Teaching Mental Distraction Control, Searching the Entire Continent for Top-Grade Soul Bones

She trotted all the way up to Gu Feng.

"Big Brother Feng! You are amazing!"

Ning Rongrong pointed at the huge crater in the back mountain, looking extremely shocked.

"That thing just now spun so fast it made my head dizzy, and all the rocks in the back mountain are smashed!"

Gu Feng lowered his hands, shook his head, and smiled.

"Rongrong, that move didn't work out, so it counts as a failure."

"How is that a failure? The commotion was clearly so big!"

Ning Rongrong akimbo, lifting her chin in retort.

"Look, the back mountain was flattened by you in one spot. If that hit Yu Tianheng, his dragon claw would probably be crippled on the spot."

"Opponents in actual combat won't stand around waiting for me to charge a big move. My Qi gathering was too slow just now, and it wouldn't work at all in a real fight."

Gu Feng walked over to the stone stool and sat down, casually pouring a cup of cold tea.

Ning Rongrong hurried over along with him, sitting down beside him.

"That's still super impressive though. How many Soul Ancestors on the entire continent can create their own soul skills?"

"Your Wind God Finger from before was already scary enough, and now you've come up with this new trick. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't even dare to imagine it."

Ning Rongrong cupped her cheeks in her hands, her voice brisk and full of adoration for Gu Feng.

Just as her voice trailed off, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.

Three figures walked in briskly.

Ning Fengzhi walked at the very front, followed by Chen Xin and Gu Rong.

The commotion from the back mountain just now was truly not small, and even the windows of the sect's council hall had rattled from the vibration.

As soon as Chen Xin entered the door, he first inspected Ning Rongrong's condition.

Seeing Ning Rongrong sitting there safe and sound, Chen Xin then turned his head to look around the courtyard.

The stone slabs on the ground were split by dozens of deep trenches, and the back mountain cliff had an extra pit several meters wide.

Gu Rong walked over to the edge of the pit, glanced down, and smacked his lips.

"Little Feng, you brat not sleeping in the middle of the night, demolishing the back mountain for fun?"

Gu Feng hurriedly stood up and bowed.

"Uncle Ning, Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Gu."

"I was just trying to deduce a new self-created soul skill, and my hand wasn't steady for a moment. The commotion got a bit loud and disturbed you elders."

Ning Fengzhi walked to the edge of the rear cliff, looking down at the rubble chopped into powder.

"Deducing a self-created soul skill?"

Ning Fengzhi turned back around, his tone somewhat surprised.

"Your Wind God Finger move from before was already astonishing enough, and now you're pondering a new method of attack?"

Gu Feng did not hesitate and replied truthfully.

"That move takes the path of single-point penetration. Facing swarms of enemies or large-scale heavy shields, the effect is limited."

"I wanted to try compressing the wind element into a high-speed rotating wind blade ball, throwing it out for large-scale cutting."

"However, this move has extremely high demands for the precise manipulation of spiritual power and soul power."

"The inner layer spins in reverse while the outer layer spins forward; the slightest deviation causes it to spiral out of control, and my control and spiritual power are still a notch short."

Hearing these words, Chen Xin's expression shifted slightly, and he stepped forward to grip Gu Feng's wrist to probe him.

"Your soul power isn't damaged, but there are some residual counter-current vortexes in the meridians. You brat, your boldness is truly too great."

Gu Rong also crowded over, reaching out to pat Gu Feng's shoulder.

"To think up such a wacky trick, your brain really turns fast."

"Still, this old man has lived for almost a hundred years, and I've never seen any Soul Ancestor dare to recklessly torment the soul power inside their body like this. What would you do if you accidentally blew yourself up and crippled yourself?"

Ning Fengzhi stood to the side, lowering his head to muse for a moment.

Suddenly, Ning Fengzhi seemed to think of something and slapped his thigh with a hand.

"It requires simultaneously and delicately manipulating two or more completely different soul power circulation directions?"

Gu Feng nodded and continued.

"Exactly. One must use one mind with two tasks, or even split the mind into multiple tasks."

Ning Fengzhi smiled, the expression on his face relaxing.

"Little Feng, you're looking right under the lamp."

"When it comes to precisely mobilizing multiple soul power streams simultaneously, which sect under heaven can compare to our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"

Ning Rongrong immediately reacted from the side, excitedly tugging at Gu Feng's sleeve.

"That's right! Big Brother Feng! Heart Separation Control!"

"Our sect's Heart Separation Control Secret Method is specially trained for this!"

Gu Feng wore a slightly startled expression.

That's right, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's Heart Separation Control Secret Method.

How could he have forgotten about it.

Ning Fengzhi put away his smile, his expression turning serious.

"Heart Separation Control originally was indeed a secret technique passed down generation after generation within our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda lineage, and ordinary outsiders have absolutely no way to touch it."

