For several days in a row, Zhu Zhuqing stayed in the small courtyard to cultivate.
"Creak~"
The main door was pushed open, and Lu Feng slowly walked into the courtyard. He had been going to work at the Spirit Arena as usual these past few days. Although he was being kept by a rich woman, Lu Feng was still unwilling to give up the perfect attendance bonus he deserved.
In the small courtyard, Zhu Zhuqing's clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her skin, vaguely outlining her graceful figure.
Her slender waist seemed as if it could break with a single grasp, and her long legs were full of power. Strands of black hair were messily stuck to the sides of her face, adding a touch of wild beauty.
The only slight imperfection was...
Her slightly heaving chest was still bound.
"Miss Zhuqing, although your second soul skill is powerful, it has a very obvious weakness," Lu Feng looked at the sweat-drenched Zhu Zhuqing and said in a deep voice.
Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing immediately stopped cultivating.
She gasped for breath heavily. Despite being exhausted, her eyes remained firm and focused.
"What weakness?" Zhu Zhuqing asked, puzzled.
"Have you heard of the Disorderly Splitting Wind Hammer Method?" Lu Feng asked in return, keeping her in suspense.
"Mm," Zhu Zhuqing nodded. "The Disorderly Splitting Wind is the signature ultimate technique of the Clear Sky Sect. I naturally know of it."
"Then tell me your opinion of the Disorderly Splitting Wind."
Zhu Zhuqing said confidently, "The Disorderly Splitting Wind is a move that borrows force to strike. By continuously swinging the hammer, one stacks their own strength. However, this move has a weakness, which is..."
Before Zhu Zhuqing could finish, she suddenly stopped.
Her brow furrowed slightly, and she asked uncertainly, "Are you saying my second soul skill has a similar weakness? That the self-charging time is too long and easily interrupted?"
Lu Feng clapped his hands and praised, "Correct. Miss Zhuqing is indeed exceptionally intelligent."
Zhu Zhuqing pondered for a moment. She recalled her past battles; the number of times she had perfectly executed her second soul skill was indeed not many.
"Then what should I do?" Zhu Zhuqing asked, puzzled.
Lu Feng coughed lightly and took out a forging hammer from his soul tool.
"You also know the Disorderly Splitting Wind Hammer Method?" Zhu Zhuqing looked at the hammer in Lu Feng's hand, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.
The Disorderly Splitting Wind Hammer Method was not considered a secret martial art; even ordinary blacksmiths knew its name. However, apart from strength-type soul masters, there was no point for others to practice this move.
"Mm, I learned it from the blacksmith in the village," Lu Feng said casually.
Immediately after, a faint soul power surged from his body.
"Hoo~"
One hammer blow fell, followed immediately by a second.
As the number of Lu Feng's hammer swings increased, an invisible wave of air spread out from under his feet, continuously rotating.
Gradually, a strong wind began to blow in the small courtyard.
Zhu Zhuqing watched Lu Feng's movements, a grave look flashing in her eyes.
Lu Feng had not used his martial soul, but just with a forging hammer, he had already reached the attack power of an ordinary Soul Grandmaster.
The next moment, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes suddenly widened. She covered her small mouth and exclaimed, "How is that possible!"
At this time, Lu Feng's hammer swings had already reached twenty times.
But what truly surprised Zhu Zhuqing was Lu Feng's footwork.
Lu Feng took several quick steps. The hammer, which should have smashed into the ground, was forcibly redirected by him and swung into the air.
The next moment, his figure spun. Between dodging and moving, he was not bound by the hammer technique itself in the slightest.
"How about it? Miss Zhuqing, did you understand my movement technique?" Lu Feng said in a loud voice.
At this time, the forging hammer in his hand had already swung eighty-one times.
However, the power accumulated by the forging hammer was not released by Lu Feng.
With the last swing, he just lightly tapped the wooden stake. The stake did not move at all, as if the previously stacked hammer force did not exist.
This casual action of his shocked Zhu Zhuqing once again.
"Lifting the heavy as if it were light. His understanding of the Disorderly Splitting Wind is probably even deeper than that of an ordinary Clear Sky Sect disciple."
