Chapter Thirty-Two: Wind and Shadow Stir, Soul Meditation

  In the evening, Zhuo Yifan sat in the house, concentrating his mind to feel the mystery of Wind Shadow Step.

  He didn't need to open his eyes and could sketch out the scenes of practicing with just his imagination.

  Only when the soul and person are united, and the mind is free from distractions, can one achieve this.

  Still water runs deep.

  Wishes move with the wind.

  Even the wind cannot catch its shape.

  Transforming into a shadow.

  This is the four-move formula of Wind Shadow Step.

  Every attack by the enemy inadvertently propels air currents to produce a gentle breeze. Even a slight blink of an eye will cause changes in the surrounding airflow.

  Mastering the essence of these four movements allows one to capture the enemy's movements in battle, relying on the subtle flow of air during combat to evade, pursue, and even seize the enemy's weaknesses, delivering a fatal blow!

  Fengying Step is absolutely Zuo Yi Fan's lifesaving method in the Blood Prison, and if he can grasp its essence, it will be enough to make him invincible.

  It's always easier to think than to act.

  "Fēng Yǐng Bù is indeed a king-level high-grade footwork, profound and mysterious. Jiě Miè Sword Technique, although also a king-level high-grade, was unintentionally grasped by me, understanding the essence of it. I wonder when my Fēng Yǐng Bù can reach the level described in the scrolls?"

  After a while, Zhuo Yifan woke up from his meditation. A cultivator with high spiritual quality can practice and improve their spiritual skills through meditation in their own soul, increasing their maturity.

  As the quality of the soul improves, it can be learned without practice, just by thinking in the mind. The benefits brought by this cultivation will become more and more obvious, and the time for meditation can also be maintained longer.

  As for the meditation techniques of Zhuo Yifan, they were still taught by Zhuo Wanjun, and belonged to the lowest level of meditation. Meditation also has its own secrets, a true master can practice meditation even when eating, sleeping, walking or running, constantly training himself at all times.

  Zhuo Yifan's current meditation limit is one incense stick, looking at his exhausted body and dripping with sweat. It can be imagined that the degree of consumption brought by this meditation. Meditation is good, but the consumption it brings is not what ordinary cultivators can bear.

  He wiped away the sweat, mixed the Lingdan powder he had ground earlier with clear water and poured it into his stomach. He faintly felt that every cell in his body was being nourished by an exceptionally warm and moist feeling, just like a hungry baby absorbing nutrients. This greatly reduced Zhuo Yifan's hunger after meditation.

  "As expected, the Lingdan powder was divided into ten equal portions, and one packet per day couldn't satisfy me. Due to my Iron Arm, I need to take at least two packets a day. My consumption is just too great."

  "Fifty Spirit Gathering Pills, I gave ten to Grandfather for emergency use and took out another ten as a reward for the family. Now I have thirty left in my hand. Can be divided into three hundred packets. Take two packets per day. Can still be used for one hundred and fifty days, but as the medicinal effect weakens..."

  After another half hour of quietness, he felt that the two packets of Lingdan powder had been completely dissolved by himself. Zhuo Yifan calculated in his heart, and while pinching his fist, a strand of orange spiritual power quickly condensed between his fists, emitting a sharp micro-wave.

  One elephant... Two elephants... Nine elephants!

  He felt his strength increasing again, able to exert the power of the Nine Elephants!

  Although the Jū Líng Dān only exerted two-tenths of its medicinal power, it caused all the cells in Zhuō Yī Fán's body to revive.

  But the only fly in the ointment is that during the early and middle stages of the Innate Spiritual Realm, that thin layer of window paper has not been pierced yet.

  But Zhuo Yifan was not in a hurry, because the time had not yet come.

  After all, in just one short month, I broke through the Great Body Refining and Perfection stages, and jumped to the Innate Spiritual Realm. How could it be so easy to break through?

  In general, each stage of the Master Realm requires several years of cultivation before an opportunity arises.

  After breaking through the lower, middle and upper Dan Tian, entering the realm of San Xuan Fu is even more difficult. The boundary of cultivation in the future will be even more difficult to reach. If you want to make rapid progress, without bitter practice, it's fundamentally impossible to achieve.

  Moreover, Zhuo Yifan is now no better than an ordinary person, a complete and utter rustic rich man.

