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The night was deep, and the bright moonlight streamed through the window lattice, casting dappled light and shadows on the ground of the Ni Tai Training Field.
Feng Xiao pushed open the door as usual, only to find that the figure in the room was not Xue Qinghe as expected—Qian Renxue was waiting directly in her true form.
Her golden hair cascaded down to her waist, shimmering with a soft halo under the moonlight.
She stood with her back to the door, a faint sacred aura emanating from her body.
This sudden change made Feng Xiao's breath catch; his hand, which was pushing the door, hung in mid-air, and for a moment he forgot to move.
This was the first time Feng Xiao had seen Qian Renxue under the moonlight.
"What are you doing standing at the door?" Qian Renxue turned her head, her golden pupils exceptionally bright in the dim light.
But her eyes held a coldness that contradicted her sacred aura.
Feng Xiao then regained his senses, quickly closed the door, and quietly asked with concern, "Your Highness should still be careful."
He tried to make his tone sound normal, but he couldn't hide that hint of unusual joy.
Qian Renxue subtly turned around.
The moonlight gilded her perfect profile with a silver sheen, yet it couldn't conceal the doubt in her voice: "What trick did you play on the competition grounds today?
Ning Fengzhi has already secretly sent people to investigate your background."
Feng Xiao gently stroked "Fuxi" in his arms and smiled, "It was just a small trick I was pondering in the VIP section."
"Did you use it in the first round of the competition too?" Qian Renxue's eyes flickered.
Seeing Feng Xiao nod in confirmation, she mused, "No wonder… Old man Gu Rong was present today, and with his sensitivity to space, he must have discovered something…"
"Bone Douluo Gu Rong is known as the most mysterious among Titled Douluo, and string vibrations are inherently connected to space, so it is indeed possible for his powerful spatial ability to detect it."
Feng Xiao shrugged indifferently, then suddenly gave a mischievous smile, saying with a double meaning, "Besides, who doesn't know now that I am Crown Prince Xue Qinghe's man?
Ning Fengzhi wouldn't possibly…"
Qian Renxue's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and a chilling aura suddenly emanated from her body: "It seems… I have been too lenient with you recently?"
The phantom of an angel flickered behind her, and the temperature of the entire training field seemed to drop by a few degrees.
Seeing this, Feng Xiao quickly waved his hands, a flattering smile on his face: "I was just joking with you."
He paused, his expression suddenly becoming serious: "However, regarding Ning Fengzhi, there is indeed something I would like to ask."
The chill around Qian Renxue then slightly receded, her expression already returning to calm: "Speak."
A simple word, yet it carried an undeniable authority.
"Can you help me get the Heart Separation Control of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?" Feng Xiao asked straightforwardly, without reservation.
Qian Renxue frowned slightly: "What do you want this technique for?"
She lightly tapped her temple, "Normal Spirit Master combat emphasizes gradual progression—probing, seeking openings, and winning.
Although Heart Separation Control can simultaneously cast multiple Spirit Abilities, it is not suitable for normal Spirit Masters."
She suddenly raised her hand, and two golden lights burst forth simultaneously; one shattered a distant vase, while the other dissipated midway.
"Do you see?" Qian Renxue sneered, "Not only does spirit power consumption double, but if you rush, it's difficult to control, and if one move misses, you'll only waste your spirit power in vain."
"Against the weak, one move is enough to determine victory; when evenly matched, distraction becomes a weakness, and the true masters often decide the outcome in that instant; when encountering a strong opponent… I'm afraid you'll wish you had more legs to escape, so where would you find time to be distracted?"
Feng Xiao gently stroked "Fuxi" in his arms, the strings vibrating slightly under his fingertips: "My Spirit uses music as its blade, and every string requires precise control.
Although Heart Separation Control is useless for ordinary Spirit Masters, it can give me more possibilities in my self-created Spirit Abilities, and combined with the special nature of my spirit ring, it can unleash stacked power in an instant."
Qian Renxue's eyes moved slightly, and she nodded thoughtfully: "I will send someone to deliver it tomorrow."
"Deliver it directly?" Feng Xiao raised an eyebrow in surprise, "No need to ask Ning Fengzhi…"
A hint of disdain appeared on Qian Renxue's face; Spirit Hall was not called the holy land of Continent Spirit Masters for nothing.
A mere Heart Separation Control was just a special method of using mental force, and in terms of the number of high-level Spirit Masters, no other force could compare to Spirit Hall, which also created the foundation for the birth of various theoretical techniques and even ultimate arts.
Qian Renxue's lips curved into a mysterious arc, and she said profoundly, "Don't think too much; some things, knowing them now, won't do you any good."
Feng Xiao shrugged, making a gesture of surrender: "I will obey Your Highness's teachings."
The two tacitly sat cross-legged and quickly fell into the rhythm of cultivation.
