Self-Created Soul Skill?

Feng Qingluan watched his grandson's self-created soul skill strike toward him, a smile on his face as he extended his right hand.

Just as before, he wanted to experience the power of this blow for himself.

"BOOM!"

The attack, formed purely from condensed soul power, landed on Feng Qingluan's hand and was dispersed with effortless ease.

However, neither Feng Qingluan nor Feng Baiyu paid it any mind; they were both after an intuitive assessment of the strike.

"It's twenty percent weaker than your [Eye of the Fire Phoenix], and it consumes quite a bit of your soul power, doesn't it?" Feng Qingluan looked at his grandson and said, "Furthermore, the charge time for this move is too long. In a real battle, that is not advantageous."

"Yes." Feng Baiyu listened humbly to his grandfather's critique. "After all, this move is only just a concept. It will take time to perfect it."

Feng Baiyu was not discouraged by his grandfather's belittling of the move; to him, simply being able to execute it was already a success!

Imitating and attempting a [Turtle Destruction Wave] was of immense use to his own growth and his application of soul power.

"Baiyu," Feng Qingluan looked at his grandson and asked, "I found this move of yours to be too crude. Tell me the principles behind it, and I will help you refine it."

"Certainly." Feng Baiyu held nothing back. "Grandfather, I've named this move the [Flame Phoenix Cannon]. It is a specific application of my soul power. It consists of four main stages: energy gathering, charging, releasing, and striking. You just need to do this, and then that..."

The concept was that of the [Turtle Destruction Wave], but since the Douluo Continent had no such thing as "Qi," and Feng Baiyu had no connection to turtles, he had to choose a name that was slightly more fitting.

Feng Qingluan nodded slightly as he listened to his grandson.

As he had imagined, it was indeed crude. Wasn't this just a simple application of externalized soul power?

However, Feng Qingluan did not look down on it. Often, the simplest things were the most profound. This kind of combat soul skill, which simplified the complex, could have unpredictable effects in certain situations.

Especially since this was just a rough draft—heaven only knew how strong it would be once perfected!

If support-type soul masters could learn this, it would grant them significant combat power.

In an instant, many thoughts raced through Feng Qingluan's mind.

If he were to sell this soul skill to the [Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect], who knew what kind of treasures he could obtain?

But there was no rush; he could discuss it with his grandson later.

The battle between grandfather and grandson ended there for the day. Feng Baiyu returned to the [Green Maple Phoenix Tree] to recover his soul power, while Little Black wandered beneath the tree.

The soul power consumed during the battle belonged to Feng Baiyu, but Little Black was the one bearing the physical exhaustion.

Feng Qingluan watched his grandson enter a meditative state once more, his eyes filled with warmth. To be able to endure the loneliness of hard training at such a young age—this perseverance alone destined him for greatness.

I cannot fall behind either! Feng Qingluan thought to himself, attempting the [Flame Phoenix Cannon] he had just witnessed.

Yet, when he tried it, he discovered that things were far from as simple as he had imagined.

The [Flame Phoenix Cannon] appeared simple, but it contained a great deal of depth.

This soul skill was clearly created by Feng Baiyu based on the characteristics of his martial soul, combined with his first soul ring, [Fire Phoenix Avatar].

[Energy gathering] → [Charging] → [Releasing] → [Striking] seemed clear and straightforward, but every single step was fraught with difficulty.

Feng Qingluan, a Title Douluo, actually had to attempt it seven times before succeeding.

This was only thanks to the immense control he possessed as a level 96 Title Douluo; had it been anyone else, who knows how long it would have taken them to grasp even the basics.

After several consecutive attempts, Feng Qingluan finally condensed the energy construct.

However, Feng Qingluan's martial soul was wind-attributed, so the [Flame Phoenix Cannon] he condensed was not the fiery red of his grandson's, but a deep, rich cyan!

"BOOM!"

Feng Qingluan fired the strike into the sky, creating a massive energy explosion. Having unleashed the [Flame Phoenix Cannon], he had a much more intuitive experience.

"This strike actually possesses the power of my fifth soul skill!"

Joy flickered in Feng Qingluan's eyes. If it could achieve this much while he was still a beginner, then once he fully perfected it, it might be as powerful as a ninth soul skill!

"This is the strength of a self-created soul skill; as long as it is continuously refined, its potential is practically infinite!"

Feng Qingluan did not care that the soul power consumption of this move was comparable to his ninth soul skill, for as long as he could release it, he was confident he could continue to refine it—lowering the consumption while simultaneously strengthening the strike.

Feng Qingluan was, after all, a powerhouse with a century of combat experience. Before long, he had constructed a more reasonable method of application in his mind.

Just then, a figure flew in from the sky.

The newcomer appeared to be in his thirties or forties, with handsome features and a faint smile on his face. That calm, serene aura gave people a very comfortable feeling.

Feng Qingluan saw the figure in the air and realized it was the Great Elder, Qian Daoliu.

Feng Qingluan cupped his hands in a salute. "Greetings, Elder Brother."

"Old Third," Qian Daoliu landed on the ground and said, "I noticed quite a commotion over here. Are you researching a self-created soul skill?"

"Nothing escapes your notice, Elder Brother," Feng Qingluan replied with a smile. "My cultivation has been stagnant at level 96, so I thought I would try a different path to improve myself."

"That is a decent idea." Qian Daoliu did not care much for self-created soul skills. To him, even the Nine Absolutes of the Clear Sky from the Clear Sky Sect would only pose a threat to him if they were in the hands of someone at Tang Chen's level.

Without sufficient strength, the power of a self-created soul skill meant nothing.

Qian Daoliu's mention of the soul skill was merely a conversation starter. He glanced at Feng Baiyu, who was descending from the tree, and asked, "Is this your grandson? Has he already reached level fourteen?"

"Yes," Feng Qingluan nodded and said to Qian Daoliu, "Baiyu's talent is not exceptional, and he awakened an external martial soul. I can only assist him with vast resources to ensure his growth does not fall behind."

"An external martial soul, you say?" A flash of disappointment crossed Qian Daoliu's eyes.

The last person with an external martial soul was named Yu Xiaogang; he was quite famous, quite useless, and a very famous good-for-nothing.

"Baiyu." Feng Qingluan called out to his grandson and said, "Come over here and pay your respects."

Feng Baiyu walked to his grandfather's side and bowed to Qian Daoliu, saying, "Greetings, Great Pontiff."

"Mm, not bad." Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, but he soon noticed something amiss. "Your physical constitution is far beyond that of an ordinary person!"

He was clearly only at level fourteen, yet Qian Daoliu felt that the boy's physique already surpassed that of a level twenty power-attack system spirit master!

"In reply to the Great Pontiff," Feng Baiyu began, "I accidentally discovered a method to improve my constitution while flipping through some books a while ago. After many days of experimentation, I have slowly built up my body."