Chapter 33: Torso Bone of the Hurricane Body

After a moment of shock, Feng Yan was the first to regain his composure, exclaiming, "Tailwind, Tailwind—what a truly magnificent spirit skill."

"Indeed," Feng Yu added, clicking his tongue in wonder. "As expected of the Hurricane Bird; to think it could produce such a powerful spirit skill."

Following this, the two questioned Mo Hui about the sequence of events. Upon learning that Mo Hui had taken down the Hurricane Beast single-handedly, they were once again struck with amazement.

Roughly a quarter of an hour later, Mo Hui returned to his dormitory.

His first order of business was to enter the bathroom to wash away the grime of a year spent without a proper bath, after which he changed into sleepwear and collapsed onto his bed. Compared to the hard stone slabs he had grown accustomed to, the softness of the bed felt exceptionally comfortable, allowing his nerves—tightly wound for over a year—to finally relax.

During his year of cultivation within the Hurricane Canyon, Mo Hui had barely rested, sleeping only a few hours every two months when he returned to the academy to purchase supplies. Proper relaxation had been virtually non-existent.

In contrast, Pidgeot had fared much better. Since food prepared by spirit masters had a limited shelf life, Mo Hui had placed a long-term order with a local spirit master specializing in insect feed. Every day, the man would punctually deliver fresh wind-worms for Pidgeot to consume.

Soon, Mo Hui drifted into a deep sleep. With his spirit power supply and mental focus withdrawn, the Pidgeot faded into specks of cyan light and vanished from the room.

Mo Hui slept for a long time, not waking until noon the following day.

"Ahhh..."

Awakening, Mo Hui felt refreshed, the lingering, heavy fatigue wiped away. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and glanced at the clock in the room. "It’s already noon on the second day? It has been such a long time since I’ve had such a long rest."

After stretching his body, Mo Hui’s expression turned serious. He sat back on the bed and retrieved the spirit bone dropped by the Hurricane Bird.

"A torso bone. I had assumed that a wind-attributed spirit beast like the Hurricane Bird would have a higher probability of dropping a leg bone."

Because the situation had been so rushed, he hadn't had a chance to inspect it properly before, and upon returning, he had immediately fallen asleep. Now, seeing the type of spirit bone clearly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Among all spirit bones, excluding the rare external spirit bones, the torso bone is the most precious, followed by the skull bone, and finally, the limb bones.

Every spirit bone is a rare commodity. Even the lowest-grade ones could easily fetch hundreds of thousands or even millions of gold spirit coins at an auction, and they were always in high demand.

Though the spirit bone in Mo Hui's hand was only two thousand years old, it was the highly coveted torso bone, making it quite valuable among standard spirit bones.

"Not bad. Even if I don't absorb it myself, selling it will net me a hefty sum!" Mo Hui nodded with satisfaction.

Afterward, he headed to the Kamikaze Academy’s spirit fighting arena, intending to find a space to familiarize himself with the surge in strength brought about by Pidgeot's evolution.

However, he hadn't been training for long before a group of students spotted the new face. Seeing Mo Hui, the other students in the arena wore mischievous grins.

A moment later, a burly student approached Mo Hui and said, "Brother, care for a spirit fight? Training like this is too boring, don't you think?"

"A spirit fight?"

Mo Hui paused, then stroked his chin in thought. It wasn't a bad idea. At level thirty-one, he was already considered quite high-ranking within Kamikaze Academy. There were few with higher levels than him, and if he didn't fight now, there would soon be no one left for him to spar with as his level continued to rise. Moreover, compared to solo practice, combat was the best way to gauge his current strength; after all, practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.

After a brief moment of consideration, Mo Hui nodded. "Alright, I accept."

Seeing this, the burly youth’s lips curled into a smirk. He gestured with his thumb toward the arena behind him and said, "Let's go."

They quickly stepped onto the arena floor, but then the burly youth added, "A simple spar seems a bit dull. How about we bet on a meal? Whoever loses pays for today’s lunch."

"Deal!"

Mo Hui nodded. It was just the cost of a meal; he could afford that, and besides, he wasn't necessarily going to lose.

The burly youth smiled and spoke first: "Kid, remember my name. My surname is Feng, and my given name is Jiege! My spirit is the Azure Wind Hawk, a level twenty-eight assault-system battle spirit master."

Kamikaze Academy admitted students in their twenties and graduated them at level thirty. Thus, Feng Jiege’s strength was considered upper-middle tier within the academy.

Mo Hui replied briefly: "Mo Hui. Spirit: Pidgeot. Level thirty-one spirit grandmaster."

"What? You're level thirty-one?"

Feng Jiege’s first reaction was disbelief. Mo Hui looked only about twelve years old; how could his level be higher than his own, especially when he himself was already eighteen?

Yet, seeing the other’s shock, Mo Hui’s heart remained undisturbed.

Although he had reached level thirty-one at eleven and a half years old, surpassing the original Tang San, these achievements were the result of his own grueling cultivation. The effort he had invested would put any self-proclaimed "talented" person to shame.

Under normal circumstances, even hardworking geniuses would rest for several hours a day, but Mo Hui did not. While other students at Kamikaze Academy could barely withstand a few days—or even a few hours—in the Hurricane Canyon, he had made it his home.

The benefits of the Hurricane Canyon for wind-attributed spirit masters were undeniable. In the original story, after being defeated by Tang San, Feng Xiaotian had worked hard and frequented the Hurricane Canyon, even setting a record by staying inside for two years. He had jumped from a level forty-four spirit ancestor to a level sixty-one spirit emperor—an increase of seventeen levels in one go.

Considering this was a breakthrough at the spirit ancestor and spirit king stages, and comparing him to his peers like Huo Wu and Huo Wushuang—who had started at a similar level but only reached levels fifty-four and fifty-three after five years, despite the aid of mimicry training grounds—the speed of Feng Xiaotian’s progress was evident.

Even Tang San, a "cheat" himself, was shocked by such growth. Given that Feng Xiaotian had already passed his golden age of cultivation and lacked immortal herbs, his progress showcased the sheer potency of the Hurricane Canyon's training boost.

Feng Jiege’s skepticism quickly dissipated, replaced by endless astonishment.