Li Dixian was carried by Feng Bailong as they leaped from the cliff.
His body plummeted rapidly.
The violent air currents almost tore at his eyelids, making it difficult for him to see.
Dozens of breaths later, a force suddenly pulled him.
His feet finally touched solid ground.
Li Dixian staggered a step before he stabilized himself.
He eagerly looked up.
Before him was a peculiar funnel-shaped mountain hollow.
Gale-force winds howled and collided within it, and the agitated air currents brought a bone-chilling coolness to his face.
On the hollow's walls,
were countless crisscrossing ravines carved by the gale-force winds.
What captured Li Dixian's gaze, however, were the shimmering greenish-grey wind soul crystal clusters embedded in the crevices of those ravines.
"Senior Feng Bailong, this..."
Feng Bailong smiled, interrupting Li Dixian.
"No need to talk about that yet."
"Little Friend Dixian, you should explain things to your friend first."
"My humble Wind Sword Sect can't withstand her wrath."
"Hmm?"
Li Dixian was stunned.
Just then, a scorching celestial light suddenly poured down from the cliff opening above.
Bang—!
A surge of light power descended with a roar.
His vision was filled with pure and dazzling brilliance.
Li Dixian only felt a blinding, hazy white before his eyes.
When the light subsided slightly, what came into view were six pristine, sacred wings.
Qian Renxue had also leaped down from the ten-thousand-foot cliff!
At this moment,
she stood in front of Li Dixian, separating him from Feng Bailong.
Her eyes, as blue as an icy lake, glowed, and her stunning face was covered in a chilling frost, locking onto Feng Bailong.
Li Dixian hastily stepped forward two paces, turning his body to block Qian Renxue.
He cut off Qian Renxue's hostile gaze.
"Senior Feng Bailong brought me here to comprehend the Way of the Sword; there is no malice."
Qian Renxue's gaze fell on Li Dixian's face.
She realized her reaction was an overreaction and that she had seemingly misunderstood Feng Bailong, and the chill in her eyes quickly receded.
Seeing Li Dixian wink in Feng Bailong's direction,
Qian Renxue pursed her lips, lowered her gaze, and said softly:
"My apologies, Senior Feng Bailong."
Feng Bailong waved his hand, his smile undiminished.
Qian Renxue glanced at Li Dixian.
Only then did she retract her wings and obediently retreat to the side.
"Little Friend Dixian..."
Feng Bailong turned towards the Wind Eye.
"The Wind Sword Sect is located in the Wind Gathering Mountain Range."
"This mountain, due to its unique terrain, can gather wind power from all directions."
"And this very spot is the core Wind Eye of the Wind Gathering Mountain Range."
"Wind Eye..."
Li Dixian's gaze once again swept over the howling mountain hollow.
He lingered for an extra moment on the greenish-grey wind soul crystal clusters, sincerely exclaiming,
"It truly is a masterpiece of nature."
Feng Bailong nodded in agreement.
"The wind power here is immensely powerful, and even the pervasive Heaven and Earth Soul Power is imbued with the wind's sharpness and agility."
"Listening to the wind's howl here, comprehending the true meaning of wind, and then capturing your own sword's cry will all yield twice the results with half the effort."
"Little Friend Dixian can come here often in the future to cultivate and comprehend."
Li Dixian bowed respectfully.
"Thank you, Senior."
"No need to be so polite."
Feng Bailong said with a smile:
"This Wind Eye is a public cultivation ground that all disciples of the Wind Sword Sect can use; it's not considered a rare resource."
"Public ground?"
Li Dixian looked around.
Aside from the howling wind, there was no one else.
He couldn't help but look puzzled.
Although Feng Bailong's eyes were covered with black silk, his perception seemed even keener than that of a sighted person.
"Look at the wind marks on the rock wall..."
"Although the wind-attribute soul power here is dense,"
"the ferocity of the gale-force winds is more than ordinary people can bear."
"A Soul Venerable cannot last a single incense stick in the hollow, and even a Soul Sect will feel as if their bones are being scraped by knives, with unbearable pain."
"Therefore, few sect disciples are willing to come here. As for the elders..."
