Douluo Continent Chat Group: Building My Academy

"Ha, what did you say? You're planning to lure a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast over here? You old miser, are you crazy?"

At dawn, the campfire crackled and popped, but Zhao Wuji's voice was perfectly drowned out.

Li Yusong and the other two looked at Flander, equally bewildered.

Seeing Zhao Wuji spitting out saliva, Flander waved his hand dismissively.

"Hey Lao Zhao, don't get so worked up. Besides, can't you listen to me properly? I was talking about attraction."

"You've forgotten, haven't I said a long time ago that I have a legacy, but it can only be fully unlocked when one becomes a Soul Saint?"

"Now that I'm a Soul Saint, haven't you noticed anything different about me?"

As he spoke, Flander extended his index finger, and specks of hurricane energy immediately gathered at his fingertip, then coalesced into a tornado shape.

At the same time, a symbol representing a martial spirit appeared on the back of Flander's hand, emitting a faint glow.

Zhao Wuji glanced at it casually, then his eyes widened suddenly.

"Hey you, what happened to your martial spirit?!"

"I said it, it's about inheritance~"

As he spoke, Flander narrowed his eyes slightly at Zhao Wuji, his hawk-like gaze shooting out.

Zhao Wuji suddenly took a step back, his body instinctively becoming alert, as if he were being watched by some ferocious beast, which sent a chill down his spine.

"Hey, what is that?"

Zhao Wuji was extremely wary. He followed Flander partly for mutual support, and partly because he was afraid of being no match for Flander.

While Zhao Wuji may not be able to defeat Flander, it doesn't mean he's completely powerless. The odds between him and that old miser are at least 30/70, and at best 40/60.

It was purely because Flander's Cat-Owl Martial Soul had the ability to fly, and although Zhao Wuji's strength surpassed Flander's, his speed was far inferior.

Moreover, ground units are inherently at a disadvantage when fighting flying units.

But now, Zhao Wuji is facing Flander, not just a difference in compatibility, but a difference in the food chain, like a rabbit facing a golden eagle.

Just one glance from Flander made Zhao Wuji feel like a bear cub facing a roc, something that could be done in a single bite.

Looking at the ghostly Zhao Wuji, Flander smiled gently.

"This is my upgrade, from an ordinary beast martial soul to a top-level beast martial soul, and the attribute has even changed to the ultimate wind."

"A top-tier beast spirit, the ultimate wind!?"

Zhao Wuji shouted loudly, and what happened afterward was unclear, but what happened beforeward truly shocked him.

It should be noted that the Mighty Vajra Bear is already considered a high-level beast spirit, and Zhao Wuji's title of Immovable King also relies on this kind of spirit.

Zhao Wuji had a slight advantage against the Mighty Ape Martial Soul of the Power Clan, but he was forced to back down against Flander in his current state.

This surprised Zhao Wuji, made him feel scared and even a little jealous, but soon, he was overjoyed.

"You old miser, to have such good fortune is truly unfair!" Zhao Wuji laughed and scolded. "Then let's see how you plan to seduce, I mean, attract the soul beast you want?"

Just as Flander advanced to the Soul Saint realm first, the stronger Flander becomes, the more advantageous it will be for their already bound team.

As for when Flander became like this, Zhao Wuji wasn't foolish enough to ask. As brothers, jokes are fine, but some things shouldn't be asked casually.

"It's very simple. The wind is everywhere, especially in this kind of forest. I can now sense the breath of countless lives in the Sunset Forest."

"Once I find a suitable soul beast, I will unleash my full power. Being a wind-attribute soul beast, a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast will definitely not be able to withstand it and will come to me on its own."

"The only problem is that it might trigger a riot among the beast hordes, and the ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts that are attracted will most likely be at least eighty thousand years old."

"The former can be avoided, but the latter will require us to fight tooth and nail."

Flanders explained that, compared to other elements, wind is the most advantageous in terms of location, because wherever carbon-based life forms live, there is wind.

On the surface, the Wind Domain is used to slow down enemies and speed up oneself, but in actual operation, it can be made even more precise.

Ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts are all local tyrants, each with their own territory. The one suitable for Flander must be of the same element: wind.

In this way, with the quality of Flander's soul power at the newly ascended Soul Saint level, it would be enough to suppress all soul beasts under ten thousand years old in that soul beast area.

Within a given area, ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts are not as common as cabbages; at most, there are only a few large or small ones.

Flander attacks the main target, Zhao Wuji holds off another, and the other three provide support; theoretically, this is more than enough.

"In short, I'm 80% confident I can handle them."

"You've got quite an appetite, haven't you?"

Zhao Wuji grinned. Although he knew about Flander's theory of the True Body Bone Armor of Martial Soul, he was still shocked to see it aimed directly at a Soul Beast that was 80,000 or 90,000 years old.

"Want to go crazy with me?"

Looking at his old buddies, this was why Flanders wanted to mobilize them all.

"Since you've said that, how can I refuse? A mere bristling beast like you can't possibly compare to sixteen Spirit Hall bishops! I'll go crazy with you!"

Zhao Wuji slapped his chest and said, "The bold get rich while the timid starve."

"What a madman!" Li Yusong, the oldest of the five, shook his head and sighed.

"Maybe I shouldn't have come," Lu Qibin, the control-type Soul Master among the five, muttered casually.

"Is it too late to leave now?" Shao Xin chimed in.

"So..." Flander shrugged and smiled.

"Let me take this chance with you."

The three of them exchanged a smile, realizing they were just a little crazier than before.

"Then let's get started. Old Zhao and Old Li, protect me. Old Lu and Old Shao, get ready."

"Got it." "Okay." "I heard you." "..."

After a while, the group found an open space where the wind blew from all directions, causing the blue silver grass that could be seen everywhere on the ground to sway here and there.

Zhao Wuji and Li Yusong each summoned their martial spirits, with bear shadows appearing or long staffs in their hands, standing to the side, their eyes cautiously scanning their surroundings.

Flanders stood in the very center, where he could best sense the direction of the wind.

The Realm of Wind!

Call ~

A gentle breeze appeared, causing little ripple, like a drop of water merging perfectly into the ocean.

Flander's consciousness, like the wind, wandered freely through the Sunset Forest.

Sensing the rustling of the towering tree's branches and leaves, the ripples of the stream flowing nearby, the flapping wings of birds in the sky, the low growls of tigers and leopards in the shadows, the grunting sounds of digging, the slapping of a billiard ball...

100 meters, 1,000 meters, 10,000 meters...

By merging one's own wind with the wind in the Sunset Forest, without attacking or moving actively, one simply follows the original wind and wanders throughout the entire forest.

The winds that flowed through the land sensed it, and Flanders was like a valley, taking in all the winds that passed by, and then letting them go their separate ways.

Keep only those echoes to yourself, and sense the path the wind takes.

Soon, a roar came from the wind, like the combination of a beast and a bird of prey, and the stench of wild animals seemed to permeate the air.

!

Flander suddenly opened his eyes, dispelling the small gust of wind that was spreading outwards, leaving only an echo in the valley.

"Found it." Flanders smiled happily.

"wind?"

In a place shrouded in poisonous miasma, all sorts of strange flowers bloom in vibrant colors. Dugu Bo rubbed the strange sensation on his fingertips, a look of suspicion on his face.

Could it be that the beast has gone mad again?