Kamehameha!

Ever since he obtained his spirit ring, Feng Baiyu's cultivation method had changed.

First, he would consume whale glue to enhance his physique, then exhaust his spirit power through combat. Once his spirit power was completely drained, he would return to the [Green Maple Phoenix Tree] to cultivate and recover. Then, he would consume more whale glue to further improve his physique, repeating the cycle over and over.

That Feng Baiyu could cultivate in such a manner was entirely thanks to the fact that his [Fire Phoenix Avatar] had no period of weakness!

Perhaps this was the advantage of an externalized spirit; in any case, Feng Baiyu found it quite convenient.

If one were to fall into a weakened state every time they used a spirit skill, how could they possibly fight?

After obtaining his first spirit, Feng Baiyu also discovered that Little Black had indeed become smarter.

When Feng Baiyu did not issue any commands, Little Black would play by itself under the [Green Maple Phoenix Tree].

Feng Baiyu had specifically raised some ordinary animals and non-combative ornamental spirit beasts there, and to his surprise, Little Black was actually able to play along with them.

Well... it was mostly those animals and spirit beasts being played with.

Little Black was, after all, a spirit that had absorbed an 800-year spirit ring; the aura it exuded was simply not something these animals and spirit beasts could compare to.

A mere leak of spirit power was enough to send the place into a chaotic frenzy.

Feng Baiyu did not stop it, though; as long as Little Black didn't eat bugs or other disgusting things, he let it be.

However, because Feng Baiyu's innate spirit power was only 2.5, his cultivation speed was ultimately restricted.

He had been able to reach level ten in five months, but his subsequent cultivation speed had slowed down.

Another two and a half months passed, and Feng Baiyu's spirit power reached level fourteen.

Going from awakening to level fourteen in seven and a half months seemed fast, but two of those levels had been provided by his spirit ring. Moreover, Feng Baiyu's cultivation was a massive drain on resources—to an extent that could not be overstated.

Whenever Feng Baiyu felt the area around the [Green Maple Phoenix Tree] was too desolate, Feng Baiyu would go out to catch plants and animals to decorate it.

If Feng Baiyu mentioned in the morning that he wanted to eat spicy rabbit heads, Feng Baiyu would be able to bring back a thousand-year-old rabbit by noon to cook it.

If Feng Baiyu felt that cultivation was too arduous, Feng Baiyu would bring over ten maids to play music and dance...

Such treatment—had even the direct descendants of the Upper Three Sects or Spirit Hall ever enjoyed it?

Well... perhaps Ning Rongrong could, as she was an extremely pampered existence within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

How many hours could Yu Yuanzhen spare in a day to guide his grandson's cultivation?

Probably not even three hours in a month.

But Feng Baiyu spent at least three hours every day in combat with his grandfather!

This was the benefit of having a grandfather who invested everything into him; whatever Feng Baiyu needed, the old man provided.

As long as it could increase Feng Baiyu's cultivation speed by even a fraction, the old man would earnestly see it through.

His treatment was maxed out to the limit, yet his cultivation speed was still not as fast as someone with innate full spirit power cultivating through meditation without any resources.

"As expected, one's spirit determines one's lower limit, while innate full spirit power determines one's upper limit!" After finishing his cultivation, Feng Baiyu couldn't help but grumble, "If an ordinary person possessed a spirit like mine, they would probably be able to break through to level fifty by the age of fifty!"

"Baiyu, we don't compare ourselves to ordinary people." Just as Feng Baiyu was complaining, Feng Baiyu smiled and said, "You are you; the you of the next minute is stronger than the you of the previous minute. It is their own business if ordinary people lack resources, but all the resources of our Feng Family are open to you alone."

"Grandfather, I understand." Feng Baiyu thanked him, looking at his grandfather as he said, "I've made a cultivation progress chart; if there are no other variables, I won't even reach level nineteen after another year of cultivation!"

