Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Although this tea is crude, as Shen Feng said, its appeal lies in its novelty.

He had lived for so long and drunk countless teas, but this was the first time he had ever tasted wild tea with a whimsical, ethereal quality.

More importantly, this tea was specially brewed by this kid for his ancestor.

This sentiment is heavier than Mount Tai!

"Shen Feng".

Qingfeng put away the tea canister, stood with his hands behind his back, and resumed his superior demeanor. "Since you address me as 'Ancestor' and have offered me this fine tea, I cannot accept something from a junior for nothing. Tell me, what reward do you desire?"

coming.

Shen Feng felt reassured, but his face showed fear. He waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "It is my duty to be filial to the Ancestor. I dare not ask for any reward."

"Speak when I tell you to, why are you being so wishy-washy?" Qingfeng said, feigning anger. "Wuzhuang Village is clear about punishments and rewards; do you think I can't afford to pay them?"

"This disciple dares not!"

Shen Feng took a deep breath, as if he had mustered up a great deal of courage.

"Disciple...disciple has long admired the wind-based Daoist arts of the temple, but this disciple is dull-witted and can only dabble in the superficial aspects in the library, never truly grasping the essence. If the Ancestor would have mercy, this disciple would not ask for spirit stones or elixirs, but only for the Ancestor to offer some guidance; then this disciple would be content!"

"Could you offer some pointers?"

Qingfeng was slightly taken aback.

He originally thought the kid would ask for some miraculous medicines or a spot as an outer disciple, but unexpectedly, he asked for the Dharma.

"It's better to learn how to fish than to learn how to catch fish; that shows his determination."

Qingfeng's divine sense instantly enveloped Shen Feng, and this time, he observed much more carefully than before.

Upon seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"what?"

This kid actually possesses an extremely pure wind spirit foundation, and within that wind spirit, there is a faint hint of the ferocity of fire and the vitality of wood.

Samadhi Divine Wind?

No, that's not right; it's a misconception.

Qingfeng muttered to himself, "The Samadhi Divine Wind is a great supernatural power that can only be obtained through great fortune. How could this kid, who is only at the Qi Refining stage, possibly have mastered it? He must have stumbled upon some kind of wind-attribute treasure by accident, which is how he achieved such good fortune."

However, this foundation is indeed frighteningly solid, far surpassing that of cultivators of the same level.

"He has potential."

Qingfeng made up his mind.

Since the other party was asking for a technique of escape, and there was also the favor of the old ancestor, he was not stingy.

"You have the foundation of wind spirit and know how to incorporate wind into tea, which shows that you are destined to be with the wind."

Qingfeng raised his hand and gently touched the air with his fingertips.

A cyan jade slip materialized out of thin air and landed in his hand.

"My Wuzhuang Temple has countless Taoist methods, and the most profound ones cannot be learned without the true teachings. However, this 'Wind Control and Cloud Flowing Technique' is an advanced method of basic wind escape. Although it cannot be considered a supreme divine power, it is superior because it is orthodox."

With a casual toss, the jade slip traced an arc and hovered in front of Shen Feng.

"When this technique is mastered, one can transform into a flowing breeze, covering hundreds of miles in an instant. It is also the foundation for one's future ability to ride the clouds and roam the void. Take this and study it carefully."

Shen Feng accepted the jade slip with both hands, his face flushed with excitement.

"Thank you for bestowing this teaching upon me, Ancestor! I will certainly do my utmost to live up to your high expectations!"

This wasn't all acting.

Wuzhuang Temple is the Daoist temple of the ancestor of earth immortals. Even its basic methods are top-tier secret manuals that would cause bloodshed and chaos in the outside world.

Moreover, this was personally bestowed by a true disciple, representing a form of recognition.

Qingfeng was in a good mood and felt that the trip was worthwhile. He not only drank some novel teas, but also heard some pleasant words and gave some helpful advice to a junior colleague.

"Take good care of the tea garden. Once Xuanfeng emerges from seclusion, I will have him give you credit for your service."