Soon, two harmonious breathing sounds echoed in the room, perfectly synchronized with each inhale and exhale, as if performing a mysterious duet.
The moonlight flowed like water, quietly between the two.
Every breath Feng Xiao took caused the strings of "Fuxi" to vibrate slightly, while the golden halo circulating around Qian Renxue flickered with the rhythm of her breathing.
Two completely different energy fields achieved a subtle balance in this small space.
In a trance, Feng Xiao felt as if he had returned to that mysterious state of soul fusion from yesterday.
He could clearly sense that Qian Renxue's light power was even more gentle than yesterday, like the early spring sunlight, no longer dazzling, but more precious.
On the other side, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The Hall of Deliberation.
On the north side of the main hall, the main seat facing south was a large chair carved from rosewood, with a huge jade embedded in its back.
The jade was emerald green, emitting a faint, warm aura, and it was indeed a top-grade warm jade.
A person sat upright on the carved rosewood chair; this person had a face like white jade, a straight nose and square mouth, an elegant and gentle appearance, and a spotless white robe.
He looked to be about forty years old, with gentle eyes, and looked like an ordinary person.
A head of smooth black hair cascaded down his back; everything looked so casual, without any pretense.
This person was none other than Ning Fengzhi, who had been in the VIP section during the day.
Soon, a disciple dressed in the standard long robe of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School respectfully entered the hall.
Ning Fengzhi didn't even lift his head, his slender fingers still turning the scrolls in his hand, his voice as calm as water: "What have you found?"
The disciple looked troubled, knelt on one knee, and cupped his fists, "Reporting to Sect Master, the information has been found, it's just… Your subordinate finds it difficult to discern its authenticity."
"Hmm?" Ning Fengzhi paused his hand movements, slowly raising his head.
His gentle gaze fell upon the disciple, conveying authority without anger.
"Bring it up for me to see," Ning Fengzhi said faintly.
The disciple quickly took out a scroll from his spirit tool and presented it with both hands.
Ning Fengzhi took the scroll, and as it slowly unrolled, his brows gradually furrowed—Feng Xiao's file clearly stated "Innate spirit power Level Four," even indicating the source of the information, and included the official seal of Notting Academy, as well as a handwritten certification from the Spirit Master who awakened Feng Xiao's Spirit that year.
"I understand, you may withdraw," Ning Fengzhi closed the scroll, his voice still calm.
"Yes, Sect Master." The young man quickly retreated.
After the disciple left the main hall, Ning Fengzhi lightly tapped the armrest with his fingertips and softly said to the empty hall, "Uncle Gu, there's something I'd like to ask."
The moment Ning Fengzhi's voice fell, the space beside him suddenly twisted like water ripples, and the tall figure of Bone Douluo Gu Rong slowly walked out of the void: "What is it?"
"Did you investigate Feng Xiao's spirit power level that day?" Ning Fengzhi's voice was still gentle.
Gu Rong shook his head, "No.
However, to be valued by Xue Qinghe and become the Royal Fight team captain, he should at least be a Spirit Ancestor."
Ning Fengzhi remained silent, then slowly said, "Do you know his age?"
Gu Rong raised an eyebrow, looking at Ning Fengzhi with some surprise, "He can't be younger than Tang San, can he?"
Ning Fengzhi slowly shook his head and said, "Uncle Gu, with your insight as a Titled Douluo, do you think it's possible for someone with innate level four spirit power to become a Spirit Ancestor or high-level Spirit Elder at the age of thirteen?"
"What a joke!" Gu Rong sounded as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"Tang San has innate full spirit power and twin spirits, which is why he can at this age…" His voice abruptly stopped, and he suddenly realized something, his face changing drastically: "You mean…"
Ning Fengzhi's gaze was profound: "You also think it's impossible?"
Gu Rong's expression became solemn: "Without natural treasures or top-tier Spirit Bones, it's absolutely impossible."
He took the scroll and examined it closely, his calm eyes gradually rippling.
"This kid is skilled in playing the guqin, and his fame has even spread throughout the entire city; even your clan brother has taken a liking to his talent and given him a recommendation letter for Moon Pavilion.
I think you should ask that wretched person about this matter.
Tool Spirit Master are different from Beast Spirit Master; Tool Spirit Master test a Spirit Master's understanding of their Spirit more than Beast Spirit Master.
If this child has achieved what he has today by relying on this point, I'm afraid he will be a founder of a Sect in the future." Gu Rong slowly said.
Ning Fengzhi also nodded and sighed, "Yes…"
Ning Fengzhi sighed deeply, unable to help but recall his praise for Tang San that day.
Now that he thought about it, the legacy of Clear Sky Sect must have played an indispensable role in the Clear Sky successor's achievements today.
As for Feng Xiao…
"I, as a teacher, truly misjudged," Ning Fengzhi thought to himself.
