Moonlight, like frost, blanketed the courtyard.
Two elegant houses stood quietly within it.
Li Dixian was still busy in the yard.
With the healing power of the Wine Spirit, supplemented by Qian Renxue's pure light soul power, Li Dixian's injuries were no longer serious, leaving only a hint of paleness in his complexion.
At this moment, he removed his wind restraining gauze and concentrated on brewing the "wandering spirit wind extract."
Pain?
Thinking of the fine wine that was about to be ready, his ailing body had already recovered by more than half!
Crack—
Crack—
Beside him, Qian Renxue was grinding the hard wind soul crystal cluster with a millstone.
When the crystal cluster shattered, sharp gale force winds would escape, which she had to carefully resist with her soul power.
"Qian Renxue, is the crystal powder ready?"
Qian Renxue quickly handed over the ground crystal powder.
Her task was complete.
She leaned against the stone table, resting her chin on her hand, watching Li Dixian's focused figure.
Moonlight flowed over her golden hair, suffusing it with a platinum halo.
Her gentle eyes, like a sacred angel touched by mortal affection, quietly descended into the human world.
It was only a pity.
Such a beautiful scene.
Only the young man focused on brewing wine before her could witness it.
"Hoo..."
Li Dixian sighed deeply.
Fortunately, his treasure pouch contained all the necessary brewing tools.
He could brew wine anytime, anywhere.
The moment the dust-fine wind soul crystal powder fell into the specially made distiller's grains.
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
A clear, ethereal wind suddenly spread out from the pot-shaped vessel as its center.
The clear breeze ruffled Li Dixian's white robe and stirred Qian Renxue's golden hair.
Qian Renxue raised her exquisite face, looking in surprise at the transparent wine vessel in Li Dixian's hand.
She saw the rising white mist gradually turn a greenish-blue, and it was this green mist that diffused, transforming into wisps of clear wind.
The wine in the pot condensed into a flocculent pale green.
Under the moonlight, it swirled like an aurora, miraculously layered: the upper layer as clear as a spring, the lower layer suspended with sand-like wind soul crystals.
This bottle of ethereal and agile liquid seemed as if it would transform into wind and break out of the bottle at any moment!
"This is... the wandering spirit wind extract?"
Li Dixian's eyes reflected this bottle of magnificent nectar.
Just holding it in his hand, a light and ethereal energy already permeated his entire body, his white robe fluttering without wind, swirling incessantly.
The wind whispered in his ears, and flowing wind swirled around him.
All the insights he had gained in the Wind Eye these past two days seemed to be awakened by this clear breeze, surfacing clearly in his mind.
Li Dixian's breathing quickened, and joy spread across his handsome face.
"Yes, yes!"
"This is it! This is the feeling!"
Li Dixian tightly gripped the wandering spirit wind extract in one hand, while with the other, he pulled Qian Renxue, rushing out of the courtyard.
"Li Dixian, what are you... doing..."
Qian Renxue was caught off guard.
It was the first time she had been pulled like this by Li Dixian in her female form; her golden hair danced in the night wind, a blush rose to her exquisite cheeks, but her footsteps unconsciously followed.
"Come with me to the Wind Eye again!"
"Today, I shall comprehend the sword!"
Qian Renxue turned her head.
Looking at the young man who was holding her wrist tightly, his profile filled with excitement, the corners of her lips softly curved upwards.
"Alright."
The Wind Eye in the mountain hollow.
Moonlight, like a waterfall, poured down from the hourglass-shaped mountain pass.
All was silent, only the whistling of the gale force winds traversing the area grew clearer and more piercing in the night.
Li Dixian's eyes were bound by the wind restraining gauze, and before him lay the "wandering spirit wind extract" emanating a clear breeze.
He concentrated and listened... the sound of the wind here was like ten thousand swords clashing!
The cavities in the rock walls cut the airflow into sword rhythms!
Some were clear and melodious like a young phoenix's first cry, others dull and heavy like an old ape breaking a branch!
"Wonderful sound... wonderful sound..."
At this moment.
Li Dixian finally understood the true meaning of Feng Bailong's words, "the wind's rhythm is pleasant to hear."
Although his eyes were covered, the sounds of all things became doubly clear in his ears, as if he had gained an extra sense.