Before the words were even finished, Qingfeng's figure had already begun to fade away.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Ancestor!" Shen Feng bowed again.

A gentle breeze swept by, and the tea garden returned to tranquility.

The breeze has vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Shen Feng didn't get up until he was sure that the enormous aura had completely disappeared.

He held the warm, smooth jade slip in his hand, his palms slightly sweaty.

"You made the right bet."

Shen Feng stood up, gazing in the direction where Qingfeng had disappeared, a slight smile curving his lips.

A title of "Ancestor" earned him a legitimate escape technique and an opportunity to make an impression on a true disciple.

This deal was incredibly profitable.

He probed the jade slip with his divine sense, and after just one glance, his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"Riding the wind and flowing clouds... merging the body with the wind, connecting the energy channels—this is merely an advanced method of basic wind escape techniques!"

Shen Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the overwhelming joy in his heart.

"Ancestor Qingfeng..."

Shen Feng whispered softly, carefully putting the jade slip into his bosom.

"It was a worthwhile choice."

……

On the mountainside of Longevity Hill, lies the Ling Tea Garden.

The night was deep, and no candles were lit inside the bamboo house.

Shen Feng sat cross-legged on the couch, tightly holding the cyan jade slip in his hand. He immersed his consciousness in it, and his aura was faint, as if he had merged with the night breeze outside the window.

Meanwhile, a hundred miles away in Qingmufang City, Fan Yuan himself was also sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Two bodies, transcending the barriers of space, constructed an invisible bridge deep within the sea of ​​consciousness.

"The Art of Riding the Wind and Flowing Clouds".

This orthodox escape technique of Wuzhuang Temple, personally bestowed by the Qingfeng Ancestor, was now flowing gently into Fan Yuan's heart.

"The wind has no form, the clouds have no shape; those who ride the wind do not do so by force, but by intention."

The true words within the jade slip echoed in Fan Yuan's mind.

Ordinary cultivators practice escape techniques by forcibly propelling their physical bodies with spiritual power, like a charging bull. Although fast, it is clumsy and consumes a great deal of energy.

However, the "Wind and Cloud Control Technique" is an introductory chapter on the laws of wind, emphasizing following the natural flow.

Follow the natural order of heaven and earth, and borrow the winds of all things.

Shen Feng, in the Spirit Tea Garden, used the rich spiritual energy of Yi Wood and the strong winds of the mountains to perceive the vitality and sharpness of the wind, while Fan Yuan, in the marketplace, used the turbid air of the mortal world and the breezes of the marketplace to perceive the flow and changes of the wind.

Practicing with both bodies simultaneously, experiencing enlightenment in sync.

Even if an ordinary cultivator obtains such a wonderful method, it would still take at least several months of hard work to master it.

But Fan Yuan is different; the true essence of wind within him is the best guide.

The Samadhi Divine Wind is a rare species from the primordial era. Although it is not yet fully developed, it contains the domineering true meaning of the innate wind path.

At this moment, under the guidance of the "Wind and Cloud Control Technique," this true meaning became gentle and orderly.

Time slipped away in the tedious process of contemplation.

One day, two days, ten days...

Half a month later.

Inside the Spirit Tea Garden, Shen Feng slowly opened his eyes, a blue light flashing deep within his pupils. He did not get up, but with a thought, his body defied common sense and floated up three inches off the ground, his clothes moving without wind.

"It's done."

Shen Feng's lips curled up slightly.

At the same time, in Aokibo City.

Fan Yuan suddenly stood up, pushed open the wooden door of the inn, and disappeared into the night in a flash.

……

Outside the market town, there are thirty miles of desolate mountains.

This place is full of jagged rocks and sparse vegetation, and is rarely visited by people, making it an ideal place to test the law.

Fan Yuan stood on a boulder, took a deep breath, and felt the howling night wind in the mountains.

In the past, although he could use the wind to accelerate and even glide briefly, it was ultimately a leap, not flight. It was the ultimate of mortal martial arts, but not a divine means.

Today, we will try out the true meaning of riding the wind through the nine heavens.