Playing the Victim Was Right! Yun Yun Is Kind-Hearted! Dou Qi Cultivation Method!

Yun Yun felt a little uncomfortable under Feng Yun's stare.

She kept feeling that the way this six-year-old child looked at her was especially heated.

That heat was not the curiosity of a child seeing something beautiful, but...

She could not quite put it into words.

In any case, it did not seem like a six-year-old.

"Ahem."

Feng Yun gave two dry coughs and withdrew his gaze.

His mind spun rapidly.

Since Yun Yun was the granny in his ring, he definitely had to get some benefits out of her.

It was not that he was being too realistic. This starting point was just too hellish.

The trash label had already been slapped onto him.

The three-year agreement had also been signed.

If he did not hurry up and cling to a powerful backer, in three years, Meng Yiran really would press him into the ground and grind him down.

That scene was too beautiful for him to dare imagine.

So Feng Yun took a deep breath.

The next second, his eyes reddened, and his acting was astonishing!

"Sect Master Yun..."

There was a slight tremble in his voice. "Can the innate soul power you absorbed still be returned?"

"..."

Yun Yun's expression froze slightly.

"You may not know this."

Feng Yun lowered his head, his little fists clenched tight, his voice full of grievance.

"Ever since I tested as having innate rank-three soul power, as the young sect master, the entire sect has been laughing at me as trash."

"The Great Elder's son, Feng Lie, tells everyone he meets that I'm not worthy of being the young sect master."

"And today, that fiancée I'd never even met brought her elders to our door to break off the engagement, pointing at my nose in front of the entire sect and calling me a good-for-nothing."

"My father is the master of a sect. He lost all face, yet couldn't say a single word."

He lifted his head and looked at Yun Yun pitifully, his eyes slightly red.

"I just want to make my father proud of me once."

Those words were half true and half false.

The grievance was real grievance.

But there was an even greater element of playing miserable.

"..."

Yun Yun was silent for quite a while.

On that cool, aloof face, a rare trace of awkwardness and guilt surfaced.

As an upright person, she knew very clearly that the child's current predicament ultimately traced back to her.

If she had not unconsciously absorbed his innate soul power in the chaos, he would have been a genius with full innate soul power.

The pride of the sect.

His father's glory.

His fiancée's respect.

Everything that should have belonged to him had been unintentionally taken away by her.

"Sigh..."

Yun Yun sighed.

"Child, what happened to you... reminds me of my disciple."

Her gaze was somewhat complicated, and her tone carried a hint of emotion.

Feng Yun froze.

Yun Yun's disciple?

Wasn't that Nalan Yanran!

Wait, wasn't Nalan Yanran the one who went to break off the engagement?

She was the one breaking it off.

I was the one it got broken off with.

The two of us are complete opposites!

For a moment, Feng Yun's expression turned rather subtle.

"My disciple, Nalan Yanran, once wished to break off an engagement because she was dissatisfied with a marriage arrangement set by her family."

And the one whose engagement she broke off seemed to be a fallen genius named Xiao Yan.

To be precise, she felt that Feng Yun was very much like this Xiao Yan.

Yun Yun spoke softly, a trace of reminiscence flashing through her eyes.

Then she reined in her emotions and looked at Feng Yun with a solemn expression.

"This matter arose because of me. I should make compensation."

Here it came!

Feng Yun's eyes lit up.

But he still tried hard to maintain his pitiful expression.

He couldn't laugh. If he laughed, the act would fall apart!

"What compensation does Sect Master Yun want to give me?"

He tilted up his little face, looking expectant.

Yun Yun pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "The rules of this world are completely different from those of the Dou Qi Continent."

"What you cultivate is the martial soul system, while what I cultivate is the dou qi system."

"I'm not certain whether the cultivation methods and dou techniques I possess can be reproduced in this world."

She looked at Feng Yun.

"However, your martial soul is wind."

The corners of Yun Yun's lips lifted slightly, revealing the faintest hint of a smile, like a snow lotus blooming atop an iceberg.

"That does give us some affinity."

"If you're willing, I can try teaching you the cultivation methods of the Dou Qi Continent."

Feng Yun's eyes instantly shone.

Their brightness was comparable to Tang San's Purple Demon Eye.

Dou qi!

If he really could learn it, that would be insanely awesome!

What were soul rings and soul skills?

They were skills passively obtained after hunting soul beasts.

One soul ring came with one or two soul skills. It was stiff as hell.

And the effects of soul skills were basically fixed, leaving little room for maneuver.

