Yun Yun Wants Her Disciple to Be Independent, So She Chooses to Ignore J!

Wind Cliff.

At that moment, the figure of a six-year-old boy was sitting cross-legged at the edge of the cliff, utterly motionless.

Feng Yun had his eyes closed, cyan light flowing around him in endless loops like running water.

That light was more than several times denser than it had been a month ago.

Each breath in and out carried a clear whistling of wind, making his robes snap and flutter.

Buzz!

The last meridian in his body opened.

Cyan light flared!

A fresh breeze surged!

Feng Yun's eyes flew open, a sharp gleam flashing through his pupils.

He let out a long breath of turbid air. That breath actually carried a faint cyan trace of wind attribute lingering within it, circling in the air for a moment before it dispersed.

"Level ten."

Feng Yun looked down at his hands, the corners of his mouth stretching bit by bit almost to his ears.

"I'm level ten!"

He sprang up from the ground and paced wildly back and forth along the cliff edge.

"One month! It only took one month!"

"From level three to level ten! Seven levels in one jump!"

"What kind of level is this speed on Douluo Continent?"

He stopped, planted his hands on his hips, and looked up at the sky.

"Even Tang San would have to call me big bro!"

That was pure bragging.

Tang San, after all, had been born with full innate soul power, twin martial souls, and the Mysterious Heaven Technique.

But Feng Yun could not care about all that right now. He just wanted to show off.

"Wind Soaring Art is freaking awesome!"

After shouting that it was awesome several times, Feng Yun suddenly fell quiet.

He lowered his head and looked at the silver ring on his finger.

Morning light spilled over the ring, reflecting a gentle glimmer.

Yun Yun had been asleep for a month.

A whole month.

Ever since the day she had entered the ring, she had not appeared again.

"Master..."

Feng Yun sat back down at the edge of the cliff, cupping the ring, his voice carrying a few traces of genuine longing.

"I'm already level ten."

"When are you going to wake up?"

There was no reply.

"Do you know?"

"This past month, I've been cultivating at Wind Cliff every single day, sitting from morning until night. I'm about to grow calluses on my butt."

Still no reply.

"That show-off Feng Lie came looking for trouble with me three more times, and I couldn't even be bothered to deal with him."

There was still no reply.

Feng Yun sighed, brought the ring to his mouth, and lowered his voice. "Master Yun Yun, I miss you so much."

Inside the ring space.

Yun Yun floated cross-legged within a cyan halo.

Compared with a month ago, her soul body had become much more solid.

On that cold, stunningly beautiful face, her brows and features had also grown increasingly distinct.

She was meditating with her eyes closed.

Suddenly, Feng Yun's voice came in from the outside world and entered the space within the ring.

"Master Yun Yun, I miss you so much."

Yun Yun's eyelashes trembled lightly.

She opened her eyes.

Then she saw Feng Yun's large face leaning in extremely close.

Yes, she could see the outside world now.

Over the past month, she had gradually discovered that her soul power was closely tied to Feng Yun's progress.

Every time Feng Yun broke through another level of soul power, her soul would recover a little in tandem.

Not only had she regained her basic senses, she could even see everything outside clearly through the ring.

So she knew everything Feng Yun had done this past month.

She knew Feng Yun climbed Wind Cliff before dawn every day to cultivate, only returning after dark.

She knew Feng Yun had fallen three times while cultivating, and one time had nearly rolled off the edge of the cliff.

She knew Feng Yun talked to himself in the empty air, reciting the cultivation formulas she had taught him over and over.

She also knew... every night before going to sleep, Feng Yun would say to the ring, "Good night, Master."

The corners of Yun Yun's mouth lifted slightly.

But she did not choose to show herself.

There were two reasons.

First, she was still somewhat avoiding Feng Yun.

The awkwardness left behind by the Whale Glue incident had not completely faded.

The red mark on her chest where Feng Yun had bitten her had taken a full ten days to disappear completely.

Every time she thought of what happened that night, she felt her face grow hot.

The dignified ninth-generation sect master of the Cloud Mist Sect had been hugged, rubbed against, and gnawed on by a six-year-old disciple in an unconscious state.

Though no one knew.

She knew.

Being a master like this... was far too embarrassing.

Second, and more importantly, she wanted to train Feng Yun's independence.

This past month, without her guidance, Feng Yun had explored the Wind Soaring Art's cultivation on his own.

His focus had actually been even higher than when she was there.

When he ran into bottlenecks, he did not complain. He tried to break through them again and again by himself.

She had seen his rate of progress clearly.

Pride.

Yes, pride.

As Yun Yun looked at that young, childish face outside the ring, an emotion she had never experienced before welled up in her heart.

This child was the first disciple she had taken in this world, and also her only bond in this other world.

"I'll let you miss me for a few more days first."

