Sneaking Away

Over the course of nearly a month, Jiang Xiaofeng learned quite a bit about sword-type martial souls with the help of Spirit Hall.

Several spirit masters with sword martial souls personally explained their insights to Jiang Xiaofeng.

Although most of their insights weren't particularly useful to Jiang Xiaofeng, they at least helped him understand how sword martial souls were generally perceived on the Douluo Continent.

To perform sword flight, one must reach the Soul Sage level.

Only after attaining the Soul Sage realm can a spirit master infuse their spirit power into their martial soul to grant it flight.

However, for sword martial soul users, this requires extremely high control.

Even though many people possess sword martial souls, few would actually use sword flight—unless it was just to show off.

After all, aside from looking impressive, it's practically useless.

Of course, Titled Douluo are an exception. Their control over spirit power is already extremely refined—otherwise, they wouldn't have reached that level.

But for Jiang Xiaofeng, he wasn't a pure native of the Douluo Continent.

"You people rely solely on spirit power. But what I possess is far beyond just that," thought Jiang Xiaofeng, and so he began trying to learn sword flight during this time.

On the first day of practice in his own courtyard, Yan stood off to the side mocking him.

"Brother Feng, that kind of thing is for Soul Sages and above. You're trying to fly already? Aren't you being a bit too ambitious?"

"Aiyo, Brother Feng fell again! If it's not working, don't force it!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, Brother Feng, you're seriously stubborn. How many times has it been now?"

Jiang Xiaofeng gave him a cold glare. Yan immediately shut up, not even daring to breathe loudly, and slunk away awkwardly.

Jiang Xiaofeng was a bit frustrated. In the cultivation world, sword flight was one of the simplest techniques.

But here on the Douluo Continent, it was nowhere near as easy as he had imagined.

He tried using the sword-flying technique from his cultivation world. While it could technically be cast, something seemed to reject it, and the effect was nearly negligible.

"Looks like this space is being restricted by some powerful entity. Otherwise, with my cultivation abilities, even a Titled Douluo would be no match for a Nascent Soul cultivator like me!"

Jiang Xiaofeng had his own understanding of this world's power structure.

Compared to the cultivation world, the power levels here were clearly lower. Here, one could only use spirit power, and to advance, they needed to obtain spirit rings.

In a way, this entire world felt like it had been carefully designed by some great figure with strict rules. If your strength hadn't surpassed that person's, then you couldn't break their rules.

Currently, Jiang Xiaofeng didn't yet possess power beyond that mysterious figure.

So would he really have to wait until reaching the Soul Sage level to achieve sword flight?

Jiang Xiaofeng didn't buy it. "I'm a Tribulation Stage cultivator—how can I be stuck in a place like this and not even manage to fly on my sword? Ridiculous!"

Once he fully completed the second realm of his Undying Body Technique, the Power of All Creation, he believed no one in the Douluo Continent would be his match.

Of course, Jiang Xiaofeng still didn't fully understand the exact rules of this world. He would only come to understand them once he completed the second stage of the Undying Body Technique.

After over a month of intense training, Jiang Xiaofeng finally managed to stand on his Zhuxian Sword. Not only that, he could even fly for short periods.

However, the altitude was embarrassing—barely hovering above the ground.

And the speed? Honestly, he might as well have been running.

That very day, the Continental Advanced Elite Spirit Master Tournament officially began.

As one of the hosts, Spirit Hall made a public announcement.

Teams from both great empires were now engaged in intense elimination rounds.

Jiang Xiaofeng was very interested in this tournament.

After all, it was a grand gathering of the most elite young spirit masters across the continent. Jiang Xiaofeng was curious to see just how powerful these so-called geniuses were.

After informing Bibi Dong, Jiang Xiaofeng secretly slipped away alone—not just anywhere, but headed directly toward the Star Luo Empire.

He was eager to see just how strong the previous champion, the Star Luo Royal Team, was in real combat.

Because it was still the elimination round, the Star Luo Royal Team had yet to appear—they would only enter during the semifinals.

Jiang Xiaofeng wasn't in a hurry. He treated the journey like a relaxing tour, slowly making his way to the Star Luo Empire.

To avoid attention, Jiang Xiaofeng asked Bibi Dong for a disguise technique to change his appearance slightly.

But Bibi Dong simply pointed at the mask in his hand and said:

"Your teacher doesn't know any fancy disguise spells. If you don't want to be recognized, just wear the mask."

Jiang Xiaofeng wasn't thrilled about wearing a mask.

Still, despite his reluctance, he didn't defy Bibi Dong. When he quietly left Spirit City, he wore the mask as instructed.

However, once he was out of sight, Jiang Xiaofeng immediately used a disguise spell from the cultivation world.

He had always known this kind of unorthodox technique, but with Hu Liena and the others around, he never used it. This was the first time.

Looking at his altered face reflected in the lake, Jiang Xiaofeng nodded in satisfaction.

"Good thing this kind of minor spell isn't restricted. Here I come, Star Luo Empire. Star Luo Royal Team—don't disappoint me!"

Jiang Xiaofeng's secret departure enraged Hu Liena. Sure, the team didn't really need Jiang Xiaofeng for training, but he went off alone to play and didn't even take her along?

"That damn Brother Feng! Ran off by himself without even telling me. When he gets back, I'm gonna skin him alive!"

This was the first time the disguised Jiang Xiaofeng had walked freely and alone across the world of Douluo Continent.

As Jiang Xiaofeng stepped into the capital city of the Star Luo Empire, the first round of elimination matches was just wrapping up.

Any team that survived the first round could be considered an elite team.

As Jiang Xiaofeng strolled through the bustling streets of Star Luo City, discussions about the elite tournament were everywhere.

"Don't miss out! Last two elimination matches happening now. Which two of the four remaining teams will advance? Place your bets quickly!"

Betting was one of the most common forms of entertainment for spirit masters—especially during the Continental Advanced Elite Spirit Master Tournament.

Just as Jiang Xiaofeng entered the city, a shifty-eyed man slithered up to him.

"Hey there, young man, you here alone?"

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