Chapter 159: Dean, Do You Want to Break Through the Titled Douluo?
At Divine Wind Academy, Feng Qingcang stood at the edge of Hurricane Canyon, looking at the still motionless winds below, a trace of worry in his eyes.
"It's been two months… why hasn't Mo Hui come out yet? Could something have happened?"
Feng Qingcang frowned as he muttered to himself.
The bottom of Hurricane Canyon was extremely dangerous. The longest time he had ever ventured down was only three days. Yet now, Mo Hui had been inside for a full two months. This naturally raised suspicions in Feng Qingcang's heart.
But then he shook his head. "No. With Mo Hui's abilities, even if he encountered a crisis he couldn't solve, it wouldn't be difficult for him to escape. If he hasn't come out in two months, it must be for a reason."
After all, Mo Hui not only possessed the god-level Wind-Fixing Bead that could resist the winds, but also had the fastest spirit in the history of the Douluo Continent—Pidgeot—and the Unity of Heaven and Man that could conceal his presence. His survival ability was practically maxed out.
Moreover, Mo Hui's own strength couldn't be underestimated. Back when he was only level 58, he had already defeated Feng Qingcang at full strength. Now that he was level 68, his strength had surely grown even further.
He might even be able to challenge a Title Douluo. His life-saving ability was top-tier, and his combat power was no weaker than a peak Soul Douluo—perhaps even comparable to a true Title Douluo. Feng Qingcang found it hard to believe anything could have gone wrong.
Just as he was lost in thought, a figure shot out from the depths of Hurricane Canyon.
"Dean? Why are you here?"
Mo Hui, riding Pidgeot, looked at Feng Qingcang with surprise.
When he saw Mo Hui, Feng Qingcang finally relaxed and smiled. "Of course I'm here waiting for you. Do you know how long you've been down there? Two whole months!"
Though he sounded scolding, there was unmistakable relief in his voice. He had known in his heart that a genius like Mo Hui wouldn't fall so easily.
Hearing this, Mo Hui felt slightly moved. He explained, "I needed some time down there for certain things. Oh, and these are some treasures I found. You can distribute them however you like."
As he spoke, Mo Hui waved his right hand. Over a dozen jade boxes floated out from his storage soul guide, suspended by wind, drifting to Feng Qingcang.
Feng Qingcang picked up one of the jade boxes and opened it. A faint green glow emerged.
Inside was a peculiar type of grass. Looking surprised, Feng Qingcang asked, "What is this grass?"
"This is wind-shaped grass," Mo Hui explained. "It's a natural wind-attributed treasure. Eating it not only helps soul power cultivation, but it also has a very small chance of improving one's cultivation aptitude."
"What!? It can improve cultivation aptitude?"
Feng Qingcang was stunned. In his understanding, the only known method for improving aptitude was spirit evolution—nothing else.
Now Mo Hui was telling him that this wind-shaped grass might enhance cultivation aptitude. How could he not be shocked?
Mo Hui nodded. "Yes, but only possibly. The odds are very low. Still, there's no doubt it helps boost soul power."
As he spoke, Mo Hui landed on the cliff and grabbed one of the jade boxes. He opened it, and an even brighter green light spilled out.
"This one's a top-grade wind-shaped grass," Mo Hui said, handing it to Feng Qingcang. "It's much better than the others. You should eat it—it'll save you a lot of effort in cultivation."
Feng Qingcang instinctively reached out—but then hesitated and withdrew his hand.
Seeing this, Mo Hui raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Don't want it?"
Feng Qingcang shook his head. "Forget it. At my age, Soul Douluo is already the limit. Taking this won't change much. Give this top-grade one to Feng Xiaotian. He has a better chance of becoming a Title Douluo—and he's more suited to lead Divine Wind Academy into the future."
Just like in the original story, Feng Xiaotian remained at Divine Wind Academy after graduating, essentially being groomed as the next dean.
But unlike the original timeline, Feng Xiaotian's strength had grown significantly. A few months ago, he had already reached level 58, and was expected to break through to Soul Emperor before age 26.
Mo Hui sighed inwardly. The dean really was getting old. It showed from how he had traded the Wind-Fixing Bead for two of Mo Hui's self-created spirit skills for the academy.
If Feng Qingcang were still young, he would never have made that trade. The Wind-Fixing Bead was crucial for any wind-attribute soul master.
With it, one could remain deep in Hurricane Canyon for long periods to cultivate without danger—and even explore deeper, receiving greater cultivation boosts.
Even if those boosts were just 10%, they could be critical. Often, it's that final 10% that determines whether someone ends their path at Soul Douluo or ascends to become a Title Douluo.
But clearly, Feng Qingcang had chosen to give up that path. He not only traded away the Wind-Fixing Bead, but had also gradually shifted his focus to running Divine Wind Academy. Unless something unexpected happened, his journey toward becoming a Title Douluo had essentially ended.
"Dean… you've grown old."
Mo Hui looked at him and said softly.
"Yes. I'm old."
Feng Qingcang let out a long sigh. "The path from Soul Douluo to Title Douluo is far too narrow. I don't hold out hope anymore. Besides… even among the renowned four lower sects, their leaders are only peak Soul Douluo. I'm content having reached this level."
In the entire soul master world, Title Douluo were exceedingly rare. Only a few existed publicly. Even counting hidden experts, Feng Qingcang believed there couldn't be more than twenty in total.
In many eras—his own included—there had been no known Title Douluo at all. The once-famous geniuses had either died or disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, Feng Qingcang had become one of the highest cultivators of his generation.
Soul Douluo was already considered the pinnacle for most soul masters. In Spirit Hall, it was equivalent to the status of Cardinal or Platinum Bishop—just beneath the very top.
Still… was Feng Qingcang truly content?
Probably not. If given a real chance to break through to Title Douluo, who would willingly stop at Soul Douluo?
After a pause, Mo Hui looked up and said quietly:
"Dean, do you want to break through to Title Douluo?"
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