Yun Yun murmured softly to herself, the tenderness in her eyes almost spilling over.

Then she closed her eyes again and continued meditating.

But no matter what, she could not suppress the smile at the corners of her mouth.

Feng Yun naturally did not know what had happened inside the ring.

He held the ring and muttered for most of the day, talking until his mouth was dry.

In the end, he could only accept reality. His master had not awakened yet.

"Fine."

Feng Yun patted his backside and stood up, his expression becoming resolute once more.

"Time to handle the important business first."

His soul power had reached level ten, which meant he could go hunt for his first soul ring and officially become a soul master.

This was the path every soul master on Douluo Continent had to take, and also the crucial step that determined the upper limit of their future.

The age and attributes of the first soul ring directly affected the quality of all soul rings that followed.

It was like laying the foundation before building a house.

The deeper and steadier the foundation, the higher the house could be built.

Feng Yun's goal was very clear: a wind-attribute soul beast, and as old as possible.

"I ate several chunks of thousand-year Whale Glue. My physique is more than just one level stronger than an ordinary soul master's."

Feng Yun counted on his fingers.

"In the original work, Tang San could absorb a four-hundred-year Mandala Snake as his first soul ring."

"With this body of mine, even if I can't do a thousand years, eight or nine hundred years should be no problem, right?"

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

"If I can get a top-grade nine-hundred-year wind-attribute soul ring, I'll really take off!"

"Meng Yiran? Feng Lie? I'll smash them all!"

Feng Yun moved his short little legs and jogged all the way toward the sect master's main hall.

For something like hunting a soul ring, it was still most reliable to go to his old man.

Wind Sword Sect, sect master's study.

Feng Bailong was reading the sect's account books.

A small figure pushed the door open and barged straight in.

"Dad!"

Feng Yun's voice carried excitement he couldn't suppress.

"I'm level ten! Take me to hunt a soul ring!"

"Crash!"

The account book in Feng Bailong's hands fell.

"Level ten?"

He looked up at his son.

In those eyes that had always been as calm as still water, clear ripples appeared for the first time.

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure! One hundred percent sure!" Feng Yun thumped his chest. "Test me if you don't believe it!"

Feng Bailong fell silent, then took a Soul Power Testing Crystal from the bookshelf.

The crystal was placed on the desk, and Feng Yun reached out and pressed his hand against it.

A blinding cyan light exploded out instantly.

Level ten!

Genuine level ten!

Feng Bailong's expression changed from calm to stunned.

A month ago, this brat had still been innate level three.

His engagement had been annulled.

He had been mocked.

The entire sect had pointed at him and called him trash.

A month later, level ten!

Feng Bailong felt as though all the steadiness he had cultivated over the years had been fed to the dogs.

"How did you do it?"

He stared into Feng Yun's eyes, his voice deep.

Feng Yun had long since prepared his excuse.

"I met a mysterious master."

Without his expression changing or his heart skipping a beat, he said, "It was under that master's guidance that my soul power improved so quickly."

Feng Bailong frowned slightly.

A mysterious master?

Though the Wind Sword Sect was not some top-tier sect, it at least controlled an entire mountain's worth of territory.

How could an outsider possibly sneak in without a sound?

And even take his son as a disciple?

Feng Bailong stared into Feng Yun's eyes, trying to see something in them.

Feng Yun met his gaze calmly.

Feng Yun's eyes were as clear as mountain spring water.

Expression control, full marks!

"..."

Feng Bailong stared at him for a long time.

He remembered how, a month ago, this brat had silenced Dragon Duke and Snake Granny in the main hall with a single line: "Do not look down on a poor young man."

Then he thought of how this brat had come asking for Whale Glue a few days ago, saying with a righteous face that it was "for training."

And now he was claiming he had some mysterious master.

Feng Bailong realized something.

This son of his was more mature than he had imagined, and far better at playing dumb.

"I won't ask who that master of yours is."

Feng Bailong withdrew his gaze, his tone returning to its usual steadiness.

"But there is one thing you must remember."

His voice suddenly became solemn.

"For a soul master's cultivation, the foundation matters most."

"Any power gained through shortcuts or crooked methods is nothing more than a castle in the air in the end."

"You are my son, Feng Bailong's son, and the young sect master of the Wind Sword Sect."

"I do not ask you to be unrivaled under heaven."

"I only ask that you walk the right path, and walk it steadily."

Feng Yun put away every trace of his cheeky grin.

He straightened and cupped his fists with both hands.

"Father, rest assured."

"Your son swears to you that I will never walk an evil path."

He enunciated every word, his voice ringing with conviction.

Hearing this, a smile finally bloomed on Feng Bailong's expressionless face.

It was very faint.

But it was relief.

"Good."

Feng Bailong rose and placed his large hand on Feng Yun's shoulder.

"Your father will personally take you soul hunting."