Chapter 113: Comprehending the Realm of Wind

  Nalanhu is a seasoned veteran who has experienced many hardships, and although he was exposed by the Seventh Elder's single sentence, his old face turned slightly red, but he quickly covered it up well. As he walked forward, he had already changed the subject, smiling at the Seventh Elder: "Haha, old thing, your body is still as robust as ever, and your martial arts skills seem to have improved again."

  The two old friends started talking to each other, shook hands, and chatted, but their words clashed, and they exchanged several attacks and defenses.

  Seven elders accompanied Nalan Hu, and naturally, Nalan Ruoxue was also with him. Ning Jing didn't have many thoughts, she simply felt happy because of Nalan Ruoxue; Nalan Ruoxue was also delighted to see Ning Jing, similarly without any other ideas, the two girls chatted and laughed as they walked into the courtyard together.

  Until Nalan weak snow disappeared, the stupid onlookers finally came to their senses, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, discussing it in a flurry.

  "My goodness, it turns out that she is the pride of the Nalan family, known as one of the three outstanding geniuses of the younger generation in Xuan Yuan City, Nalan Ruoxue!"

  "Is she one of the three heroes of Xuanyuan? No wonder she's so formidable, with just a flick of her wrist, she can freeze the scalding hot soup in a bronze cauldron!"

  "Nalan Weak Snow is indeed unbeatable! Although she ranks third among the Xuan Yuan Three Chivalrous Heroes, her age is much younger than the other two heroes. Her talent and qualifications are the most outstanding among the three!"

  "Yes, Nalan Weak Snow is only 14 years old and already has the strength of a Martial Artist at the 9th stage. The other two geniuses, Ning Zihou from our Ning family is 20 years old and a Martial Artist at the 10th stage; Xiang Yu from the Xiang family is 19 years old and also a Martial Artist at the 10th stage. At this rate, it's only a matter of time before Nalan Weak Snow surpasses them!"

  ……

  Admire Nalan weak snow's strength as the main, flower crazy Nalan weak snow temperament and beauty are not lacking either.

  "Nalan weak snow is not only a super genius in martial arts, but also has such elegance and beauty! Heaven, kill me, I don't know which lucky bastard will have the fortune to marry her as his wife. If this happens, my heart will shatter..."

  "Hey, whatever, even if I can only feast my eyes on her, it won't stop me from meeting her in my dreams. Tonight, I must have a spring dream about her... Ah! Who's hitting me? Ah! I was wrong, don't hit me anymore! Don't hit me!"

  "Serves you right!"

  "How dare you defile our goddess in our hearts? If we don't beat you to death, who should we beat?"

  ……

  At last, the sky completely darkened. According to custom, the guests who came to congratulate, out of respect for the host's family, would definitely arrive before this time, and if they were late, it would be extremely rude.

  So at this time there are no more guests appearing, and later on there shouldn't be any more coming, so the reception can be considered as ended.

  She continued to welcome guests with a quiet smile, but her eyes glanced at the dark front, full of disappointment. She pouted and bit her small silver teeth, sulking, and reluctantly followed Seventh Elder into the courtyard. Before long, her birthday banquet began...

  ……

  Seven days and seven nights, it has been a full seven days and seven nights. In these seven days and seven nights, Ning Chong almost always hid on the Heartbreak Cliff, comprehending that ethereal and elusive "Wind Intent".

  That day, Ning Chong sat cross-legged on a huge rock that protruded halfway out of the cliff on Heartbreak Cliff, continuing to carefully recall the various sensations he had felt in his fantasy.

  In the wind and snow, he closed his eyes again, letting the fierce wind and snow on the cliff blow against him. With a single heart and mind, he followed that strange feeling, capturing and sensing inspiration in his heart, trying to understand the "wind's intention" hidden in the storm that swallowed the sky and earth in the illusion.

  The realization of "the realm of the wind" was far more difficult than Ning Chong had imagined, even after seven days and seven nights, at this moment, Ning Chong still had a feeling that it was always near, yet elusive and intangible.

  It's as if, right in front of you is a mountain of gold, yet you can only gaze at it; delicious food is within arm's reach, yet you can't stretch out your hand. Needing to mention, the terrible and unbearable feeling in his heart at this moment is truly a kind of torture.

  Opening his eyes, Ning Chong realized he had been too impatient and unstable, so he stopped standing on the stone, got down from the boulder, stood up and walked around, ate something, practiced the "Clear Wind Sword Technique", and adjusted his mood and rhythm.

  After adjusting, waiting for his emotions to calm down and his state to recover, he got more patient and once again walked up the giant rock, sat cross-legged on it, and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.

  So obsessed, almost without eating or drinking, not sleeping or resting, Ning Chong always felt that he had grasped a little more of the meaning, and in his joy and excitement, he didn't know how time was passing.

  Time slipped away into night, wind and snow were cold, a lonely moon remained.

  At some point, Ning Chong suddenly stood up with a look of uncontrollable excitement on his face.

  Compared to the past, Ning Chong is now extremely disheveled, with messy hair and a dusty face, his entire body covered in fatigue and exhaustion. The white clothes he wore were also stained with unknown amounts of dust. However, at this moment, after revealing his excitement, his spirit was exceptionally good, and he began to stand on one leg, closing his eyes again, the long sword appeared in his right hand.

  In the wind and snow, he stood alone on a large rock, being blown by the strong winds from time to time, making people's hearts rise to their throats, worrying that he would fall down at any moment. However, he was like an inverted doll, letting the wind and snow blow him, but his foundation under his feet remained as stable as Mount Taishan.

  Suddenly, with a toe point, Ning Chong had shockingly jumped straight down from the huge rock, just like someone jumping off a cliff to their death.

  He was in mid-air, amidst the wind and snow, yet his movements were neither slow nor hurried. The long sword in his hand drew out several twisted and curved trajectories, stabbing out in a strange and unpredictable manner, not forming any discernible pattern. However, the speed at which he unsheathed his sword had reached an extreme point. As soon as the sword was drawn, both the sword itself and its gleam vanished into the wind, leaving only the sound of the clear breeze without revealing the sword's presence.

  The sword move was executed, like a gentle breeze brushing against the face, and in the next moment, Ning Chong's long sword reappeared and was sheathed. But on the sword body, it was already covered with crystal clear ice crystals. This was Ning Chong using this sword to completely sweep up the flying snow around him into powder-like fragments, which then condensed together to form this!

  "Haha! That's right, this is the wind! Formless yet leaving a trail, sharpness not inferior to gold or jade; gentleness not inferior to flowing water! This is the wind, this is the 'realm of the wind'! Haha!"

  In the midst of loud laughter, Ning Chong's body, which was about to fall off the cliff, suddenly turned around. His entire person was like a snowflake floating in the wind, defying logic and drifting upwards, floating towards the cliff. The snow wasn't heavy, but the fierce winds were blowing violently, yet this wind had little effect on Ning Chong. His body was light and floating, not deviating from its course. In the blink of an eye, he was standing steadily at the edge of the stone cliff.

  Endless ecstasy in his heart, Ning Chong finally grasped the "Wind Intent" contained in the Clear Wind Sword Art, and the Clear Wind Sword Art was cultivated to the highest realm!

  In the darkness, Ning felt an endless excitement, feeling that everything he had worked for in the past two months was worth it. But after the excitement subsided, he gradually calmed down, and his heart felt a little inexplicable, as if he had forgotten something.

  After searching carefully and thinking for a while, he suddenly reacted and slapped his forehead, saying: "Ah! I forgot that little girl's birthday..."