Douluo: The Fallen Garuda, Feathers Crossing the Mortal Realm

The boundary between the Heavenly Soul and the Sun and Moon, the campsite of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

In the most central of the caravan, in a luxurious soul-guided carriage, a handsome middle-aged man looked up from his desk, a refined yet helpless smile on his face, as he looked at a robust old man quietly drinking tea beside him.

"Elder Wu, have Xiao Tian and Xiao Feng gone to find that child again?"

Upon hearing the man's question, Elder Wu gently blew on the hot tea in his hand and said.

"Hmm, we've been watching them for over a month now, don't you get tired of them?"

"As soon as that kid starts practicing his boxing and swordplay, they run over to watch and clap and cheer from time to time."

After finishing speaking, Old Wu clicked his tongue and then picked up his teacup to take a sip.

The refined middle-aged man chuckled in response.

"That child is indeed quite remarkable. After observing him for over a month, he has never slacked off in his daily cultivation, even when it's raining."

He never complained of being tired while practicing his skills and strengthening his body, and he was also handsome and good at dealing with people.

"Not to mention Xiao Tian and Xiao Feng, even I like kids like this."

"But perhaps the journey was just too boring, and only that child could tell them some stories."

Old Wu also strongly agreed with what the middle-aged man said.

"Indeed, what's even more remarkable is that this child is also exceptionally talented. With such talent and such diligence, there will likely be another top expert on the continent in a few years."

"But Qingyun, should we use the sect's resources to investigate this child's background? At the age of six or seven, he has already reached the fifteenth level of Soul Master. He is probably born with full Soul Power."

"A disciple like this would be an absolute prodigy in any sect or family, a pillar of the future."

"There wasn't an adult with him when he joined the Chamber of Commerce's caravan. Could this kid have run away from home?"

It's no wonder that Elder Wu thought this way. Although Fu Yu's physique has been tempered and refined by the Soul Rings, it is no less impressive than that of the young people in Douluo Continent.

However, titled Douluo don't just use their eyes to judge people; they also use aura perception, mental power probing, and many other methods.

While not as precise as directly assessing bone age, the difference is not significant.

As for speculating which sect or family Fu Yu comes from, it's not entirely unfounded.

His personal demeanor, the wealth he inadvertently revealed, and his systematic boxing and swordsmanship skills all indicated that this person was not of commoner origin.

However, if something happens to children like these in the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School's merchant caravan, the trouble will be enormous.

Therefore, Elder Wu couldn't help but ask Ning Qingyun with some concern.

Elder Wu's question also made Ning Qingyun think; indeed, they couldn't be careless.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School's status on the continent is no longer what it was ten thousand years ago; there are countless forces that can rival or even surpass them.

Not to mention Shrek Academy and Body Sect, which are the top in the Three Kingdoms, even the Xuanming Sect and other powerful families in the Douling Empire have caught up.

And there are even more like the Earth Dragon Gate.

"Old Wu, your concerns are not without merit. But who says there were no adults around? Maybe they were hiding in the shadows."

Ning Qingyun's somewhat teasing words made Elder Wu burst into laughter, and he said with a touch of pride.

"Haha, although my talent is indeed not the highest among my peers, I have only reached level ninety-three at my age."

"But that's still a Title Douluo. To be able to hide in the shadows without me noticing, unless that person is a Super Douluo of level 95 or higher..."

Elder Wu paused abruptly, looking at Ning Qingyun with some surprise and uncertainty.

"Hiss, could there really be a Super Douluo guarding this child?"

This time it was Ning Qingyun's turn to laugh, his eyes full of amusement as he looked at Elder Wu.

"Elder Wu, I was just saying that, why did you take it so seriously? Besides, the problem is based on the fact that we failed to protect this child."

"The merchant guild's caravan has traveled this route from Tianhun to Riyue countless times. What risks could there be?"

"Besides, aren't you and I in this convoy?"

Upon hearing this, Old Wu scratched his gray beard and said thoughtfully.

"Now that you mention it, Qingyun, it's true. No matter how powerful this child's background is, we just need to get him safely to Mingdu."

Ning Qingyun smiled and nodded, agreeing with Elder Wu's statement.

"Sigh, we've been talking about that kid for so long, why don't we invite him over for a meal?"

"They've taken care of our child for so long, it would be really inappropriate not to show our appreciation."

"Indeed, without that girl Xiaofeng around, I have a lot more peace and quiet. I should definitely thank her. I'll send someone to inform her right now."

Elder Wu readily agreed with the suggestion, and then, with a slight movement of his lips, a telepathic message was transmitted through his soul power.

On an open space next to the caravan, Fu Yu was intently practicing the Twenty-One Forms of the Tai Xu Sword Style, holding an iron sword.

Although due to the super memory caused by Garuda and Yu Duchen, coupled with Shisui Kenshin's control over his body, Fu Yu's speed in learning martial arts was extremely fast.

But memories are just memories; the cultivation of martial arts is like rowing against the current—if you don't move forward, you fall behind.

Simply memorizing things in your mind is useless; you must cultivate consistently so that your body can also retain the memory.

Even if the body remembers, daily training still cannot be relaxed.

As the saying goes: "One day of practice brings one day of progress; one day without practice is ten days wasted."

"Sword Opening Stance, Instantaneous Strike!"

As Fu Yu's eyes narrowed, he thrust his iron sword straight forward. The short, explosive burst of force made the sword cut through the air like a powerful bow and crossbow, producing a piercing sword cry.

Although the sword stopped, the surging sword energy left a sword mark two or three meters long on the ground.

"Wow, Brother Xiaoyu is amazing!"

Not far from where Fu Yu was practicing his sword, two little girls, about three or four years old, stood beside him, watching him intently.

A woman dressed in a white dress, with short platinum blonde hair, golden eyes, and skin as white as snow, looked like an exquisite porcelain doll, making people feel affection for her involuntarily.

The other girl beside him also had snow-white skin, but her neat ponytail and her fiery red eyes gave her a heroic air.

Hearing Ning Tian's undisguised praise of Fu Yu, the red-haired girl Wu Feng's red eyes revealed a hint of defiance.

However, unlike the expression on its owner's face, the little hands on its chest clapped along with Ning Tian's applause.

After Fu Yu finished practicing the last move, Ning Tian and Wu Feng immediately grabbed what they were holding and ran over with their short legs.

Ning Tian's golden eyes sparkled with starlight as she held a clean towel in her hand and handed it to Fu Yu.

"Here you go, Brother Xiaoyu!"

Fu Yu smiled and accepted the towel Ning Tian handed her, responding to the little girl's expectation.

"Thank you for the towel, little Tian."

Then Fu Yu looked at Wu Feng, who was slightly raising his snow-white chin, and took the clean water from his hand.

"Thank you for the water, Little Wind Sister!"

Wu Feng's pink lips involuntarily curled up, but on the surface she still maintained an arrogant expression.

"You're welcome."