Zhu Zhuqing shook her head, trying hard to remain calm.
"Lu Feng, you really are a genius! If the Clear Sky Sect knew about this move of yours, they would surely worship you," Zhu Zhuqing said excitedly.
"Perhaps," Lu Feng said with a faint smile.
Immediately after, his expression returned to seriousness. "I cannot teach you this footwork technique for now. However, based on your own characteristics, I have tailor-made a combination soul skill for you."
Zhu Zhuqing nodded. When she heard that Lu Feng was holding back on her, there was no disappointment in her expression.
This footwork technique was his self-created soul skill. In an ordinary soul master family, it would be a family heirloom passed down from father to son.
"Then what should I do?" Zhu Zhuqing asked humbly.
"The reason I had you practice your first soul skill extensively these past two days was to prepare for now," Lu Feng said with a smile.
"During the release of the Nether Hundred Claws, use the Nether Thrust to adjust your position, trap the enemy within your attack range, and use your movement technique to form a triangular kill."
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes immediately lit up, but she still frowned. "Will that work?"
"You'll only know if it works after trying. Back then, when I was creating this soul skill, I spent countless efforts," Lu Feng raised his head and said in a deep voice.
"I visited the Spirit Hall, the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, and even conducted in-depth research with a Titled Douluo. No one believed in me, but I still succeeded."
"Miss Zhuqing, do you still doubt whether you can do it now?" Lu Feng said lightly, but his tone revealed an unquestionable firmness.
Zhu Zhuqing looked up at Lu Feng. This boy, who was not very old, currently exuded a firmness and confidence that was hard to ignore.
A complex emotion surged in her heart: surprise, admiration, and a faint, imperceptible touch.
Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath, bit her lip, and her eyes gradually became firm.
A smile appeared on her face, like a flower blooming in the early sun.
"Thank you."
At night, the starry sky was brilliant.
In the small courtyard, Lu Feng and Zhu Zhuqing, for a rare moment, were not training but were sitting together on small chairs, looking at the stars.
"Miss Zhuqing, I ran into Dai Mubai again today when I was hosting," Lu Feng lay leisurely on the chair and said casually.
"Lu Feng, you don't need to be so polite in the future. Just call me Zhuqing," Zhu Zhuqing said softly.
"That person has nothing to do with me anymore. I don't even want to hear his name again."
"Zhuqing, you are a young lady of the Star Luo Zhu family, right?" Lu Feng asked with a smile.
Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath. Although she was very reluctant to admit this identity, the struggle for the throne was like a great mountain pressing down on her.
She couldn't hide, couldn't escape.
Even though she had already decided to withdraw.
"Correct. My real identity is the fourth young lady of the Zhu family. I was engaged to Dai Mubai since I was a child," Zhu Zhuqing said slowly.
As she spoke, Lu Feng gained a clearer understanding of the Star Luo imperial succession system.
Historically, quite a few losers had survived. But their number, compared to those who had fallen in the competition, probably only accounted for half.
The imperial family is the most ruthless—this saying was not just for show.
"Have you thought about seeking external help?" Lu Feng asked.
"External help?"
A hint of confusion flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes. "What external force can compare to the Star Luo Imperial Family? A Titled Douluo? An ordinary Titled Douluo doesn't have that kind of strength."
Lu Feng smiled. "What if it's three with innate full soul power, plus two potential stocks with innate level nine soul power?"
"Oh, I should also add that one of the innate full soul power is a food system soul master. One of the innate level nine soul power is the next successor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan."
"Where!" Zhu Zhuqing flipped up from her chair and asked excitedly.
Her eyes were full of excitement. If she could win over these two people, or just befriend them, then she would have thirty percent more bargaining chips to negotiate with the imperial family in the future.
Innate full soul power! This was the seed of a Titled Douluo.
And the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan!
Zhu Zhuqing quickly calmed down. After all, in front of her was a monster even more freakish than innate full soul power.
"They are with Dai Mubai, at Shrek Academy," Lu Feng said lightly.
Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing frowned. She looked Lu Feng up and down and asked with confusion, "You want me to join the academy? What bad idea are you cooking up now?"
Now it was Lu Feng's turn to be surprised. "Am I that obvious?"