  To think that drinking the Spirit Gathering Dan medicine powder every day is a treatment that only a handful of people across the entire continent can enjoy. If the Fang and Wu families were to find out, they would definitely be so jealous that their blood would spray out in anger.

  "Hiss..."

  The corner of his mouth cracked, and Zhuo Yifan took a deep breath. "Wind Shadow Step is indeed difficult, and it seems that all the spiritual techniques that can evolve have a certain level of difficulty. However, today's comprehension of Wind Shadow Step will only go this far. If I continue to practice forcefully, I'll end up going crazy."

  Zhuo Yifan spent three whole days before he was barely familiar with the first layer of Wind Shadow Step's foundation steps. He experimented with Zhuo Qiantian, and out of ten attacks, he could dodge six times.

  With such a low probability, he was naturally dissatisfied. But Zhuo Wentai, however, was astonished by his grandson's talent and transformation.

  After Fengyingbu reached Dingji, Zhuo Yifan found that his speed had increased greatly.

  He estimated his current level and found that he was almost invincible in the First Heaven Realm.

  For the next six days, Zhuo Yifan completely shut himself off and refused to see anyone. Not even his grandfather or mother could persuade him otherwise. He had to intensify his training in order to break through this almost transparent barrier.

  All the distractions in my mind, as well as emotions, were emptied out during the six days of silence, and I was absolutely calm and composed.

  Her eyes opened, and the light was retracted, just like the dead water of a deep abyss, quiet and terrifying, bright and extraordinary, with one glance, it made people's hearts tremble with fear, unable to control themselves.

  Two packets of golden powder flowed into his mouth with the water, flowing all over his body. His spirit was immediately invigorated, and as he pinched out a spell with both hands, he controlled his heartbeat and breathing, circulating his spiritual power to match the cells' frantic absorption of this energy.

  Summoning all his energy, when the last bit of strength was dissolved, a brief moment of stillness, followed by a violent tremor throughout his body, his dark eyes, purple light bursting out uncontrollably, terrible power flowing through his body, boiling with frenzy.

  His whole body had been steaming with sweat, and this state lasted for about half an hour before gradually subsiding. As a burst of turbid air was emitted from his seven orifices, he suddenly felt invigorated.

  Withdrawing the magic pupil, a surge of orange spiritual energy filled the air, creating ripples that echoed through the surroundings. The abundance of power left Zhuo Yifan overjoyed.

  "I've finally reached the middle stage of the Innate Spiritual Realm!"

  Feeling the Ten Elephant Spirit Power slowly surging between his fists, a hint of wild joy rose to the corners of Zhuo Yifan's mouth.

  Bang!

  One kick opened the door, and the momentum released was like a muffled bell ringing out in the still of the deep night.

  Then comes the twelve powerful leg techniques of "Starry Sky Kick" in a continuous bombardment.

  White sheep tread on star fire, golden bull shock prison kick.

  Gemini leads the celestial shock, Cancer swallows the dark gold.

  The magical lion roars in the bright day, and the fairy silver snake dances.

  Libra morning star system, blue scorpion covers dark thorn.

  The sheep-like dust spirit, human and horse cross over ten thousand generations;

  The palace water strangles the heavenly soul, the forest fish disturb the cloud collapse.

  Fierce moves, like shells bombarding the ground, blew the entire courtyard into chaos, as if a hundred beasts were galloping and ten thousand beasts were roaring, with deafening crashes that startled countless people in the dead of night.

  Xing Dou's kick had already reached the fourth level: Fusion Spirit. As his realm improved, his spiritual power increased to the highest standard of the Five Elements.

  This is a release after six days of silence, and also a scream for the future.

  He needs to be stronger!

  Not far from the courtyard, Zhuo asked Tian to stand quietly under an old tree, watching this scene and couldn't help but smile, nodding his head in comfort. "This kid has actually entered the middle stage of Xiantian Lingjing, and Xingdou's kick has reached the level of fusion with the spirit, its power is comparable to that of a Sanxuan Prefecture cultivator. It's really amazing. I remember when I was his age, I was still struggling to break through to Xiantian Lingjing."

  "It's no wonder you're my clever grandson, with a talent that's truly astonishing... I hope everything will be alright..." Zhuo Wentai's body was shaking uncontrollably, his excitement uncontainable, his ruddy face filled with pride.

  Tomorrow is the day of entering the Gate of Blood Hell and also the beginning of the journey of death...