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Feng Xiao's gaze swept across the VIP stand, catching a few familiar figures in the crowd.
Qian Renxue, in her disguise as Xue Qinghe, sat in the first row of the VIP section, with the three deans of Heaven Dou Royal Academy respectfully seated behind her in the second row.
Among the only three seats in the first row of the VIP section, the most eye-catching was the old man in the center, dressed in a golden-red dragon robe.
He wore a dazzling Golden Diamond Crown, and although his face showed signs of age, the majestic aura emanating from him made everything around him seem to revolve around him.
Without an introduction, Feng Xiao knew that this must be His Majesty the Emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire.
To the Emperor's left, an even older red-robed elder was resting with his eyes closed.
His slender body was as straight as a spear, and the five-pointed platinum crown on his head, symbolizing the supreme power of Spirit Hall, shimmered in the sunlight.
Feng Xiao understood—this should be Salas, the Hall Master of the Heaven Dou City Spirit Hall, one of the four Platinum Bishops.
The white-robed man to the Emperor's right made Feng Xiao look a few more times.
That person wore a simple white robe and a purple-gold crown unique to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, with a calm smile on his gentle face.
It was Ning Fengzhi, the School Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the head of the Seven Great Sects.
The emcee on one side of the VIP stand announced loudly: "Next, we respectfully invite His Majesty the Emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire to unveil this competition!"
Just as Feng Xiao expected, His Majesty the Emperor, seated in the center of the VIP section in his crimson-gold long robe, slowly rose amidst thunderous applause.
He gently raised his right hand, and the entire square instantly fell silent; this majesty awed everyone present.
"I, Xue Ye, Emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire," a resonant voice spread throughout the venue through a spirit tool amplifier, "hereby, on behalf of the Heaven Dou Empire, declare the Pan-Continent Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament officially open!"
Applause erupted like thunder again, with cheers rising and falling.
Once the commotion subsided, Xue Ye continued: "I hope all participating Spirit Masters will give their utmost and bring glory to the Empire.
You are the future pillars of Heaven Dou; today, illuminate this arena with your strength!"
In the third round of applause, the young Spirit Masters in the center of the arena ignited the flames of their fighting Spirit.
For them, this was undoubtedly the best stage to showcase themselves.
After the Emperor took his seat, the emcee's voice sounded again: "Next, we invite Mr. Ning Fengzhi, School Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, to give a speech."
Ning Fengzhi rose gracefully, and the arena instantly filled with warm applause and countless admiring gazes.
As the top auxiliary Spirit Master in the Spirit Master's world, every word he spoke was highly anticipated.
"It is an honor to be invited to witness this grand event."
Ning Fengzhi pressed his hands together, his gentle voice making people feel as if they were bathed in spring breeze, "All of you present are the elites of the younger generation; may you live up to the Empire's expectations and bring glory to your academies."
The emcee seized the opportunity to ask: "School Master Ning, as a top auxiliary Spirit Master, which team do you favor the most?"
Ning Fengzhi smiled mysteriously: "Besides the seeded team, Heaven Dou Royal Academy's first team, I also favor another team.
They will not only pass the preliminary rounds but also have the potential to win the championship of this tournament."
"Oh?"
The emcee exclaimed, "Which team is so fortunate?"
"Allow me to keep you in suspense."
Ning Fengzhi's gaze swept across the arena, "But I am certain that the championship will ultimately belong to the Empire."
Bishop Salas, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and a glint of light flashed in his cloudy gaze as he scanned the twenty-eight teams in the arena, seemingly searching for the dark horse Ning Fengzhi mentioned.
The audience immediately began to chatter, guessing which team School Master Ning favored.
After Ning Fengzhi took his seat, the emcee announced: "Next, we invite Lord Salas to draw lots for the preliminary rounds.
The first match will be Heaven Dou Royal Academy's second team against their first opponent."
Salas rose expressionlessly and completed the drawing ceremony under the guidance of a maid.
This Platinum Bishop remained silent throughout, merely mechanically handing the drawing results to the emcee to announce, as if completely uninterested in the grand event.
"Preliminary Round One, Canghui Academy versus Purple Star Academy."
"Preliminary Round One, Oakland Academy versus Blazing Glory Academy."
"…"
"Preliminary Round One, Heaven Dou Royal Academy versus Shrek Academy."
"…"
Feng Xiao leaned back in the soft chair of the VIP section, seemingly watching the competition, but in reality, he was quietly circulating his spirit power, continuously refining the "Fuxi" in his arms.
He had little interest in the matches below—the intelligence he needed to know was already clear in his mind, and he had already grasped quite a few secrets he shouldn't know.
"Playing the zither in such a noisy setting is clearly inappropriate."
Feng Xiao's long fingers gently tapped the body of the zither, deep in thought, "However, I can take this opportunity to try that 'Silent Melody'."
