Self-Created Soul Skill?

Feng Qingluan watched his grandson's Self-Created Soul Skill coming toward him and smiled as he extended his right hand.

As before, he wanted to feel the power of the attack for himself.

Boom!

The blast, formed purely from condensed Soul Power, struck Feng Qingluan's hand and was easily slapped apart.

Neither Feng Qingluan nor Feng Baiyu paid it any mind. What they wanted was a direct feel for the attack's power.

"It's still two-tenths weaker than your [Eye of the Fire Phoenix], and it takes quite a bit of your Soul Power, doesn't it?" Feng Qingluan looked at his grandson and said, "And this move takes too long to Stockpile. It won't be much use in a real fight."

"Mm." Feng Baiyu listened humbly to his grandfather's comments. "I've only just started coming up with this move. It'll take me some time to refine it."

Feng Baiyu wasn't discouraged by his grandfather's criticism. To him, simply managing to pull off the move was already a success!

Mimicking a move like the [Turtle Destruction Wave] had been incredibly useful for his own growth and for learning to control his Soul Power.

"Bai Yu." Feng Qingluan looked at his grandson and asked, "I noticed that move of yours was rather rough. Tell me how it works, and I'll help you refine it."

"Sure." Feng Baiyu didn't hold anything back. "Grandpa, I've named that move the [Flame Phoenix Cannon]. It's a way of using Soul Power. It consists of four main steps: gathering energy, Stockpiling, releasing, and striking. You just do this and then that, and it works."

The idea came from the [Turtle Destruction Wave], but there was no such thing as ki in Douluo Continent, and Feng Baiyu had no connection to turtles. So of course he had to come up with a name that fit a little better.

Feng Qingluan listened to his grandson and gave a slight nod.

Just as he'd imagined, it was crude. Wasn't this simply a way of releasing Soul Power?

But Feng Qingluan didn't underestimate it. Often, the simpler something looked, the more profound it was. This kind of Soul Skill, which simplified combat, could have unexpected effects in certain situations.

And this was only an early draft. Who knew how powerful it could become once it was refined?

If auxiliary-type Soul Masters could learn it, it could give them quite a boost in combat, too.

In an instant, Feng Qingluan's mind filled with possibilities.

What sort of treasures might he get if he sold this Soul Skill to the [Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect]?

But there was no need to rush. He could discuss it with his grandson later.

That was the end of the day's battle between grandfather and grandson. Feng Baiyu returned to the [Green Maple Phoenix Tree] to recover his Soul Power, while Little Black wandered around beneath it.

Feng Baiyu had spent the Soul Power during the battle, but Little Black still bore the bodily exhaustion.

Feng Qingluan watched his grandson enter a state of cultivation once again, smiling. To be so young and already able to endure the loneliness of hard cultivation—those Guts alone were enough to ensure he'd be extraordinary one day.

"I can't afford to fall behind, either!" Feng Qingluan thought, then tried the [Flame Phoenix Cannon] for himself.

But when he gave it a try, he found it was nowhere near as simple as he'd imagined.

The [Flame Phoenix Cannon] looked simple, but it contained quite a lot.

This Soul Skill had clearly been created by Feng Baiyu, based on his Martial Soul's characteristics and combined with his First Soul Ring, [Fire Phoenix Avatar].

Gathering energy, Stockpiling, releasing, and striking might seem clear and straightforward, but every step came with its own difficulties.

Even Feng Qingluan, a Titled Douluo, had to try seven times before he succeeded.

That was thanks to the control of a level 96 Titled Douluo. Someone else might not have learned even the barest basics for a long time.

After several more attempts, Feng Qingluan finally condensed an energy mass.

But Feng Qingluan's Martial Soul had wind attributes, so the [Flame Phoenix Cannon] he formed was different from his grandson's fiery red version. It was a rich shade of green!

Boom!

Feng Qingluan fired the attack into the sky, where it erupted into a massive burst of energy. After unleashing the [Flame Phoenix Cannon], Feng Qingluan had a much clearer sense of its power.

"This attack is actually as powerful as my fifth Soul Skill!"

Feng Qingluan's eyes lit up with delight. If it was this powerful after only one attempt, then once he had fully refined it, it might reach the strength of his ninth Soul Skill!

"That's the power of a Self-Created Soul Skill. As long as you keep refining it, its potential is practically limitless!"

Feng Qingluan didn't mind that the move consumed as much Soul Power as his ninth Soul Skill. As long as he could use it, he was confident he could keep refining it, reducing its Soul Power cost while increasing its power.

Feng Qingluan was a powerful man with a century of combat experience. Before long, he had already worked out a more efficient way to use it.

Just then, a figure flew in from the sky.

The newcomer looked only about thirty or forty years old. He was handsome, with a faint smile on his face. His calm, tranquil presence put people at ease.

Feng Qingluan looked up at the figure in the sky and realized it was Grand Pontiff Qian Daoliu.

Feng Qingluan clasped his hands in greeting. "Greetings, big brother."

"Third brother." Qian Daoliu landed and said, "I noticed quite a commotion over here just now. Were you studying a Self-Created Soul Skill?"

"Nothing gets past you, big brother." Feng Qingluan smiled. "I've been stuck at level 96 for ages, so I thought I'd try another way to improve myself."

"That's not a bad idea." Qian Daoliu didn't think much of Self-Created Soul Skills. To him, even the Clear Sky Sect's [Nine Absolutes of the Clear Sky] could only pose a threat to him in the hands of someone at Tang Chen's level.

Without enough strength, a Self-Created Soul Skill's power didn't amount to much.

Qian Daoliu had brought up Self-Created Soul Skills merely to start a conversation. He glanced at Feng Baiyu, who had just climbed down from the tree, and said, "This is your grandson, right? He's already level fourteen?"

"That's right." Feng Qingluan nodded, then said to Qian Daoliu, "Bai Yu isn't especially talented, and he awakened an external Martial Soul, too. I can only use plenty of resources to support him and keep his growth from falling behind."

"An external Martial Soul?" A flicker of disappointment crossed Qian Daoliu's eyes.

The last person with an external Martial Soul had been Yu Xiaogang. He was famous, useless, and a famously useless man.

"Bai Yu." Feng Qingluan called to his grandson. "Come over and greet him."

Feng Baiyu walked over to his grandfather and bowed to Qian Daoliu. "Greetings, Grand Pontiff."

"Mm, not bad." Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, but quickly noticed something was off. "Your physical fitness is far beyond that of an ordinary person!"

He was clearly only level fourteen, but Qian Daoliu felt that the boy's physique already surpassed that of a level-twenty Power Attack System Soul Master!

"Reporting to the Grand Pontiff," Feng Baiyu said, "I happened to find a way to improve my physique while flipping through a book. After trying it for many days, I gradually built up my body."