Half of a useless [Three-Tailed Wind Leaf] had given Azure Luan quite a substantial boost. Its age had increased by 387 years before finally stopping.
"Herbs are much more efficient than Soul Beast corpses for increasing strength!" Feng Baiyu thought. Then he asked Little Black, "Does Azure Luan really like herbs?"
"Caw~ caw~" Little Black called out. Of course he could tell Azure Luan liked that herb. What was there to ask?
Feng Baiyu felt that asking Little Black was pointless. He might as well observe Azure Luan himself.
Although the fellow still paid Feng Baiyu no mind, he could tell Azure Luan was a little livelier than before.
Of course, it still wasn't capable of committing suicide.
As his intended Second Soul Ring, Feng Baiyu couldn't let anything happen to it. After confirming that Azure Luan was fine, Feng Baiyu began cultivating beneath the tree.
"Is this the effect of herbs?" After Feng Qingluan opened his eyes, he was still deeply shaken.
Just as his grandson had said, this [Three-Tailed Wind Leaf] had brought him a slight improvement.
It might not seem like much, but for a Titled Douluo of his level, it was something he might not gain even after a year of hard cultivation.
Yet a mere [Three-Tailed Wind Leaf] had done it!
If it were an Immortal Herb, wouldn't it be equivalent to five or even ten years of hard cultivation?
"Soul Masters have done far too little to develop the potential of herbs!" Feng Qingluan exclaimed. He felt he ought to consult a specialist.
"The one in Spirit Hall who knows the most about herbs is probably that sissy, Chrysanthemum Guan!" Feng Qingluan frowned, then continued, "Outside Spirit Hall, it would probably be the Yang family of the Breaking Clan!"
Feng Qingluan knew that Yang Wushuang of the Breaking Clan was still locked up in Spirit Hall's prison. For the sake of herbs, he felt it was worth going to have a heart-to-heart with him.
If he could win Yang Wushuang over, that would be a huge help to his grandson, too.
"Grandpa, have you finished refining it?" When Feng Baiyu opened his eyes, he saw his grandfather standing guard nearby.
"I have." Feng Qingluan looked at his grandson and smiled. "Baiyu, this herb really does have its own unique benefits. That [Three-Tailed Wind Leaf] not only increased my total Soul Power, but also improved my speed and perception. For me, it was like saving a year of closed-door cultivation."
If a single [Three-Tailed Wind Leaf] had this effect, what would happen if he obtained a true Immortal Herb one day?
Level 98? Or Level 99?
Feng Qingluan felt more hopeful than ever. With his grandson around, reaching the Grand Pontiff's level was only a matter of time!
"Congratulations, Grandpa." Hearing his grandfather's words, Feng Baiyu was delighted by his improvement.
As his only relative, of course he wanted his grandfather to grow as strong as possible.
As for the fact that a Second-Tier God couldn't bring relatives along when ascending to the Divine Realm...
Feng Baiyu thought he could give Grandpa the [Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud]. Maybe his grandfather could take the [Nine Trials of the Sea God]!
Even if Feng Baiyu thought the odds were low, he could use it to cultivate someone else. No matter who it went to, he couldn't let such a treasure fall into the hands of the Three Ghosts of the Huang Family.
"Baiyu," Feng Qingluan said, "I plan to ask Yang Wushuang more about herbs. He's from the Breaking Clan, by the way. They know a great deal about herbs."
Feng Baiyu explained his idea, then said, "The Compendium of Flora and Herbs you read earlier is just a theoretical book. I want to ask him if he can get us more materials."
"That's a good idea. Go ahead, Grandpa." Feng Baiyu continued, "I hear the Breaking Clan has tremendous offensive power. It'd be even better if you could bring him into our fold."
"Getting some materials from him might be possible, but bringing him into our fold won't be easy." Feng Qingluan shook his head. "That fellow's been in prison for a long time. If he'd wanted to surrender and join us, he would've done so ages ago."
Feng Qingluan didn't like making promises he couldn't keep. He laid out the worst-case scenario, but would still do his utmost.
If it worked out, then it would be a pleasant surprise!
"Grandpa, I'll be able to raise my Soul Power to Level 20 in the next few days," Feng Baiyu suddenly said. "After I absorb this Soul Ring, I should have at least Level 23 Soul Power. By then, I'll have completed my [First Trial of the Phoenix God]."
"The First Trial of the Phoenix God?" Feng Qingluan listened to his grandson and nodded slightly. "Looks like you won't be able to keep the fact that a Deity has taken a liking to you secret much longer."
Once the First Trial was complete, the age of Feng Baiyu's first two Soul Rings would increase.
With two striking purple Soul Rings appearing, how could Grand Pontiff Qian Daoliu not know the reason?
Someone with a Deity's legacy would naturally rise in standing within Spirit City. Even though the Feng Family was already among the top five powers in Spirit City, they might leap all the way to second place!
Feng Baiyu and Feng Qingluan weren't worried that the Grand Pontiff would feel threatened and move against them, but Bibi Dong, that madwoman, was another matter!
She was a lunatic with great talent and a screw loose; she could come up with any kind of crazy idea.
Still, Feng Qingluan and Feng Baiyu weren't worried. They belonged to the Worship Hall's faction. Why should they fear a mere Pope?
If she truly pushed them too far, Feng Qingluan could take his grandson and leave Spirit Hall at any time.
With Feng Qingluan's cultivation and speed, they would be fine unless the Grand Pontiff blocked their way.
After the grandfather and grandson finished talking, Feng Qingluan went to the prison to find Yang Wushuang. Feng Baiyu stayed behind to continue cultivating.
However, Feng Qingluan wasn't very lucky.
"He's already been taken away?" Feng Qingluan frowned at the jailer's words. "When was he taken?"
"Reporting to the Third Offering, Yang Wushuang was secretly taken away a month ago," the jailer replied hurriedly. "The other party had an order from His Holiness the Pope, so I didn't dare ask any questions."
"Very well. You can go."
Once Feng Qingluan learned that Bibi Dong was involved, he didn't ask any further questions. Unless absolutely necessary, he wanted nothing to do with Bibi Dong.
"Oh, Third Offering."
As Feng Qingluan headed out, a beautiful woman approached from not far away.
She looked to be around twenty-eight or twenty-nine, with a striking head of fiery red hair. Her figure was voluptuous, and her tight black leather outfit perfectly traced her curves. Her waist was slender yet powerful, and her long, straight legs were impossible to look away from.
"Little Eagle." Feng Qingluan smiled when he saw her. "It's been years, and your Soul Power has already reached Level 90. Aren't you in a hurry to find a Soul Ring?"
Little Eagle was what Feng Qingluan called the woman before him. Her parents had named her "War Eagle," but she didn't much care for the name.
War Eagle was one of the few powerful women in Spirit Hall, or even across the entire Douluo Continent. Her Martial Soul was [Blazing Spirit Kite], and it seemed she had just broken through to Level 90. Once she obtained her Ninth Soul Ring, she would become the third-ranked female Titled Douluo of the era!
"Suitable Soul Rings aren't so easy to find." War Eagle gave a wry smile. She looked at Feng Qingluan, her eyes full of envy. "You, on the other hand, are not only stronger—you look younger, too."
"Your Soul Ring..." Feng Qingluan hesitated for a moment, then said, "If you're not in a hurry, how about I take you to hunt Soul Beasts in a while?"
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