Chapter 111: The Realm of Wind

  Oppressive, urgent, and suffocating, the storm of wind blades swept across the sky, devouring the heavens and earth in this strange space. The hard rocks and trees in this environment were instantly shattered into fragments under the cutting force of the storm, and then ground into powder. The towering stone mountains collapsed in an instant, crumbling and shattering to pieces.

  In an instant, in the face of this enormous power that seemed to shake heaven and earth, Ning Chong felt as if he was trapped in a closed storm meat grinder, so powerless, so small, unable to resist, fundamentally unable to control his own fate, could only helplessly wait for this tempest to tear him into shreds...

  "Ah!"

  A sharp pain in his head, Ning Chong woke up from the illusion, slightly arching his body and panting heavily, his whole body covered in cold sweat. The illusion just now was extremely realistic and terrifying, Ning Chong felt as if he had wandered through hell, experiencing death firsthand.

  He suddenly raised his head, Ning Chong was shocked. In that illusion, it was only a moment of tea time, but now the time had already reached noon.

  If I'm not mistaken, I read this "Clear Wind Sword Technique" at night, which means that half a day has passed and it's already noon on the second day!

  Without resting or eating, Ning Chong quickly sat down cross-legged, carefully recalling everything he saw in the fantasy realm, sorting out the scattered insights in his mind.

  It wasn't until late afternoon that this was all sorted out.

  Finally, Ning Chong opened his eyes, and a burst of light flashed in his pupils. He didn't wipe the sweat from his forehead, but instead excitedly clenched his fist and exclaimed with laughter: "Haha! That's it! This is the true 'Wind Intent'! I've finally touched the threshold of the true intent, and from now on, cultivating the 'Clear Wind Sword Technique' to its highest realm will greatly reduce the resistance!"

  "The Foundation of Martial Arts" once mentioned the term "realm", many martial artists don't even imagine what is meant by the realm of martial arts, because it's vague and elusive, can't be grasped or described, only sensed, fundamentally impossible to imagine what this "realm" actually is. Although so, but within the realm contains the ultimate principle of martial arts, once a glimpse of the surface is understood, the path of martial arts will take a giant leap forward!

  "I previously saw this description in 'Wu Dao Basics', and it was almost impossible to understand, I didn't know what the so-called 'Yi Jing' was, and could only treat it as a story. Now, however, I have truly experienced it, and seen the power of Yi Jing in the fantasy realm! The true power of Yi Jing is really beyond imagination, after obtaining Yi Jing, even an ordinary sword move has such terrifying might!"

  "It's all clear now, the moves and techniques of the Clear Wind Sword Art are just a superficial layer. The true essence of the Clear Wind Sword Art lies in this 'realm of wind intent'. I've always felt that something was missing, and it turns out that what I lacked was this true realm - the true realm of wind intent!"

  Thinking like this, Ning Chong's face was filled with an excited smile that couldn't be hidden, growing thicker and thicker.

  In the fantasy realm, the terrifying power that shattered heaven and earth was something Ning Chong didn't dare to think about. However, he wasn't in a hurry because this brand new martial path "window" had already opened up before him. As long as he progressed step by step, naturally and smoothly, sooner or later, he would see the beautiful scenery outside the window and clearly see everything outside!

  Although so, Ning Chong couldn't wait any longer, and even lost the desire to rest and eat, continuing to immerse himself in the tactile comprehension of "Wind Intent", dazed and confused, forgetting time, forgetting his own self, completely submerged in the martial way...

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  In winter, the sky darkens early, and in what seems like the blink of an eye, dusk arrives, followed by a deepening night.

  On this day, the sky was drifting with small snowflakes, and the north wind occasionally changed direction, sweeping away the small snowflakes in the air, making them fall like flower petals. The ground and houses were also covered with a layer of silver white.

  Although the scene was cold and desolate, with few pedestrians and a lack of excitement, the "Zhiyuan Hall" in the Ning family's mansion was filled with joy and festivity. Everywhere was spotlessly clean, lanterns were hung, and colorful decorations adorned the courtyard. The servants' faces were all smiles as they bustled about, hurrying to and fro.

  This day was the thirteenth birthday of Ning Jing, the master of Zhiyuan House.

  On the continent of Shenwu, thirteen years old is the age of coming of age, and sixteen years old is the age of adulthood. After turning thirteen, one is considered half an adult, so a thirteenth birthday is extremely important for any young man or woman.

  Ning Jing is a talented young girl valued by her family and also the direct disciple of the Seventh Elder, so Ning Jing's identity and status are naturally extraordinary. Just for the sake of the Seventh Elder's face, the guests must come to congratulate her.

  So, this birthday banquet was no longer just a quiet birthday celebration, but had become a major event for the entire Ning family. From dawn till dusk, guests came and went without end, with many people coming to offer their congratulations, and other families in Xuan Yuan City also sent representatives to congratulate them.

  Seven Elders brought tranquility and stood at the gate of Zhiyuan Institute to welcome guests one by one.

  Many people came, and the gifts were extremely numerous and precious, piled up like a mountain. Ningjing was quiet, but his heart was always slightly absent-minded, occasionally turning his head to look outside, as if waiting for someone's arrival.

  "Be careful on the snowy road!"

  Among the shouting, a steward directed four sturdy slaves who were carrying a huge bronze cauldron, bypassing the front gate and heading towards the back door.

  This huge bronze cauldron has two layers, the lower layer holds charcoal fire, and the upper layer cooks food, it is a cooking vessel often used at banquets. At this time, the charcoal fire in the lower layer of the large cauldron was burning vigorously, hot air was rising from the cauldron, and the hot soup was boiling. The servants were shouting slogans while walking in an orderly manner, steadily carrying the bronze cauldron to go around the front gate and lift it into the backyard kitchen behind the rear door.

  It's snowy weather, the road surface is already very slippery, and with thousands of people coming and going on this road, the snow on the ground has melted and refrozen into a thick layer of ice under the low temperature and the trampling of many feet, making it extremely slippery.

  Under such road conditions, an accident occurred. Although the servants were shouting slogans in unison, walking steadily and carefully, one of them stepped on the smooth black ice with one foot and slipped immediately.

  Having lost the support of one corner, the extremely heavy bronze tripod suddenly lost control, instantly losing its balance, and in an instant it brought down to the ground several servants who were lifting the tripod.

  In the midst of a chaotic and panicked shouting, "Clang" a loud noise, the bronze cauldron heavily smashed to the ground, instantly overturning, not only that, but also the soup water in the bronze cauldron was shaken up, splashing three feet high, pouring out from the overturned bronze cauldron, mercilessly spraying towards the crowd...