As a transmigrator, he had already made detailed plans for sound wave-based skills when planning his spirit rings.
From single-note explosions to the audible application of complete melodies, he had them all memorized.
And at this moment, he was turning his attention to a more profound Domain—sound waves beyond the limits of human hearing perception.
"Ultrasound."
Feng Xiao closed his eyes and concentrated, spirit power flowing into "Fuxi" like a trickling stream.
"Perhaps using spirit power instead of fingers can achieve the required vibration frequency for the zither strings."
The ancient zither in his arms seemed to sense it; its seven strings vibrated without wind, trembling at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye under the urging of spirit power.
However, after only a moment, Feng Xiao stopped his attempt—although ultrasound could be hidden invisibly, the intense spirit power fluctuations in such a gathering of experts would be like a bright lamp in the dark.
"High frequencies require massive spirit power support."
Feng Xiao sighed lightly, "And a small amount of spirit power cannot break through the sound frequency limit."
This problem made him frown involuntarily, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the zither strings, bringing forth an almost inaudible hum.
Just then, Feng Xiao suddenly noticed a faint gaze.
He looked up and met Ning Fengzhi's thoughtful gaze.
The School Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School seemed to have developed an interest in him, a hint of inquisitiveness flashing in his eyes.
Feng Xiao calmly placed his palm over the zither strings, stopping their vibration.
He nodded politely to Ning Fengzhi, but inwardly he was wary—in such an occasion, any abnormal spirit power fluctuations could attract unnecessary attention.
"It seems I need to change my approach."
Feng Xiao mused.
He suddenly recalled the principle of resonance from physics in his previous life, his eyes slightly brightening: "If I can find the natural frequency of the zither strings, I can induce resonance with the smallest amount of spirit power."
He readjusted his spirit power output method, no longer forcing the strings to vibrate, but instead searching for the most suitable vibration node.
spirit power permeated the zither body like spring rain, and this time, "Fuxi's" tremor was almost imperceptible, but Feng Xiao could clearly sense that the vibration frequency of the strings was steadily increasing.
Just as he was fully focused, a sudden exclamation erupted from below the stage.
The competition had already begun.
But this did not distract him in the slightest, because at this moment, the "Fuxi" in his arms finally emitted a sound wave beyond the limits of human hearing.
This sound wave, beyond the limits of human hearing, spread silently through the air like an invisible ripple.
Feng Xiao held his breath, and through the special connection between "Fuxi" and his own Spirit, he clearly perceived every reflection and feedback of the sound wave in the arena.
"Success!"
A hint of joy flashed in Feng Xiao's eyes.
This ability to detect with ultrasound would allow him to obtain precise spatial perception in any environment, making it the most covert reconnaissance method.
However, just as he was about to test further, Bishop Salas in the VIP section suddenly frowned, and a glint of light flashed in his cloudy eyes.
This Platinum Bishop of Spirit Hall seemed to sense something, his gaze suspiciously scanning his surroundings.
Feng Xiao's heart tightened, and he immediately reined in his spirit power.
He realized that although ultrasound was undetectable by ordinary people, some high-level Spirit Masters with keen perception might notice abnormal spirit power fluctuations.
"It seems further improvement is needed."
Feng Xiao mused, "If I can control the sound wave frequency within a narrower range, perhaps I can further reduce the probability of being discovered."
Feng Xiao casually adjusted his sitting posture, his fingers gently stroking the strings of "Fuxi," adjusting his spirit power output to a more covert intermittent mode.
This time, he deliberately locked the ultrasound frequency onto the core area of the ongoing battle in the arena.
Invisible sound waves spread like ripples, feeding back unique information after colliding with different objects.
Feng Xiao closed his eyes and concentrated, and through his powerful mental force, he actually constructed a three-dimensional image of the arena in his mind—agile figures, the trajectories of Spirit Ability attacks, and the hurried evasions of opponents were all clearly discernible.
"Interesting."
Feng Xiao's lips curled slightly.
This ultrasonic perception method was more three-dimensional and comprehensive than simple mental force detection; it could even clearly capture the subtle flow of the participating Spirit Masters' spirit power within their meridians.
Suddenly, a special spirit power fluctuation caught his attention.
The ultrasound instantly locked onto the source, and a scene immediately appeared in Feng Xiao's mind: Tang San was staring at him with purple-glowing eyes.
"Purple Demon Eye? What a timely arrival."
Feng Xiao's heart stirred, and he immediately adjusted the ultrasound frequency, beginning to track the trajectory of Tang San's spirit power circulation within his body.
Through the feedback information, he could clearly "see" Tang San continuously injecting spirit power into his eyes; that special spirit power circulation route was clearly the cultivation method of the Purple Demon Eye.
If he had simply used zither music to detect as before, it would have been impossible to sense Tang San's spirit power circulation from such a distance.
"Young master, are you alright?"
A nearby audience member couldn't help but ask.
