At the same time, Hun Tiandi's words already implied that in the future, Hun Xiu would become the clan leader of the Hun Clan—of course, barring any unexpected events.
Hun Xiu naturally understood this and noticed that his father seemed quite displeased about his training in the Yellow-rank Dou Technique.
He quickly replied respectfully, "Son is no longer training Yellow-rank Dou Techniques."
From Hun Xiu's perspective, he had already mastered fist, palm, and leg techniques at this point. If nothing unexpected happened, tomorrow he would start choosing Xuan-rank Dou Techniques.
Yellow-rank techniques? He wouldn't be choosing those anymore.
"Mm."
Hun Tiandi heard Hun Xiu's words and nodded slightly, still somewhat satisfied. "Go back and rest early! Training is important, but rest is equally so."
He originally expected his son to argue, but was surprised by how obedient he was.
For him, this was very pleasing.
A terrifyingly talented son who still listened to his old man—how could he not be pleased?
After he finished speaking, Hun Tiandi disappeared.
To Hun Xiu, it was like a whoosh—he simply vanished without a trace.
With his current Dou Ling level strength, he couldn't sense how Hun Tiandi had appeared or disappeared.
After all, Hun Tiandi was a peak nine-star Dou Saint, and Hun Xiu was still far from that level—completely out of reach.
After Hun Tiandi vanished, Hun Xiu left the mountain peak as well.
...
The next day.
At noon.
Hun Xiu arrived at the Dou Technique Pavilion.
He was preparing to exchange Dou Techniques again. Techniques like Wind-Thunder Divine Leg were too simple for his current level.
To comprehend their true mysteries was too easy.
He wanted to choose more advanced techniques.
Hun Shou saw Hun Xiu arrive and said, "Give me the Dou Technique, you go inside yourself."
"Mm."
Watching Hun Xiu enter the pavilion, Hun Shou murmured, "I wonder what level of Dou Technique he'll choose this time?"
"Please don't let it be Yellow-rank again."
Thinking of Hun Xiu's terrifying talent yet choosing Yellow-rank techniques, Hun Shou felt it was a waste.
...
Hun Xiu entered the pavilion and soon reached the end of the first floor. After hesitating a moment and seeing no system prompt, he stepped up to the second floor.
The second floor was called the Xuan Layer.
As the name implies, it housed Xuan-rank Dou Techniques—low, mid, and high grades.
Hun Xiu walked slowly. Besides him, no one else was around. For Hun Clan elites, these techniques were no longer necessary.
And for young warriors like him, who else besides Hun Xiu would choose "trash" techniques like Yellow or Xuan-rank Dou Techniques?
Choosing high-level Di or Tian-rank techniques was no small matter—one or two days, or even three or four days, was not enough to fully comprehend them.
If it were easy to grasp the secrets of Di or Tian-rank techniques, they wouldn't be called high-level.
Hun Xiu walked slowly, eyes scanning the techniques along the way.
Though he planned to ultimately choose only three techniques from all here and leave the rest, he still couldn't help but look.
...
"Ding..."
"A choice has appeared. Host, do you wish to sign in?"
The system voice sounded.
Hun Xiu was prepared. "Sign in."
"Ding..."
"Choice One: Xuan-rank High-level Dou Technique—Soul-Slaying Palm. This palm technique has four forms, each corresponding to Yellow, Xuan, Di, and Tian rank levels. Master all four forms to their peak, and one palm can destroy heaven and earth."
"Choice Two: Xuan-rank High-level Dou Technique—Calamity Killing Fist. This fist technique also has four forms for the four ranks. Master all four to their peak, and one punch leaves no gods or ghosts."
"Choice Three: Xuan-rank High-level Dou Technique—Thunderstorm Wind Leg. This leg technique also has four forms, each tied to the four ranks. At its peak, every kick contains terrifying wind and thunder power—destroying heaven and earth, slaying gods and ghosts is no problem. Additionally, Thunderstorm Wind Leg is excellent for agility; mastering it grants speed like the wind."
"Is this going to be my choice this time?"
Hun Xiu thought silently without hesitation, "I choose the first."
Just as he made his choice, Hun Xiu saw the Soul-Slaying Palm technique appear before him.
He stepped forward.
One punch.
Crack.
He cleanly shattered the Dou Qi shield, took the Soul-Slaying Palm technique, and turned to leave.
...
Hun Xiu: "Elder, please register this."
"Let me see it first," Hun Shou said slowly.
This time Hun Xiu had been inside a long while. Hun Shou thought that after the clan leader's guidance, Hun Xiu should have chosen a technique suited to himself and his talent.
"Clack."
Hun Xiu handed over the Xuan-rank Soul-Slaying Palm.
"Hmm?"
Hun Shou was completely stunned when he saw it—this was a Xuan-rank technique?
After confirming several times, Hun Shou was certain: Hun Xiu had indeed chosen a Xuan-rank Dou Technique.
Hun Shou had thought that after the clan leader's guidance, Hun Xiu would be enlightened. Now it seemed he was enlightened—but true enlightenment was still far away!
From Yellow to Xuan rank—what was really the difference?
In Hun Shou's eyes, both Yellow and Xuan rank techniques were garbage. Who would choose Yellow or Xuan rank when there were Tian-rank techniques available?
Yet this "garbage" technique was chosen by this silly Hun Xiu.
Silly?
Yes.
To Hun Shou, Hun Xiu was silly.
Ignoring Tian-rank techniques and choosing Yellow or Xuan rank—what else but silly?
If Hun Xiu was a little smarter and chose a slightly inferior Di-rank technique, Hun Shou wouldn't call him silly.
Hun Xiu possessed a god-tier bloodline and peerless talent but couldn't even pick a proper Dou Technique. What a waste of talent!
...
Snapping out of his thoughts, Hun Shou reluctantly returned the Soul-Slaying Palm to Hun Xiu and asked, "Hun Xiu, can I ask you something?"
Hun Xiu took the palm technique and nodded. "Elder, what is your question? Ask away."
Hun Shou asked, "Hun Xiu, you chose to train a Xuan-rank technique—does the clan leader know?"
Hun Xiu's face showed no trace of emotion as he slowly answered, "Elder, Father naturally doesn't know. After all, Father is busy with state affairs and doesn't know about such trivial matters. Elder wouldn't tell Father, right?"