These past two days, all the Wind Sword Sect disciples knew there was an extraordinary person among them.
Every day at dawn, he would go to the Wind Eye forbidden area in the sect's back mountain, accompanied by a stunningly beautiful young woman.
This matter deeply shocked many disciples.
Even a Spirit Master of the Soul Sect rank would find the Wind Eye forbidden area excruciatingly painful, like sharp blades flaying their flesh, if they stayed there for too long.
Yet, this young man could endure it until dusk before returning to his residence with faltering steps.
As a new day dawned, watching the white-robed young man, supported by the beautiful young woman, gradually disappear in the direction of the Wind Eye, the disciples could no longer hold back and began to whisper among themselves.
"He's gone again! Is this person a masochist?"
"I heard his name is Li Dixian? He's the Young Sect Leader's good friend, and his talent even shocked the Sect Leader!"
"Hmph, what good is high talent? Going to listen to the wind isn't a waste of time? It's not as practical as us practicing sword formations!"
"It took the Sect Leader a year to gain some insight; this Li Dixian is too presumptuous!"
The disciples were in the midst of their lively discussion, completely unaware that Feng Buyu had quietly appeared behind them.
Bang—!
Feng Buyu kicked the disciple who declared, "Li Dixian won't be able to comprehend the sword," in the rear.
"All of you, get out and practice your swords!"
"Gossiping behind people's backs, every single one of you!"
"If you keep gossiping, all of you will go to the mess hall to help out and chat with the cooks!"
The disciples lowered their heads in silence.
Feng Buyu snorted coldly and looked in the direction where Li Dixian had disappeared, a deep admiration flashing in his eyes.
The pain of the Wind Eye, like flesh being flayed.
He had experienced it for one day and could no longer bear it.
In contrast, Li Dixian seemed to relish it.
Feng Buyu somewhat understood why Li Dixian's sword could be so sharp and unparalleled.
"Someone more outstanding than you is working harder than you… Give me the real wind restraining gauze."
A disciple handed Feng Buyu the wind restraining gauze, which had no holes.
Feng Buyu silently wrapped it around his eyes.
A disciple whispered:
"Brother Buyu, we know we were wrong."
"Actually… we also admire Li Dixian."
"It's just that, to try to comprehend the sword by listening to the wind in such a short time, we really can't imagine it's possible."
Feng Buyu's voice was calm.
"I believe it."
"Brother Zhe Xian's talent far surpasses mine, and he is a hundred times more diligent than I am."
"How can I… still be complacent?"
"I also want to go to the Wind Eye to listen to the wind."
With that said, in the astonished gazes of the disciples, Feng Buyu resolutely turned and strode briskly in a certain direction.
After more than ten breaths, he shuffled back, exasperated:
"I said to switch to the real wind restraining gauze, didn't you know to help me over?!"
"Can I even see the road?!"
Feng Xiao and several elders walked over.
The disciples quickly bowed.
"Greetings, Elders."
"Disperse now, go practice your swords."
Feng Xiao waved his hand.
"Yes."
Watching Feng Buyu being supported by the disciples as he headed towards the Wind Eye, Feng Xiao stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction.
"Buyu has finally settled down!"
"Young Hero Zhe Xian's contribution is indispensable!"
The elders smiled and agreed.
At this moment, an elder with eyebrows that extended to his temples spoke:
"Sect Leader, are you not overly fond of this Li Dixian?"
"This old man understands that the Sect Leader wishes to foster good relations for the sect, but is this child's sword dao talent truly so astonishing?"
All the elders looked at Feng Xiao.
After all, only Feng Xiao had interacted with Li Dixian in the Star Dou Forest.
Feng Xiao was silent for a moment, then smiled:
"My thoughts align with Buyu's."
"I believe Li Dixian will certainly comprehend sword intent from the wind."
"Gentlemen, do you believe it?"
The elders exchanged glances, most slowly shaking their heads.
"I heard Li Dixian is leaving in a few days."
"In such a short time, to comprehend sword intent? Absolutely impossible."
Another elder interjected:
"If sword intent were so easily obtained, why would we need to find another path and only focus on those quick-success formations?"
"How could we not know the importance of foundations? It's just that the sect's pillars still need our strenuous support; time waits for no one…"
Deep within the Wind Eye, Li Dixian sat cross-legged on a protruding, rugged rock.
The wrapped wind restraining gauze and his plain white long robe fluttered wildly in the gale.