This wondrous experience filled him with immense joy.
Li Dixian placed his palm on the ground.
His fingertips traced the rock wall, covered with traces of wind erosion.
One must know that these were all natural sword manuals carved by millennium-old gale force winds.
"Good! Good!"
Initially.
Li Dixian felt a cacophony of noises in his ears.
But gradually... a clear and unparalleled sword hum, as if piercing through chaos, echoed in his mind!
The sword hum grew louder and clearer!
Outside the Wind Eye.
Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes widened as she saw... the violent gale force winds in the mountain hollow suddenly pause.
Thousands of invisible air currents, as if summoned, converged towards Li Dixian's palm.
Wind.
Originally formless and intangible.
Now, it solidified as if substantial.
Outlining the hilt, spine, and edge of a sword.
It was precisely the shape of Li Dixian's Azure Lotus Sword.
The sword body, condensed from the essence of wind, was transparent as glaze, and twelve lotus flowers lit up one by one.
It was as if clear wind was infused into it.
Urging the lotus petals to unfurl in sequence, swaying gracefully.
With each blossoming green lotus petal, the sword's edge trembled slightly.
Emitting a clear and melodious sword hum that perfectly blended with the surrounding gale force winds.
"The howling wind can transform into a sword hum!"
"Just like this sword, why be constrained by routines?"
"One should go with the flow, and rise with the wind!"
Li Dixian's mind suddenly cleared.
That invisible wind, that wailing sound that could split rocks.
In his ears, it had completely shed its fierce facade, revealing its most fundamental rhythm.
When he had comprehended the Sword of Wind Intent.
Li Dixian had once pondered what this sword would be like.
Now, recalling the painstaking thought put into sword moves and the arduous practice of sword forms, he realized how clumsy and deliberate it had been!
He raised the Azure Lotus Sword condensed from wind intent.
With a single swing, though it was a physical sword.
It seemed to meld into the unrestrained wandering wind.
"Wind..."
"Encounters a mountain, it goes around; encounters a gap, it passes through; encounters an obstruction, it howls; encounters openness, it spreads out!"
"The Sword of Wind Intent should be the same!"
"If one is constrained by fixed starting moves, trajectories, and killing blows, isn't it like forcefully stuffing the invisible wind into a deliberate mold?"
Li Dixian's eyes shone brightly, and his entire being became incredibly clear.
"This sword of mine should be like the wind..."
"Formless and shapeless, yet omnipresent; without moves or forms, yet containing myriad killing intents!"
Li Dixian's white robe whirled wildly.
The gale force winds that once felt like knife cuts could no longer harm him in the slightest.
Instead, they swirled around his body, forming vortices of wind.
Li Dixian's eyes were covered by black silk, yet he heard a rhythm of unparalleled beauty he had never heard before.
"With the heart as the eye, observe the rhythm of heaven and earth."
"With the body as the sheath, embrace the winds of the eight directions."
"This is then..."
"Unrestrained, free-spirited, riding the wind, the sword draws the heavens' cry!"
As his mind achieved clarity, the Azure Lotus Sword shadow, condensed from wind intent in his palm, suddenly burst forth with brilliant light, letting out a clear, dragon-like roar.
"Hahahahaha—!"
Li Dixian laughed heartily, unrestrained and free-spirited.
He grabbed the wandering spirit wind extract and drank it down.
A light and ethereal energy swirled around him, making him feel as if he could ride the wind and depart at any moment.
Li Dixian's gaze turned towards the outside of the Wind Eye.
He looked at Qian Renxue, who was gazing at him, her eyes gleaming with a strange brilliance.
He twirled the Azure Lotus Sword in his hand with a dashing flourish.
The Sword of Wind Intent in his heart was about to break through the earth and be born, and he wanted to share it with someone.
"Qian Renxue, would you like to dance a sword with me?"
Qian Renxue's breath hitched.
Light soul power flowed in her palm, condensing into a radiant longsword.
Without the slightest hesitation.
Disregarding the gale force winds that were strong enough to tear rocks apart.
She lightly tapped her toes.
Meeting the swirling sword light and the white-robed young man in the wind... It was said to be urticaria caused by low immunity, so dear readers, please take care of yourselves~~
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