Five and a half months ago, when Xiao Feng broke through to 5-star Dou Ling, he received a long-awaited system notification:
> [System Notification: Host's daily Energy Point (EP) gain has reached the Dou Qi Continent's current limit: 500,000 EP/day. EP Storage Cap: 150,000,000. Upon ascending to a higher realm, EP cap and gain will increase accordingly. No action needed.]
At the time, the notification didn't affect his cultivation much, but it was a subtle reminder that he was brushing up against the limits of this realm. There was more to aim for, and someday, the cap would break too.
Now, at the age of 9, Xiao Feng had already achieved the power of a Dou Wang, a feat that was nothing short of monstrous in the eyes of the continent.
> Status Panel
Age: 9
Cultivation: Dou Wang – 1 Star
Daily EP Gain: 500,000
Total EP: 149,400,000
It was a foundation that most could only dream of in a lifetime.
With his breakthrough complete and his control over Dou Qi Wings stabilized, Xiao Feng sat quietly in the main hall of his elegant mountain mansion. He had something important to do today—something he'd been waiting for since he first gained the Tempest Swords, the Wind God's ultimate sword technique.
The moment his cultivation stepped into the Dou Wang realm, the system sent him another notification:
> [Requirement Met: Dou Wang Achieved. Unlocking Tempest Swords – 2nd and 3rd Forms.]
2nd Move: Wind Fang Slash – Earth Rank Mid-Tier
3rd Move: Storm Rift – Earth Rank High-Tier
With a pulse of thought, Xiao Feng opened the system shop and bought both unlocked techniques. Two scrolls immediately materialized in his hands, wrapped in jade-green silk and covered in mysterious wind-attributed runes.
He held one in each hand.
As he activated them, both scrolls burst into shimmering green light and dissolved into energy, flowing straight into his forehead. Memories, techniques, movements—an entire sword legacy—streamed into his mind like a torrent.
It was overwhelming at first.
Whirlwinds danced across his consciousness as if the very will of the Wind God was transmitting its teachings directly into his soul. Sword arcs, footwork, breathing techniques—everything was detailed down to the smallest shift of balance or timing of breath.
Thirty minutes later, Xiao Feng opened his eyes.
He was calm, but the jade-green light dancing faintly in his pupils hinted at the vast storm he now controlled.
Without a word, he exited the mansion, his Dou Qi wings unfurling behind him in a soft burst of jade and silver light. He soared hundreds of meters away from the sanctuary—far enough that any potential energy backlash wouldn't harm the surrounding beauty he called home.
The wind above the mountains stirred.
He summoned his sword, the blade humming with resonance as if it too could feel the anticipation.
Xiao Feng took a deep breath. His expression was serene.
Then, he stepped forward and slashed.
> "Wind Fang Slash!"
A sharp arc of green light, shaped like a giant crescent wind blade, blasted forward. The sheer speed of the attack caused a high-pitched screech to ripple through the air. It moved faster than the eye could follow, cutting a deep, clean scar across a distant cliff wall.
The wind pressure alone split trees and tossed boulders off ledges.
Before the echo could fade, Xiao Feng's sword flickered once more. He took a stance—the sky darkened, wind gathering around him in a violent swirl.
> "Storm Rift."
The third move.
His blade moved in a spiral, a full-circle arc of chaotic wind Dou Qi that gathered and compressed to a point. The second the tip of his sword pointed forward—
Boom!
A vortex exploded outward like a spinning hurricane compressed into a blade, tearing forward in a spiral pattern. The sheer force of the technique cracked the sky, and the energy pressure left deep gouges in the earth below as it passed.
The trees swayed violently, and the wind howled with a voice of its own.
But even before the technique finished dispersing, Xiao Feng staggered backward.
His face paled.
> "So much Dou Qi… the third move really drains too much," he murmured.
Though his cultivation base was strong, using Storm Rift had nearly drained half his Dou Qi reserve in a single slash. It was a terrifying trump card—but one he couldn't spam in battle.
Still, Xiao Feng smiled.
He sheathed his sword, breathing slowly to recover. Wind gathered around him gently, responding to his presence with affection rather than force.
> "This move… it's worth it," he thought, eyes sharp.
He returned to his mansion to meditate and replenish his Dou Qi. The Tempest Swords' new forms were now in his arsenal, and his power had grown not just in level, but in lethality.