Suifeng and Tang San followed the Grandmaster to his modest residence—a simple thirty-square-meter room, plainly furnished. What caught Suifeng's attention was a bookshelf in the corner, densely packed with books—history, spirit-beast encyclopaedia's… and other unexpected titles, but he'd ignore that.
The Grandmaster took a large paper-wrapped bundle from his robe and laid it on the table, slowly unwrapping it to reveal several chicken drumsticks and some steamed buns.
Pushing the bundle toward them, he smiled: "You two must be hungry. Have some."
Tang San politely declined—three times in total.
Suifeng wasted no time: he pulled up a stool, sat down, and grabbed a bun in one hand and a drumstick in the other. After a few bites, he started to choke and quickly pointed to the kettle: "Water! Water! Hurry!"
Tang San rolled his eyes but filled a glass for him, silently thinking, Isn't he afraid the food's poisoned?
Suifeng gulped it down with taste: "Ahh!" A shame he couldn't wash it down with spicy Lao Gan Ma—what a pity.
Then he pulled out a tissue from his space bag and delicately wiped the grease from his lips as though he hadn't just devoured a chicken leg.
Recently, tissues had become common—they came from his last month's raffle win: 99 packs of "Qingfeng" tissues—around 200 RMB worth. Cha-ching. Random prize indeed meant anything!
From among skills, gear, pets… Sure, someone from Africa like him didn't expect prizes there—but 99 packs of tissue could last until he got a girlfriend!
Though Tang San hadn't eaten the food, to the Grandmaster, this was a promising first step in bonding.
Clearing his throat, the Grandmaster pulled over a stool, sat down, and stroked his beard. His wise eyes focused on Suifeng:
"Suifeng, you're six years old, with innate full soul power—but your spirit beast is unknown?"
Suifeng flicked a toothpick, flashed a grin, and looked up casually: "Hmm? Yeah. So?"
The Grandmaster shook his head and continued: "When you released your spirit skill at the gate, I didn't see it—but I could sense it."
Suifeng shrugged casually: "Oh yeah? You're amazing."
Flat-toned, no praise intended.
The Grandmaster nodded inwardly: This kid's iron-willed. We'll see if he stays calm.
"You already released your spirit skill—just invisible, so undetectable."
He opened a window—the rooftop breeze stirred Suifeng's hair—and turned back, eyes gleaming, finger pointed.
The moment was ripe: "Yes, my spirit beast is the Gale Spirit." Suifeng calmly flicked away his toothpick, dreading the Grandmaster might say "The truth is…there's only one answer!"
Grandmaster bit his tongue—that line was mine! —and noticed Tang San was unsurprised, implying the two boys were already close.
He kept going: "Yes—and judging by your soul ring's duration, it's around 800 years. This shows: although your body looks like a child…"
"My physique is above average," Suifeng interrupted, pulling a small knife and trimming his nails with a calm expression.
Trim, blow, admire his elegant hands—he nodded in satisfaction.
"Hey! Don't interrupt me! This is annoying!" the Grandmaster snapped.
Suifeng half-lifted his eyelids: "Oh? Is it? Okay, I'll watch out next time."
The Grandmaster rolled his eyes and continued: "According to my research, spirit beasts fall into two categories: artifact or fauna-based. Some artifact beasts, like Wind Fan, borrow wind energy—but your beast is wind. That's far more powerful, and makes you a bane of all wind-type soul masters."
Then, with a flash of insight, he asked: "What is your first soul skill?"
He glanced at Tang San: "If it's too personal, you don't have to say."
Suifeng popped a lychee and casually replied: "Nothing's too personal. My first soul skill is called Gale Speed—costs triple soul power, grants triple movement speed."
The Grandmaster considered it: "A rare, solid first soul skill. Most early ones are useless later—but yours will still be effective even at the Soul Lord stage."
Suifeng peeled another lychee: "Oh? Oh? Wow."
The Grandmaster was exasperated: "Seriously—you are listening, right?"
"Yep," Suifeng blinked. "Listening."
The Grandmaster sighed. The first option—teaching Suifeng—was hard.
Option two: redirect to Tang San.
He pivoted away from Suifeng, visibly annoyed, and addressed Tang San instead.
Meanwhile, Suifeng smirked; one nod meant agreement, two meant deep agreement, three was triple denial—a favourite trick when dealing with annoying people.
Hidden Details of Gale Speed
Unsaid were two modes:
Everyday mode: +20% movement speed passively, no soul power cost.
Turbo mode: triple speed, costs double soul power. Great for offense or retreat.
He was planning to unleash a powerful attack soon… but not in front of the Grandmaster.