Wanyao Youyun

Feng Huan was very depressed these days and thought a lot. He thought about his father, his friends, his servants, and everyone around him since he could remember. Including his mother. Although "mother" was just a word to him because he had never seen his mother, not even a portrait, he would still often imagine what his mother looked like.

Because he couldn't practice martial arts, he could feel the strange looks from others since he was a child. Although they didn't say it, their eyes showed pity and regret. They pitied his useless body and felt sorry for his excellent conditions.

Feng Huan had also tried hard, and had been trying. The family-inherited cultivation code was one of the few top-level codes in Xuantian. He had tried countless times, but he had never been able to sense the pure air in the void because his acupoints were blocked.

The cultivation of humans in Longxing Continent relies on the acupoints of the human body to absorb the free air in the void. The number of acupoints determines a person's talent for cultivation. The more acupoints, the faster the cultivation speed. Ordinary people are born with two or three acupoints, while geniuses can open five or six. It is said that the strongest genius is born with seven acupoints, and his cultivation speed is several times that of ordinary people. According to historical records, the ancestors of the Feng and Hao families were geniuses with all seven acupoints opened.

Moreover, these acupoints cannot be opened by human power, so the basic talents for cultivation are destined by heaven and cannot be changed.

However, Feng Huan was born with all seven major acupoints blocked. No matter how hard he tried, or how advanced his practice was, he could not absorb even a trace of the pure air from the void.

After so many years of hard work, Feng Huan basically didn't hold much hope. He just habitually practiced the family code every day, maybe there would be a miracle one day? Sometimes he would comfort himself, saying that it was no big deal if he couldn't practice, there were people who couldn't practice everywhere in the world, so he could just be an ordinary citizen and live a peaceful life for decades.

In recent years, he has been a bit self-destructive. After all, as a teenager, growing up under the strange eyes of others, his thoughts will gradually become paranoid and his behavior will become more and more casual. That's why he got the title of the biggest playboy in the imperial capital.

What no one knew was that Feng Huan often studied various martial arts books by himself. He read through all the books on cultivation in the palace, hoping to find a solution, and also thinking that although he couldn't practice, maybe learning these books could help Pian Pian and the others practice.

What no one knew was that his body was different from that of an ordinary person. Of course, this was the conclusion he came to after asking many people indirectly. His heart seemed to be able to absorb the pure air from the void. Why did he say "seemed"? Because Feng Huan could sense that the pure air was being sucked into his heart at all times, but it was just being sucked in and could not be retained. And no matter how hard he practiced, it had no effect on the natural absorption of the heart, neither speeding up nor slowing down, as if this heart was independent of his body and he himself could not interfere.

Although he was in the prison, Feng Huan did not change his habit and practiced for half an hour every day. He could sense the familiar pure air of the void surrounding him, but he could not absorb it as usual. Feng Huan shook his head slightly and sighed, "Is this how my life will be?"

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, I'm here to see you!"

Having been imprisoned in the Tianlao for half a month, Wushuang would visit Feng Huan every day, bringing him some of his favorite snacks, and would sit at the prison door and talk to Feng Huan. Even though Feng Huan did not respond, she would still talk to him for half a day.

Today was no exception. He talked about some things outside again, of course most of them were heard from the palace maids. He also talked about Pian Pian's recent situation and told him not to worry.

Feng Huan listened to Wushuang talking about these things that people usually don't pay much attention to. He knew in his heart that this girl went to ask people about these trivial matters in order to help him pass the time. It was a good intention. He also made up his mind. Although he was reluctant, he didn't want to make Wushuang sad.

But he didn't want Wushuang to waste her time on him like this. If he delayed her cultivation, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

He suddenly stood up slowly.

"Brother Feng!"

Wushuang thought he was coming over to talk to her and was a little excited.

However, Feng Huan did not come to the door as she expected, but instead walked deeper into the prison.

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, don't go, stop... stop..."

Feng Huan pretended not to hear anything and continued to walk deeper into the cave without looking back, walking further and further away, ignoring Wushuang's heart-wrenching cries.

"I know what you are thinking, but I have my own ideas and I will not give up, no matter what the future holds." Wushuang shouted into the depths of the dark cell.

"Since you don't want to see me, I will put all my energy into cultivation, strive to improve my skills, and rescue you. You must hold on and wait for me." After a moment, without seeing Feng Huan looking back, Wushuang left the Heavenly Prison while muttering to himself.