"Fengzhi, some things are already destined by heaven, and the price to change heaven's decision will surely be great.
Even if everything that happened to this young man is true, it is an unrepeatable miracle." Gu Rong said to Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi looked at the deepening night outside the hall and softly said, "I understand."
Ning Fengzhi gently stroked the scepter beside him, a hint of indescribable loneliness flashing in his eyes.
Breaking through the Spirit shackles and leading the Sect to a higher level—this long-cherished wish had haunted him like a nightmare for most of his life.
The candlelight in the gilded lamp flickered slightly, casting his slender silhouette on the hall pillar.
He had exhausted his efforts researching various possibilities, yet he could never break free from the innate shackles.
"Uncle Gu…" His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, "Sometimes I truly envy those Battle Spirit Masters."
Gu Rong silently watched Ning Fengzhi.
He knew that what Ning Fengzhi was stroking at that moment was not just a scepter, but a chain of destiny that could never be broken free from.
In a flash, a week passed like flowing water.
The first six rounds of the Elite Competition of Advanced Soul Master Academies of the Entire Continent preliminaries had been successfully completed.
Currently, only three academies maintained a perfect winning record, and Shrek Academy was prominently among them.
Since the arduous battle against Elephant Armor Academy in the second match, the Shrek team had been unstoppable, winning four consecutive matches with overwhelming force.
What was astonishing was that in these four matches, the Shrek Seven Devils only sent Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Xiao Wu to fight, easily sweeping their opponents.
Even more noteworthy was that none of these opponents had reached the Spirit Ancestor realm.
Also maintaining a six-game winning streak alongside Shrek were Thunder Academy and Shenfeng Academy.
The pattern of a three-way struggle for supremacy had already begun to emerge.
On the eighth day of the preliminaries, the seventh round of duels was about to begin.
Shrek Academy's opponent in this battle was the mediocre Othello Academy—a team that had only achieved two victories in the previous six rounds.
Due to the vast disparity in strength between the two sides, this match was not scheduled for the central main arena.
Today's focus was undoubtedly the strong showdown on the central main stage: the head-on collision between the two powerhouses, Elephant Armor Academy and Thunder Academy.
The contest between the Diamond Mammoth and the Raging Thunder was enough to make one's blood boil just by imagining it.
In the VIP section, Feng Xiao had already shifted his attention from the arena.
Since mentioning it to Qian Renxue that day, she had sent someone to deliver the cultivation method for Heart Separation Control the very next day—this efficiency once again showed him the profound foundation of Spirit Hall.
At this moment, he sat upright, "Fuxi" resting quietly on his lap.
His slender fingers danced gracefully in the air; although they didn't truly touch the strings, he was simultaneously performing two completely different musical pieces in his mind.
Playing different melodies with both hands—this was the essence of Heart Separation Control.
If a Spirit Master observed carefully, they would notice faint, subtle ripples in the air where Feng Xiao's fingertips passed.
Those were traces of spirit power resonating on invisible strings, and also a sign of his initial success in Heart Separation Control.
Feng Xiao's brows furrowed slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Simultaneously controlling two distinctly different musical pieces, even if only performed in his mind, consumed far more mental force than imagined.
He felt as if his consciousness was being forcibly split into two halves, each half struggling to maintain different melodic rhythms.
Just then, a clear and pleasant voice suddenly reached his ears: "Are you practicing Heart Separation Control?"
Feng Xiao's fingertips paused, and he looked up to see Ning Rongrong standing gracefully beside him at some point.
The girl wore a light pink long dress, and her glazed eyes were filled with surprise.
"Miss Ning has sharp eyes." Feng Xiao withdrew his hands and smiled, lightly brushing his fingertips over the strings, "I am indeed attempting to play different melodies with both hands."
Ning Rongrong's surprise deepened, and then she smiled brightly: "Heart Separation Control emphasizes 'Spirit unity, form separation,' it's not simply drawing a circle with one hand and a square with the other…" She suddenly realized her slip of the tongue and playfully stuck out her tongue, "Sorry, I have a habit of talking too much."
Feng Xiao was not offended; instead, he smiled and said, "Miss Ning's words enlightened me.
I wonder why you are here today…"
"Our opponent forfeited temporarily," Ning Rongrong pointed to the front row of the VIP section, "I came to discuss some matters with my father."
She elegantly bowed, "I won't disturb your cultivation, young master."
Watching the graceful figure depart, Feng Xiao thoughtfully stroked the strings of his guqin.
He closed his eyes and focused again.
This time, he no longer forced the two melodies to be complete, but rather tried to let them naturally blend—just like the harmonious resonance of their spirit power that night.
Miraculously, as the obsession faded, the two melodies gradually found their balance.
They began to complement each other, playing an unprecedented harmony in his sea of consciousness.