The requirement for the [Phoenix Nine Trials First Trial] was to add two spirit rings within two and a half years, so the time was barely sufficient.

However, cultivation became twice as difficult at every level ending in nine, and he wasn't sure if he could advance from level nineteen to level twenty within half a year.

"Baiyu, rest assured. Level nineteen to twenty isn't that difficult. The first real hurdle is level twenty-nine to thirty." Feng Baiyu said, "I have also calculated based on your progress; even if the difficulty of level nineteen is slightly higher, you will still meet the target three months before the deadline. As for your second spirit ring, I already have some leads."

Since his grandson had decided to follow an all-attribute path, Feng Baiyu couldn't talk him out of it and had naturally agreed.

Moreover, based on the age of his grandson's first spirit ring, he had roughly estimated that his grandson could withstand at least a two-thousand-year spirit ring for his second. To that end, he had already ordered the family to search for pure-blooded phoenixes that met the age requirement.

If they could catch one, they would bring it back to raise. If they couldn't, he could do it himself.

Even if they ultimately couldn't find a pure-blooded phoenix, Feng Baiyu had prepared three two-thousand-year alternatives.

No matter what difficulties arose, Feng Baiyu could help his grandson obtain his second spirit ring within the stipulated time.

With Feng Baiyu, the commander of external affairs, by his side, Feng Baiyu didn't have to worry about anything other than his cultivation.

Feng Baiyu looked at his grandfather's sincere gaze, his own eyes filled with gratitude.

He was very fortunate to have been reborn into the Feng Family; apart from his grandfather, who had the strength and spared no effort to help him, who else could do this?

Even Bibi Dong probably didn't have this kind of treatment when she was the Saintess!

"Baiyu." Feng Baiyu looked at Feng Baiyu and said, "Shall we continue our sparring?"

"Alright." Feng Baiyu didn't dare to slack off in the slightest. He jumped down from the tree and said, "Little Black, [Fire Phoenix Avatar]!"

Following Feng Baiyu's command, Little Black immediately appeared before him.

One person and one spirit quickly completed the transformation.

Feng Baiyu flew into the air, a short sword appearing in his hand as he said, "Grandfather, be careful!"

As soon as Feng Baiyu finished speaking, he flapped his wings and charged toward his grandfather.

Such battles took place several times every day in the Feng Family. Feng Baiyu didn't even need to activate his spirit to easily dodge his grandson's attacks. Occasionally, he would exert a sliver of power to clash head-on, feeling the force and angle of Feng Baiyu's strikes.

"Your attack speed is good, but your accuracy is still a bit lacking."

"Your aim is decent now, but your speed is still a bit slow."

BOOM!

Just as Feng Qingluan offered his nonchalant critique, two fire-attribute beams streaked toward him.

Feng Qingluan handled them with ease, continuing his commentary, "The power of your strikes is truly growing, but it's a pity—the energy fluctuations while you charge are far too obvious."

Having lived for over a hundred years, Feng Qingluan had spent more time in combat than Feng Baiyu had spent in this world.

His wealth of combat experience was beyond anything Feng Baiyu could even imagine.

Yet, it was precisely this method that Feng Qingluan used to squeeze out every ounce of Feng Baiyu's potential, ensuring he gained immense growth from every single skirmish.

As the battle continued, Feng Baiyu suddenly ceased his aggressive assault. He came to a halt in mid-air, slowly raising his arms. He cupped his hands together with palms facing each other, drawing them back to his right hip to form a small, hollow space.

A faint red glow began to emanate from Feng Baiyu's body as his soul power surged and concentrated.

Feng Baiyu chanted a string of strange words: "Kamehameha!"

"Hm?" Feng Qingluan watched his grandson's movements, a flicker of interest crossing his face. "Is this... a self-created soul skill?"

By now, Feng Baiyu had fully condensed his soul power and thrust his hands forward with a sudden, violent motion.

WHOOSH!

A fiery red beam of light erupted, sweeping toward Feng Qingluan.