Only then did Feng Xiao realize that the "Fuxi" in his arms was uncontrollably trembling slightly, its seven strings autonomously vibrating at a strange frequency.
"I'm fine, just a little distracted."
Feng Xiao smiled apologetically, immediately reining in his spirit power.
The trembling of the zither strings gradually subsided, but the Purple Demon Eye circulation route he had just captured was deeply etched into his memory.
Feng Xiao pretended to casually adjust his sleeve, his fingertips gently stroking the zither strings to completely quiet them.
He appeared to focus on the arena, but in reality, his mind was still savoring the mysteries of the Purple Demon Eye he had just glimpsed.
"So that's how it is."
Feng Xiao mused, "Injecting spirit power into the eye meridians, then coordinating with the spirit power circulation within the body."
Just then, Tang San seemed to sense something, his brows slightly furrowing, the light of his Purple Demon Eye suddenly intensifying, his gaze shooting towards the VIP section like an arrow.
Feng Xiao calmly turned his face, pretending to converse with the audience next to him, cleverly avoiding that probing gaze.
"What was that feeling just now? Did he do something again?"
Tang San wondered, but he quickly dismissed his own thought.
There were many experts present; even if Feng Xiao was strong, he was only a Spirit Ancestor.
This cultivation level was outstanding among students, but on the continent, it was just the level of an ordinary Spirit Master.
"Such keen perception."
Feng Xiao was secretly startled.
He hadn't expected Tang San to have some reaction even to his covert ultrasonic detection.
The match on the stage had entered a fierce phase, but Feng Xiao's mind was no longer on the outcome.
He gently caressed the body of "Fuxi," "It seems this match will yield quite a few insights."
Suddenly, a burst of enthusiastic cheers interrupted his thoughts.
Feng Xiao looked up; while he was deep in thought, the first match had already ended.
As one match after another progressed, Feng Xiao gradually felt bored.
Aside from Tang San's Purple Demon Eye, which had brightened his eyes, most of the Spirit Abilities displayed by participants from other academies were rather unremarkable, failing to pique his interest.
He leaned lazily in his seat, his fingers idly tapping the body of "Fuxi."
Just as he was considering whether to leave early, the emcee's resonant voice suddenly echoed throughout the venue:
"First Round, Sixth Match, Heaven Dou Royal Academy versus Shrek Academy!"
Feng Xiao instantly sat upright, a glint flashing in his eyes.
This confrontation was undoubtedly the most anticipated—on one side, the pampered elites of the Royal Academy, and on the other, the monster-filled Shrek team.
More importantly, he finally had the opportunity to "observe" some of Tang San's strength.
"Interesting."
Feng Xiao's lips curved slightly, his fingers unconsciously stroking the zither strings.
This time, he planned to keep the ultrasonic detection on throughout, not missing a single exciting moment.
On the sidelines, the Heaven Dou Royal Academy's second team, led by some second-generation nobles, had already lined up to enter.
Their uniforms shimmered with luxurious gold trim in the sunlight, forming a stark contrast with Shrek's "distinctive" green team uniforms.
Feng Xiao's fingers gently rested on the strings of "Fuxi," spirit power flowing in like a trickling stream.
Invisible ultrasound spread out from him, weaving a precise sensory network throughout the arena.
With the referee's command, the match officially began.
The members of Heaven Dou Royal Academy's second team wore arrogant smiles, clearly not putting these opponents in their oddly-dressed uniforms in their eyes.
However, in that instant, the arrogance on the faces of the Royal Academy members suddenly froze—Tang San's Blue Silver Grass spread wildly like an awakened giant python, covering more than half of the arena in an instant.
Xiao Wu's figure appeared and disappeared among the vines, flickering like a ghost.
And the phantom of the Evil Fire Phoenix unfurling behind Ma Hongjun even raised the temperature of the entire arena by several degrees.
Feng Xiao's fingertips trembled slightly on the zither strings, the ultrasound precisely feeding back every one of Tang San's movements.
His eyes sparkled, and he secretly marveled:
"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
This footwork can actually distribute spirit power evenly in the foot meridians, forming a special cushioning layer."
"Mysterious Jade Hand.
It turns out to be through spirit power forming a special circulatory loop in the palm."
"Controlling Crane Catching Dragon.
Such exquisite spirit power manipulation technique."
These precious unique skills on Tang San were now fully revealed under the ultrasound detection.
Feng Xiao treasured this information, firmly committing it to memory, while continuously analyzing the spirit power circulation principles within them.
What surprised him even more was that these unique skills were not used in isolation by Tang San but cooperated with each other, forming a perfect combat system.
Blue Silver Grass controlled the entire field, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track provided mobility, Mysterious Jade Hand enhanced close combat, and Controlling Crane Catching Dragon assisted in control.
The one-sided battle ended quickly, but Tang San was not happy, because that strange feeling persisted throughout the entire battle.