Lurking for Six Years, Intercepting a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone

Notting City, Notting Academy.

In June, the gates of Notting Academy were packed with people. Luggage of all shapes and sizes was piled along the roadside, and everywhere were graduating students busy saying their goodbyes and parents picking up their children.

Gu Feng stood in the shade of the parasol tree by the school gate, casually plucking a fallen leaf hanging from his shoulder.

Not far away, a youth dressed in a washed-white blue fitted martial outfit brought along a pretty girl tied with a scorpion-tail braid.

Third Brother, walk a bit faster! I heard Suotuo City is much more fun than Notting City, let's head over earlier.

Xiao Wu happily urged Tang San.

Xiao Wu, walk slower. The journey to Suotuo City is long, don't rush.

Tang San said helplessly.

Gu Feng watched the two walk away with an intentional or unintentional gaze. After a good while, he finally spoke.

They're finally gone. It's also time to start my own scheming.

Twelve years ago, he inexplicably transmigrated to Douluo Continent. Ever since he could remember at age three, he had become a little orphan without father or mother in Holy Soul Village.

Village Chief Old Jack was a kind-hearted old man who would rather drink two fewer bowls of thin gruel himself every day, and would always portion out half a bowl of coarse rice paste or two pieces of roasted sweet potato to stuff him with, forcibly pulling him up to the age of six.

On the day of the Martial Soul awakening, Master Su Yuntao measured two children with Soul Power in Holy Soul Village. One was Tang San with Innate Full Soul Power, and the other was none other than him, Gu Feng.

His Martial Soul was wind, the wind element, and his Innate Soul Power reached level seven.

After Gu Feng awakened his Martial Soul, he didn't obtain any so-called golden finger, nor was there any system that went ding-dong.

On this continent of the jungle law, an orphan of civilian origin who wanted to survive, and even wanted to climb to the peak to control his own life and death, his sole reliance was hard cultivation, plus all the plotlines packed inside his brain.

This was a supernatural world, and only by making himself strong enough could he control his own destiny!

During the six years of Notting Academy life, while Tang San forged iron and practiced the Mysterious Heaven Skill, Gu Feng hid in the dense forest behind the academy's back mountain, polishing his wind-attribute Soul Power over and over again.

Now graduating at twelve years old, his Soul Power level had steadily stopped at the realm of a level-twenty-eight Soul Grandmaster.

Although this speed was very fast, the moment Gu Feng thought of Zhu Zhuqing being able to break through level twenty-seven at a little over eleven years old, he still felt his cultivation speed was not that fast.

What's more, the path of cultivation was a matter of every second counting; those fortuitous encounters were naturally things he, Gu Feng, had to contend for!

Now that Tang San and Xiao Wu had left Notting City to head for Suotuo City, Tang Hao definitely could not remain in Holy Soul Village.

After all, Tang San had a little rabbit who was a transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast by his side, and Tang Hao would not let Xiao Wu leave his sight.

Thinking thus, Gu Feng lingered no longer and hurried back along the main road leading to Holy Soul Village.

More than half an hour later.

With gentle breezes revolving around his entire body, Gu Feng's footsteps were brisk, and he soon returned to Holy Soul Village.

At the head of the village, Old Jack was leaning on a cane, chatting idly with a few villagers basking in the sun.

"Grandpa Jack."

Gu Feng strode forward and greeted him.

Old Jack turned around, the cane in his hand tapping twice on the ground with muffled thuds.

"Little Feng? Why have you come back today, is Notting Academy on break?"

"Grandpa Jack, I've graduated from Notting Primary Soul Master Academy."

Gu Feng walked up to Old Jack and stopped, standing still.

"Graduated? Good, good, a good boy with prospects!"

Old Jack smiled from ear to ear and patted Gu Feng on the shoulder.

"Where is that child Little San, didn't he come back to the village with you?"

"Tang San went to find an intermediate academy over in Suotuo City."

Gu Feng's tone was ordinary, mentioning nothing else.

"Then what about you, where do you plan to go next?"

Old Jack asked with concern.

"I also plan to go and look around other provinces, to find an intermediate soul master academy more suited for wind-attribute Martial Souls."

"Good, good, good. Young people must go outside; holled up in our Holy Soul Village has no future."

Old Jack fished two packs of dry rations wrapped in oiled paper out of his bosom and directly shoved them into Gu Feng's hands.

"Take them to eat on the road; if it's not enough, Grandpa still has a few copper soul coins here."

"It's enough, Grandpa Jack. I took on work-study jobs at the academy and saved up some money."

Gu Feng put away the dry rations and bade farewell to Old Jack.

He passed through the familiar path in the village and headed straight back to that dilapidated earthen cottage of his own at the tail end of the village.

The furnishings inside the house were simple; besides a wooden bed, there was only a set of tables and chairs with missing corners.

Gu Feng closed the wooden door tightly with a backhand motion, walked over to the bed, and sat down cross-legged.

He closed his eyes and began to mobilize the wind-element martial soul within his body.

The wind flowed slowly around him, spreading through the cracks in the doors and windows to the entire village.

The gentle breeze within a radius of hundreds of meters was transmitting any movement.

The blacksmith shop was completely empty, and even the scent of the extinguished furnace fire had long since dissipated.

