An Old Acquaintance, the Future Spirit Kite

The half-stalk of the mostly useless Three-Tailed Wind Leaf provided a truly significant boost to Feng Qingluan, its age increasing by a full 387 years before finally coming to a halt.

"Using medicinal herbs is far more efficient than using the corpses of spirit beasts!" Feng Baiyu thought to himself, then asked Little Black, "Does Qingluan like medicinal herbs?"

"Ooh~ ooh~" Little Black let out a cry. It could obviously see how much Qingluan favored that herb; was such a thing even worth asking?

Feng Baiyu felt that asking Little Black was a waste of time; he would be better off observing Qingluan himself.

Although the creature still ignored Feng Baiyu, he could tell that Qingluan was a bit more spirited than before.

Of course, it still lacked the ability to commit suicide.

As his pre-determined second spirit ring, Feng Baiyu could not afford to let anything happen to it. After confirming that Qingluan was fine, Feng Baiyu began to cultivate under the tree.

"Is this the efficacy of medicinal herbs?" After Feng Qingluan opened his eyes, the shock in his heart had yet to subside.

Just as his grandson had said, this Three-Tailed Wind Leaf had brought him a slight improvement.

This improvement might seem small, but for a Title Douluo of his level, it was something that might not be achieved even after a year of bitter cultivation.

Yet now, a mere Three-Tailed Wind Leaf had accomplished it for him!

If it were a celestial herb, would that not be equivalent to five or ten years of bitter cultivation?

"Spirit masters have severely neglected the development of medicinal herbs!" Feng Qingluan sighed, feeling that he should seek advice from a professional.

"Within Spirit Hall, the one with the most research on herbs should be that sissy, Chrysanthemum Guan!" Feng Qingluan frowned and muttered, "Outside of Spirit Hall, it would have to be the Yang family of the Break Clan!"

Feng Qingluan knew that Yang Wushuang of the Break Clan was still locked up in the Spirit Hall prison; for the sake of medicinal herbs, he felt it necessary to go and have a talk with him.

If he could win the man over, it would be a tremendous help to his grandson.

"Grandfather, are you finished refining?" When Feng Baiyu opened his eyes, he found his grandfather standing guard nearby.

"Finished." Feng Qingluan looked at his grandson and said with a smile, "Baiyu, this herb truly has its unique merits. That Three-Tailed Wind Leaf not only increased my total spirit power but also my speed and perception. For me, it is equivalent to saving a year of closed-door cultivation."

If a single Three-Tailed Wind Leaf had this effect, what would happen if he could obtain a true celestial herb in the future?

Level 98? Or perhaps level 99?

Feng Qingluan felt that he had more and more to look forward to. With his grandson by his side, reaching the level of the Great Consecrator was only a matter of time!

"Congratulations, Grandfather." Hearing his grandfather's words, Feng Baiyu felt extremely happy for his improvement.

As his only living relative, the stronger he was, the better.

As for the matter of second-tier gods being unable to bring relatives to ascend to the God Realm...

Feng Baiyu thought he could take the Vast Sea Universe Shroud and give it to his grandfather; perhaps his grandfather could complete the Nine Trials of the Sea God!

Even if Feng Baiyu felt the hope was slim, it could still be used to cultivate others. Regardless of who it went to, he could not let this treasure fall into the hands of the Three Ghosts of the Huang Family.

"Baiyu," Feng Qingluan said, "I intend to go find Yang Wushuang to consult him on more questions regarding medicinal herbs. Oh, that Yang Wushuang is from the Break Clan; they are very well-versed in herbs."

Feng Baiyu explained his thoughts, adding, "The Compendium of Flora and Herbs you looked at before is only theoretical. I plan to have him take a look and see if we can obtain more information."

"That is excellent, Grandfather, please go ahead," Feng Baiyu said. "I heard the Break Clan has very strong offensive power. If you can bring him into our fold, that would be even better."

"Asking him for some information might be possible, but bringing him into the fold is a difficult matter," Feng Qingluan shook his head. "That fellow has been locked in prison for a long time; if he wanted to be recruited, he would have surrendered long ago."

Feng Qingluan did not like making reckless promises he couldn't keep. He stated the worst-case scenario, yet he would still make his greatest effort.

If it succeeded, it would be a pleasant surprise!

"Grandfather, I will be able to raise my spirit power to level 20 in these next few days," Feng Baiyu suddenly said. "Once I absorb this spirit ring, I estimate I will have at least level 23 spirit power. By then, my First Trial of the Phoenix God will be complete."

"The First Trial of the Phoenix God?" Feng Qingluan listened to his grandson and nodded slightly. "It seems that the fact you have gained the favor of a deity will soon be impossible to hide."

Once the first trial ended, Feng Baiyu's first two spirit rings would increase in age.

When two highly unusual purple spirit rings appeared, how could the Great Consecrator Qian Daoliu not know the reason?

A person possessing a divine inheritance would naturally see their status in Spirit City rise accordingly. Even though the Feng Family was already one of the top five in Spirit City, they would likely leap to become the second!

Feng Baiyu and Feng Qingluan were not worried about the Great Consecrator feeling threatened and taking action against them, but that madwoman Bibi Dong was a different story!

That woman was a lunatic with immense talent and an unstable mind; anything could happen in her head.

However, Feng Qingluan and Feng Baiyu were not panicked. They were part of the Consecration Hall faction; would 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, there would be no issues unless the Great Consecrator himself blocked the way.

After the grandfather and grandson finished talking, Feng Qingluan went to the prison to find Yang Wushuang, while Feng Baiyu remained behind to continue his cultivation.

However, Feng Qingluan's luck was not particularly good.

"He has already been taken away?" Feng Qingluan frowned upon hearing the jailer's words. "When was he taken?"

"In reply to the Third Consecrator, that Yang Wushuang was secretly taken away a month ago," the jailer said hurriedly. "The other party held an order from Her Holiness the Pope, so I did not dare to ask."

"Very well, that will be all."

Knowing that Bibi Dong was involved, Feng Qingluan did not ask any further questions. Unless necessary, he did not wish to have any dealings with her.

"Oh, Third Consecrator."

Just as Feng Qingluan was walking out, a beautiful woman approached from not far away.

The woman appeared to be twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, with a head of fiery red hair that was incredibly striking. Her figure was scorching; a tight-fitting black leather outfit outlined her perfect curves to the fullest. Her waist was slender yet full of power, and her legs were long and straight, making it impossible for anyone to look away.

"It's Little Eagle," Feng Qingluan said with a smile upon seeing her. "I haven't seen you in several years, and your spirit power has already reached level ninety. What's the matter, are you not in a hurry to go find a spirit ring?"

Little Eagle was the name Feng Qingluan used for the woman before him. Her parents had named her "War Eagle," but she didn't particularly care for it.

War Eagle was one of the rare female powerhouses in Spirit Hall, and indeed the entire Douluo Continent. Her spirit was the [Blazing Spirit Kite], and it appeared she had just broken through to level ninety. Once she obtained her ninth spirit ring, she would become the third female Title Douluo in the world!

"Suitable spirit rings aren't exactly easy to find," War Eagle said with a wry smile. She looked at Feng Qingluan, her eyes filled with envy. "Unlike you, who is not only stronger but also looks younger."

"Spirit rings, huh..." Feng Qingluan hesitated for a moment before speaking. "If you aren't in a rush, how about I take you to hunt a spirit beast after some time has passed?"