Feng Bailong's tone paused slightly.
A hint of imperceptible regret was revealed.
"They rely more on quickly mastering sword formations to improve their strength."
"They find comprehending the meaning of wind too slow and disdain to come."
From that sigh,
Li Dixian sensed Feng Bailong's slight helplessness regarding the current state of the sect.
Feng Bailong spread his rough palm, and a light, fluttering black silk ribbon lay in its center.
"Little Friend Dixian, when you listen to the wind to comprehend the Way, you need to tie on the wind restraining gauze."
"It can help you eliminate distracting thoughts, make it easier to connect with the meaning of wind, and improve efficiency."
As if fearing Li Dixian would misunderstand, he added:
"When you truly comprehend the meaning of wind and hear the sword's cry, you can remove it yourself."
Li Dixian took the black silk, feeling a cool touch on his fingertips, and he smiled:
"Senior worries too much."
"This junior feels that wearing this black silk has quite a dashing demeanor."
Li Dixian's words sparked a connection for Feng Bailong, and the image of everyone in the sect wearing black silk appeared in his mind. He shook his head helplessly:
"Those disciples only think about quickly mastering sword formations, but they've forgotten that listening to the wind is the foundation of the Wind Sword."
"If they had even one percent of Little Friend Dixian's talent and diligence, this old man would be content."
Li Dixian was about to say a few humble words.
Feng Bailong had already continued to admonish:
"Listening to the wind to comprehend the sword is by no means an overnight achievement."
"When this old man covered his eyes to listen to the wind back then, it took him over a year to vaguely capture a trace of sword intent."
"Little Friend Dixian, you already have the sprouts of wind intent in your heart, and your talent is extraordinary, so your progress will naturally be much faster."
"But remember, there's no need to rush. The Wind Sword Sect will prepare a residence for you; settle down with peace of mind, the duration doesn't matter."
"Senior's kindness, this junior will bear it in mind."
Li Dixian thanked him again.
He looked at the greenish-grey wind soul crystal clusters on the rock wall.
"Senior, this junior has another matter to inquire about..."
"Those wind soul crystal clusters, I wonder if this junior could take some? This junior is willing to compensate with valuables."
Feng Bailong tilted his head slightly, his ears catching the subtle rubbing sound of the wind soul crystal clusters amidst the howling wind.
"Is Little Friend Dixian referring to those wind soul crystal clusters?"
"They are like icicles formed after heavy snow, merely the product of years of wind howling here."
"Although they contain wind-attribute soul power, they are mixed with a trace of destructive aura that is difficult to refine, and the sect even has to clear them out regularly."
"If Little Friend Dixian has a use for them, feel free to take them; there's no need for valuables in exchange."
"Thank you, Senior!"
Li Dixian's heart filled with joy, and an uncontrollable excitement flashed in his eyes.
Brewing wine!
He could brew wine again!
The wind soul crystal clusters were also recorded among the myriad spiritual materials in the "Brewing Record"!
Although they were not as miraculous as the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well in seizing the creation of heaven and earth,
they were precisely the material for brewing an unparalleled fine wine called "wandering spirit wind extract."
If this wine were consumed,
it could cause a light, ethereal wind to swirl around one's body, dramatically increasing movement speed.
Li Dixian was not someone who didn't know how to repay kindness.
Just as he had brewed the "Ice Flame Immortal Dew" using the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and gifted it to Dugu Bo.
However, it would be impossible to cultivate the Frost Melting Spirit Vein Body by simply following the usual steps.
And on the day the "wandering spirit wind extract" was brewed,
he would also share it with the Wind Sword Sect.
"With the 'wandering spirit wind extract,' enveloped by the light, ethereal wind, comprehending the true meaning of wind should also gain some assistance, right?"
Comprehending the meaning of wind was certainly important.
But thinking of personally brewing and tasting this brand-new, unparalleled fine wine,
the craving for alcohol churned in Li Dixian's stomach, and a strong thirst rushed to his throat.
He was so tempted that he couldn't help but purse his lips, and the corners of his mouth, turned up in a smile, simply couldn't be suppressed...
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