents themselves possess specific vibration frequencies. Finding their slipstream and resonating one's own soul power with it can save seventy percent of consumption and unleash triple the power."

Boom!

It was as if ten thousand thunderbolts had exploded in Feng Cang's mind simultaneously.

He sprang up from the rocking chair.

How could this be some child's nonsensical game?

This was clearly a god-tier theory that pointed directly to the origin of wind-element laws!

Feng Cang swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he continued to flip through the pages.

The booklet contained not only theories but also detailed diagrams of human meridians.

Marked on them was an entirely new route for soul power circulation.

"The Gale Demon Wolf lineage accumulates impure wind energy year-round, leading to blocked meridians and difficulty breaking through the level eighty bottleneck."

"Execute soul power according to this diagram. Use the Cyclone Method to remove impurities, and this predicament can be broken."

Seeing this sentence, every hair on Feng Cang's body stood on end.

Level eighty-three.

He had been stuck at this damned realm for twelve whole years!

He had always thought his talent had reached its limit, never expecting that the cultivation route he had been following was wrong from the very beginning!

"I was truly blind!"

Feng Cang suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face.

"Such a heaven-defying, priceless treasure, and I actually threw it into the corner of my ring like trash last night!"

"My seventy years of life as Feng Cang have truly been lived in vain!"

Feng Cang gripped the thin booklet tightly.

"Someone, come here!"

Several elite guards of the Feng Clan rushed in from outside.

"Patriarch, what are your orders?"

"Pass on my order!"

"I am going into seclusion immediately! Even if the sky falls, even if Martial Soul Hall storms into Farack City, no one is allowed to come within half a step of my room!"

"Whoever dares to disturb me, I will hack them to pieces!"

Feng Cang transformed into a gale of cyan wind and dove straight into the secret chamber at the deepest part of the courtyard.

Inside the secret chamber.

Feng Cang sat cross-legged on the cold stone bed.

He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

He opened the booklet and burned the incredibly complex soul power circulation route depicted within into his mind.

Then, he closed his eyes and began to mobilize the soul power within his body.

At the very beginning of attempting this brand-new route, Feng Cang felt extremely stiff, and his meridians even sent waves of stinging pain.

But he gritted his teeth and endured it through sheer force of will.

Half an hour later.

A miracle occurred.

He felt the impure soul power that had accumulated for years, hard as stubborn stone, actually begin to loosen.

Following that special Cyclone Method.

The impure soul power was ground to pieces bit by bit and then expelled from his body through his pores.

What remained was the purest, most extreme cyan wind element.

"Smooth... it's too smooth!"

Feng Cang roared in his heart.

This feeling was like a sewer that had been clogged for over a decade suddenly being completely cleared out!

He no longer resisted the resistance of the wind; instead, he made himself a part of the wind.

The bottleneck that had been like stagnant water began to show cracks.

A day passed.

Two days passed.

By high noon on the third day.

The sky over the Farack City capital suddenly changed.

The previously clear, cloudless sky was suddenly whipped into a frenzy by gale-force winds.

A thick layer of cyan clouds gathered over the royal palace without warning.

The clouds pressed lower and lower, forming a massive vortex of airflow.

The commoners throughout the capital looked up in terror, watching this celestial phenomenon.

In the main hall of the royal palace.

King Xue Lang and Queen Gao Nianzhen hurried out.

The two stood on the steps, watching the terrifying cyclone above the Feng Clan's private residence.

"What is going on? Such powerful soul power fluctuations!"

Xue Lang's expression changed drastically. He felt a suffocating sense of oppression.

Gao Nianzhen's beautiful eyes were fixed on the sky, her gaze filled with disbelief.

"It's Elder Feng!"

"He is breaking through! And this commotion... it is definitely not as simple as breaking through a single level!"

No sooner had Gao Nianzhen finished speaking.

"BOOM--!!!"

A deafening roar erupted from the Feng Clan's private residence.

A pillar of cyan light shot straight into the heavens!

A tall, thin figure rose into the sky along the pillar of light.

It was none other than Feng Cang!

He hovered in mid-air, tilted his head back, and let out a joyous, long howl.

"AWOOO--!"

The howl was like thunder, echoing throughout all of Farack City.

Two yellow, two purple, and four black.

Eight dazzling soul rings rose from beneath his feet in sequence, pulsing rhythmically in the air.

Yet, what was most shocking was the soul power pressure radiating from his body.

It was more than just a notch stronger than it had been three days ago!

"Level eighty-five! This old man has finally broken through!"

Feng Cang acted like a madman in mid-air, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Twelve years! He had been stuck at level eighty-three for a full twelve years!

In just three days, and by following only a single energy circulation path from the booklet Xue Yao had given him.

He had not only shattered his bottleneck but, through the accumulation of long-held potential, had jumped two levels in one go!

He had crossed directly from level eighty-three into the terrifying realm of level eighty-five!

An intermediate Spirit Douluo!

Now, even if he were to encounter a powerhouse at level eighty-seven or eighty-eight, he would dare to face them head-on!

This was nothing short of a miracle!

Just as Feng Cang was reveling in his ecstasy, he suddenly felt a strange throb from within his body.

He whipped his head around to look at the phantom of his martial soul behind him.

It was a Two-Headed Gale Demon Wolf.

But now.

The originally cyan fur on the wolf's body was beginning to fade.

Silver hairs, sharp as steel needles, were slowly sprouting along its spine.

Not only that, but the faint outline of a third eye was emerging on each of its two heads.

Although not yet fully open, it already exuded an aura of world-destroying ferocity.

Evolution!

The signs of Martial Soul Evolution!

Feng Cang's breathing came to a complete halt. He froze in mid-air, stiff as a stone.

On the Douluo Continent, while breaking through in soul power was difficult, there were at least traceable paths to follow.

But Martial Soul Evolution was a heaven-sent opportunity that could be sought but never found! It was something that could only possibly occur after absorbing top-tier, heaven-defying treasures!

He had managed to trigger a trend toward evolving into a top-tier martial soul for his Two-Headed Gale Demon Wolf simply by refining his soul power and purifying his wind-attribute bloodline!

"Yao'er..."

Feng Cang muttered to himself, his lips trembling violently.

He descended abruptly from the air, slamming into the bluestone slabs of the courtyard.

He disregarded his status as a level eighty-five Spirit Douluo entirely, nor did he pay any mind to Xue Lang and his wife, who had rushed over to see the commotion.

Feng Cang bent his knees and hit the ground with a heavy thud.

Facing north, in the direction of Tiandou City, he kowtowed three times, his forehead striking the ground with solid force.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

His eyes were filled with the excitement of one who, having heard the Truth in the morning, could die content in the evening.

"Yao'er! You are the parent who gave me, Feng Cang, a second life! You are the benefactor of the Feng Clan for generations to come!"

Feng Cang's face was streaked with tears.

At this moment, the pride of a Spirit Douluo, the dignity of his family—

To hell with all of it!

He finally understood it clearly.

Xue Yao was no mere genius. He was a god wearing human skin!

Even if Xue Yao were to tell him to die right now, or to send the entire Feng Clan to the battlefield, he wouldn't even furrow his brow.

Because he knew that as long as he clung tightly to this golden thigh.

His Feng Clan would, one day, stand at the very pinnacle of the Douluo Continent!