There was no strong person's soul power fluctuation anywhere in Holy Soul Village.

Gu Feng withdrew his soul power and stood up.

Tang Hao had indeed secretly followed Tang San to Suotuo City long ago.

Making sure there was no one around, Gu Feng pushed open the door, his figure turning into a shadow as he silently slipped toward the depths of the back mountain behind the village.

The waterfall at the back mountain rushed swiftly, crashing into the pool and producing a continuous, muffled sound.

Gu Feng stopped by the pool, mobilizing the wind-attribute soul power in his body to form an extremely thin barrier of airflow on the surface of his skin.

This was a technique he had figured out over six years; utilizing airflow to wrap around himself could completely isolate his own aura.

He leaped forward, stepping on protruding rocks, and directly pierced through the water curtain of the waterfall, landing steadily in the hidden cave behind it.

The light inside the cave was very dim, and the air was extremely humid.

Gu Feng did not light a fire, relying on the wind's perception to distinguish the direction as he slowly walked into the cave.

There was a fissure inside the cave, and a streak of daylight happened to shine on a patch of mud in the center.

Right in the middle of the mud patch, a slender blue grass grew in solitary isolation.

The surface of the grass leaves carried faint golden patterns, emitting a weak golden light in the dim stone cave.

The Blue Silver Emperor, Ah Yin.

Gu Feng stopped in his tracks, standing two meters away.

He did not waste time, squatting down and condensing soul power in his hands to carefully dig out the soil around the Blue Silver Emperor in one complete piece.

Roots and mud included, he directly dug out the entire Blue Silver Emperor.

Gu Feng tore a piece of coarse burlap from his bosom, wrapped the Blue Silver Emperor tightly, and stuffed it into his small portable cloth bag.

He prepared to leave the territory of Holy Soul Village and find some secluded wilderness to burn it directly into ashes, which would completely cut off any future trouble.

Otherwise, if Ah Yin were to leak the information that he had been to the cave, the losses would outweigh the gains.

After dealing with the Blue Silver Grass, Gu Feng walked toward the stone wall above the stone chamber.

He raised his hand to tap the stone wall, probing the internal structure with the force of the wind.

Accompanying a few hollow, light sounds, Gu Feng reached out to grope along the upper part of the stone wall, quickly prying off a loose stone brick.

Behind the stone brick was a hidden compartment, inside which placed a heavy wooden box.

Gu Feng took out the wooden box and directly flipped open the lid.

Inside the wooden box was a right leg bone emitting rich life fluctuations.

The Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone.

Gu Feng closed the box, wrapped it securely with cloth, and strapped it to his back.

He quickly cleared away the traces on the ground, turned and left the stone chamber, passed through the waterfall, and vanished into the dense woods of the back mountain.

Two hours later.

Gu Feng completely left the jurisdiction of Notting City.

He did not take the main road, following desolate trails all the way north and traveling over a hundred miles.

Before dark, Gu Feng arrived at a remote small town named Beishan Town.

He found an inconspicuous small inn at the edge of the town, paid ten copper soul coins, and asked for a secluded single room.

After entering the room and locking the door from the inside, Gu Feng pulled the curtains tight.

He first took out the bundle of Blue Silver Emperor wrapped in cloth from his bag.

The guest room was equipped with a charcoal brazier used for warmth.

Gu Feng fetched a fire starter, ignited the charcoal fire, and threw the entire Blue Silver Emperor into the basin.

The soul power breeze gently stirred the flame, and the crimson fire rapidly enveloped the blue grass leaves.

The golden patterns twisted in the fire, and in less than half a quarter of an hour, the entire Blue Silver Emperor completely turned into a clump of black ash.

Gu Feng thoroughly stirred the charcoal ash with tea, poured it directly into the indoor sewage pipe, and flushed it clean.

After finishing all this, only a burnt smell remained in the room.

Only then did Gu Feng sit on the bed, take a deep, steady breath, and take out the wooden box containing the soul bone.

The blue-gold soul bone was cradled in his palm.

Gu Feng calmed his mind, mobilized the wind-attribute soul power in his body, and slowly enveloped the right leg bone in his hand.

The blue-gold light spread along his palm, transforming into a rich and gentle warm current that traveled all the way down his arm meridians and surged into his right leg.

Massive life force frantically repaired the hidden injuries accumulated from six years of bitter cultivation, and Gu Feng's physique and talent were completely improved by this Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.

At the same time, Gu Feng's Soul Power also rose steadily.

An hour later, Gu Feng opened his eyes; the hidden injuries inside his body had vanished, and his meridians were incomparably clear.

As for the soul skills of the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone, they remained flight and healing.

His flight soul skill, paired with Gu Feng's original wind-attribute Martial Soul, allowed him to far surpass agility-attack soul masters of the same rank in speed. Even Soul Ancestors could not match his speed.

I've reached level thirty, so I must obtain a third Soul Ring as soon as possible. After that, I'll first go to Heaven Dou City to try my luck, and then see if I can enter Godwind Academy.

After all, only within Godwind Academy is the effect of cultivating a wind-attribute Martial Soul the best.

After Gu Feng thought it through and made his arrangements, he fell directly into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Gu Feng checked out of his room and continued on his way.