But dou techniques were different!

Dou techniques were actively learned.

As long as he had enough dou qi, he could learn as many as he wanted!

And he could alter and combine them according to his own understanding, or even create entirely new dou techniques.

Most importantly, Yun Yun had been a Dou Emperor powerhouse in life!

What did Dou Emperor mean?

Converted to the Douluo Continent, she would at least start at the level of a Titled Douluo, right?

The dou techniques in the hands of such a big shot, even if they were only Xuan class, would be a dimensional strike if placed on the Douluo Continent!

Of course, the prerequisite was that the Douluo Continent could cultivate dou qi.

"I'm willing!"

Without another word, Feng Yun dropped to his knees.

"Please teach me, Sect Master Yun!"

He kowtowed, his movements so standard they were almost ridiculous.

Yun Yun was caught somewhat off guard by his kneeling.

Her soul body rippled slightly.

Looking at the child kneeling on the ground, a trace of gentleness appeared in her eyes.

In this unfamiliar world, she had lost her physical body, lost her sect, lost everything.

Now, this child had given her something to hold on to.

"Get up."

Yun Yun's voice was still cool and clear, but it carried a little more warmth.

Feng Yun grinned and scrambled to his feet.

"Um... Sect Master Yun."

Feng Yun rubbed his little hands together, blinked, and asked with a face full of anticipation.

"What can you teach me?"

Yun Yun looked at his impatient, monkeylike eagerness and shook her head helplessly.

But she did not find it annoying.

This child was endearingly honest.

"Your foundation is too poor. Cultivation comes first."

With one sentence, Yun Yun knocked Feng Yun right back to reality.

"..."

That made so much sense, he could not refute it.

"I will first teach you a wind-attribute Dou Qi cultivation method."

Yun Yun raised her hand and tapped a finger into the air. A wisp of azure light gathered at her fingertip. "It is called the Wind Soaring Art."

"The Wind Soaring Art is one of my Cloud Mist Sect's core cultivation methods, divided into nine levels."

"The first three levels are the foundation, focused on condensing and circulating the wind-attribute Dou Qi within your body."

"The middle three levels are advanced, involving the release and control of Dou Qi outside the body."

"The final three levels bring it to completion, allowing one to transform into the clear wind itself."

As her words fell, that wisp of azure light turned into a streak and shot into Feng Yun's brow.

Feng Yun only felt a chill between his brows.

A vast torrent of information flooded into his mind.

A complete cultivation method!

It included the circulation routes of Dou Qi, the method of breathing and absorption, and the method of refinement.

The amount of information was enormous, but it was clearly organized.

Most wondrous of all, he felt no difficulty understanding it.

It was as if this cultivation method had been tailor-made just for him.

Suddenly, Yun Yun's soul body also began to flicker slightly at that moment, becoming somewhat transparent.

Yun Yun lowered her head and looked at her hands, which were turning translucent, a trace of fatigue in her voice.

Feng Yun's heart tightened. "Sect Master Yun Yun, you..."

"It is nothing."

Yun Yun shook her head, her expression still calm.

"I only need to rest for a while."

"Cultivate properly according to the Wind Soaring Art. When I awaken, I will check your progress."

With that, her figure turned into a streak of azure light and sank back into the ring.

The room returned to silence.

Feng Yun lowered his head and looked at the ring on his finger.

A silver band, perfectly ordinary.

But the way he looked at this ring now was completely different.

Living inside it was a Dou Emperor powerhouse—and a great beauty at that!

"Hehehe..."

Feng Yun could not help laughing out loud.

He suddenly sprang up and danced wildly on the bed in a frenzy of joy.

"A Dou Emperor expert! Dou Qi and Dou Techniques! I'm about to soar!"

"The three-year agreement?"

"Three years from now, I'll beat Meng Yiran until she calls me Daddy!"

"I'll let the whole sect see the fallen genius return!"

He was so excited he rolled back and forth on the bed, looking exactly like the scene of a psychotic episode.

Only after rolling around for quite a while did he finally stop.

Feng Yun sat cross-legged, then took a deep breath.

"No, I have to hurry up and cultivate."

"Cultivate, cultivate!"

Feng Yun closed his eyes and circulated his energy along the route of the Wind Soaring Art.

Green light flickered across the surface of his body.

Moonlight poured in through the window lattice, falling across his young yet focused face.

The youth had stepped onto a path of cultivation completely different from that of this world.

And on his finger, that silver ring quietly shimmered with faint light, as though watching it all.