The omnipresent gale, like billions of steel needles piercing his skin, brought continuous, agonizing pain as if he were being cut by a thousand knives.
Even with his Meltfrost Spirit Vein Body, which made his physical strength far surpass that of a Spirit Master of the same rank, he still felt waves of indescribable agony at this moment.
The howling of the wind echoed in his ears.
Li Dixian gritted his teeth, his mind firm as a rock.
He had understood two days ago why no one in the Wind Sword Sect listened to the wind to comprehend the sword here.
Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!
Under the ravages of this flesh-gouging, bone-scraping gale, it was already incredibly difficult to keep one's mind steady!
Let alone calmly perceive the sword intent within the wind?
Li Dixian's face was pale, and the beads of blood oozing from beneath his skin were instantly torn into fine blood mist by the fierce wind.
However, his mind remained intently focused on the profound mysteries within the wind.
He already had some insight into the artistic conception of wind.
These two days of listening to the wind had already brought him considerable gains.
As he concentrated, the gale penetrated the wind restraining gauze, splitting into seventy-two wisps of airflow that drilled into his ear canals.
He heard… the southeast wind passing through the wind-eroded grotto, wailing like the mournful cry of a broken sword.
The northwest wind pouring into the rugged crevices, melancholic like the sigh of rusted iron.
He heard Feng Buyu arrive.
He endured for more than an incense stick's time, finally reaching his limit and staggering back.
And Li Dixian was still enduring the hardship.
He knew that the wandering spirit wind extract could help him comprehend the wind's intent.
But this item was, after all, only an aid!
The most important thing was to open the door to sword intent with his own strength!
Only when he reached that final step would he supplement it with the wine!
Just like… when he comprehended the first form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song, "Yao Guang," back then.
He first comprehended a half-move prototype, then used the yao guang brew to complete it.
The second form, "Chi Shuang Sword," was also achieved after sitting in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well for several days, finally gaining that sliver of inspiration.
The Wine Spirit!
It was merely his auxiliary!
The strong person Li Dixian wanted to become was by no means a slave to his Spirit!
Strong! The Spirit should be strong because of Li Dixian, not Li Dixian existing because of the Spirit!
As the sun set in the west, Li Dixian, struggling, swayed and stood up.
Listening to the sound of the gale hitting the wind soul crystal cluster, he laboriously picked a few clusters of wind soul crystal cluster.
"The past two days all ended in failure…"
"Today, the wandering spirit wind extract will surely succeed!"
He cradled the wind soul crystal cluster.
The fresh blood seeping from his wounds stained the translucent crystals with mottled red marks.
Above the mountain hollow, Feng Bailong listened intently to the movements below.
The sound of the young man's difficult steps, the strong scent of blood carried by the wind, and the passage of time between sunset and moonrise… all reached his ears.
The mountain wind rustled his black and white hair.
Feng Bailong nodded with satisfaction.
"My path is not lonely."
After gathering the wind soul crystal cluster, Li Dixian staggered to Qian Renxue's side.
At this moment, he couldn't see, nor did he possess Feng Bailong's profound ability to perceive all things.
But he could clearly sense a warm and familiar aura quietly waiting in front of him.
"Qian Renxue…"
"It's hard… take me back…"
He tightly hugged the wind soul crystal cluster with one hand, extending his other hand forward.
For the past two days, Qian Renxue had been the one to take him back.
Qian Renxue gazed at the young man before her.
His white robe had become a tattered, blood-stained garment, with hardly any intact skin.
Her sapphire blue eyes trembled slightly.
Her red lips parted several times, but the words that reached her lips were choked back.
Today, Li Dixian was particularly heavily wounded.
She suddenly turned, and without a word, her jade arms gently embraced Li Dixian, carrying him on her slender back.
A soft, warm aura of light emanated from her body.
Li Dixian did not struggle.
He pressed the side of his face against her soft, slender back and whispered:
"Thank you…"
Qian Renxue's delicate body trembled.
Her arms, embracing him, tightened even more.
Dusk settled, and starlight began to emerge.
The young woman, carrying the severely injured young man, walked silently home under the starlight.
It feels like Li Dixian came out of the book and gave me a Wind Sword, and I'm breaking out in hives.
The author will go to the community hospital first. The third chapter is finished but not yet revised. I'm working on it while getting an IV, so it will be a little late.
The third chapter will definitely be there~~
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