"But you are no longer an outsider now; this technique is precisely the best method to solve your current predicament."

Upon hearing this, Gu Feng cupped his fists in a bow.

"Many thanks to Uncle Ning for passing this on without reservation."

Ning Fengzhi waved a hand, reaching out to help Gu Feng up.

"No need to be polite."

"Speaking of kindness, the fairy herb you gave Rongrong allowed the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to reappear on the continent—this sentiment is something the sect could not repay in a hundred lifetimes."

"Besides, the two of you will return to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy together in the future, and during your free time, you can also spar and temper this ultimate skill together, looking out for each other."

Ning Rongrong stood beside Gu Feng, her little head bobbing up and down like a chick pecking at rice.

"That's right, that's right. Big Brother Feng, I'll teach you!"

"I've already practiced up to three apertures now, and I'm very proficient at it!"

Ning Rongrong impatiently pulled Gu Feng back down to sit on the stone stool, her mouth already beginning to chatter as she recited the introductory mental formulas.

"Start practicing from using one mind with two tasks: draw a square with your left hand and a circle with your right, operating the first soul skill's soul power route on one side while mobilizing the second soul skill's meridians on the other..."

Ning Fengzhi watched the two juniors huddled together whispering, the expression on his face exceptionally gentle.

He did not speak up to disturb them again, instead beckoning to Chen Xin and Gu Rong, and the three silently retreated from the small courtyard.

Passing all the way through the side hall's corridor, the three returned to the sect's council hall.

There were no other people inside the hall; Ning Fengzhi sat back down in the main seat, picked up a teacup, and took a sip with a particularly complicated expression.

"Twelve years old, rank forty-two Soul Ancestor, ten-thousand-year fourth ring."

"Not only is his physique forged tough and solid, but he can even deduce self-created soul skills one after another."

"With this kind of comprehension and understanding of martial souls, looking across the past several hundred years of the continent, I'm afraid a second one cannot be found."

Chen Xin stood in the center of the hall, and although his expression was calm, his tone carried extremely heavy weight.

"If this child does not perish halfway, becoming a Titled Douluo in the future will definitely not be his endpoint."

Gu Rong sat down in the wooden chair beside him and spoke.

"Rongrong this girl's eye for people follows mine; her skill in picking a man is much more attentive than her cultivation."

"Although that brat's move just now didn't succeed, this old man can tell that once the might completely forms, a Soul Sage eating that strike head-on will shed a layer of skin."

Ning Fengzhi gently placed the teacup down on the table, putting aside his easygoing attitude.

"Little Feng mentioned it himself just now: his current short board lies in spiritual power and precise control."

"The Heart Separation Control Secret Method can solve flaws at the technical level, but the foundation of spiritual power still has to be filled with solid external forces."

Chen Xin's expression stirred.

"Fengzhi, do you mean a soul bone?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded, his expression solemn.

"Precisely, a head soul bone."

"Little Feng already has a soul bone of extremely high quality on his right leg; ordinary ten-thousand-year goods are not worthy of his talent."

Hearing this, Gu Rong also spoke up.

"Little Feng's leg bone starts at a minimum of seventy to eighty thousand years, and this old man even suspects it approaches the hundred-thousand-year tier."

"If we find him some ten-thousand-year trash head bone, it would purely be wasting his potential."

"In this old man's view, a head soul bone lower than fifty thousand years doesn't even qualify to be brought out for him to look at!"

Chen Xin nodded along as well.

"A head soul bone is inherently the rarest and most precious kind among the six major soul bones, and those with spiritual attributes are even rarer than phoenix feathers and unicorn horns."

"Yet the rarer it is, the more we must spend heavily to find it."

"Better to have none than substandard; if we can't find a top-tier one, we'd rather leave this slot empty for him."

Ning Fengzhi stood up, pacing back and forth in the council hall with his hands behind his back.

"What both uncles say is very true."

"The changes Little Feng has brought to the sect are things that draining the treasury cannot exchange for."

"The emergence of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda has broken the curse that has plagued our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for thousands of years."

"The sect must never just take benefits without contributing."

Ning Fengzhi stopped in his tracks and looked at Chen Xin and Gu Rong.

"Tomorrow morning, I will mobilize all the sect's chambers of commerce, auction houses, and covert intelligence networks across the entire continent."

"In the Heaven Dou Empire, the Star Luo Empire, and even Spirit Hall, as long as there is any news of a mental-attribute head soul bone over fifty thousand years, spare no cost and make sure to buy it."

Gu Rong chuckled, tapping his withered fingers together.

"If we really run into someone who doesn't know what's good for them, this old man will just make a trip there myself."

Chen Xin glanced at Gu Rong.

"The sect has its own rules for doing things; put away those underhanded methods of yours."

Ning Fengzhi smiled, settling the bickering between the two elders.

"In short, finding a head soul bone for Little Feng is the sect's top priority right now!"