【Congratulations to the cultivator on comprehending "Innate Divine Ability · Call Wind"】
An intense feeling of weightlessness made Nan Zhi snap her eyes open.
She was still in her familiar rented apartment, but a sharp pain throbbed from her scalp.
Looking up, she saw the chubby, bristling rat tugging at her hair, attempting to turn her over from where she lay face down:
“Squeak squeak squeak squeak!”
Seeing Nan Zhi wake up, the fat rat immediately let go of her pitiful strand of hair and snuggled into the crook of her neck, letting out two more squeaks as if registering a complaint:
“Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak—”
“I know, I won't do it so suddenly next time. Did I scare you just now?”
Nan Zhi sat up, giving the fat rat a reassuring pat on its bottom, and popped a Blood Supplementing Pill—which looked like a jelly bean—into its mouth:
“I'm fine, don't worry.”
That unlucky Dragon Prince probably never imagined that inside the Witch Coffin, among all the ancient secret realms and wondrous spiritual treasures, the most valuable thing was actually the Witch Corpse itself.
As long as one sacrificed flesh and blood, one could comprehend innate divine abilities from the Witch Corpse!
If other cultivators found out about this, they would probably hunt her down to the ends of the earth.
Witches were different from humans; humans were created by Nüwa molding clay, whereas Witches were spiritual beings born from Heaven and Earth.
In ancient myths, after Pangu opened the heavens, his breath became the Three Pure Ones, his eyes transformed into the sun and moon shining together, his bones turned into the world's spiritual pulses, and his essence blood manifested as the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Later, a great battle raged between the two Witches—Zhurong, the God of Fire, and Gonggong, the God of Water—toppling Mount Buzhou and causing the heavens to collapse and the earth to tear open. This triggered a monumental catastrophe, which eventually led to Nüwa mending the sky and attaining sainthood through merit.
Speaking of Witches alone might sound unfamiliar to some, but the Witch race boasted countless mighty beings, all legendary figures renowned throughout myth.
For instance, Empress Houtu, who transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation; Gonggong and Zhurong, whose conflict brought about catastrophic destruction; the Queen Mother of the West, who dwelt on Jade Mountain with the body of a leopard and the face of a human; Chiyou, who battled the Yellow Emperor in the Battle of Zhuolu; Kuafu, who chased the sun; Hou Yi, who shot down the suns; and the headless Xingtian... were all members of the Witch race.
As for the corpse of a pureblood Witch, setting aside the fact that its bones and blood belonged to the authentic bloodline of Pangu, if a cultivator could comprehend even a fraction of the innate divine abilities residing within it, it would already be a monumental stroke of fortune.
Nan Zhi opened her palm. Without chanting any spell, a microscopic air current invisible to the naked eye suddenly formed in her hand.
What was wind?
In scientific terms, wind was a natural phenomenon caused by the movement of air.
But in the mythic era, wind, much like water, fire, and earth, was the manifestation of an elemental force between Heaven and Earth.
Wind came and went freely, unhindered by anyone, omnipresent.
Formed from Pangu's essence blood, the Witch race was naturally attuned to the free-floating elemental attributes of Heaven and Earth; calling wind and summoning rain was as innate to them as breathing was to humans.
Nan Zhi gently raised her palm, and the air current slowly dispersed. At the same time, an originless wind suddenly stirred inside the room despite the closed doors and windows—
“Whoosh, whoosh—”
“Whoosh—”
“Rustle, rustle...”
The drawing paper on the coffee table was swept up by the wind, swirling in the air. The couch cover blew into a messy tangle, plastic bags in the trash can rustled softly, the pink curtains by the window swayed wildly, and the doors and windows rattled with faint creaks—
Corn didn't know what was happening, but it could sense something unusual. Its tiny paws gripped Nan Zhi's neck vigilantly, its black bead-like eyes blinking rapidly with anxiety.
Nan Zhi pushed open the window, and that strange wind immediately slipped outside, darting into the open air. In an instant, the quiet courtyard below erupted into noise:
“Rustle, rustle, rustle...”
—This was the sound of the wind sweeping through branches, massive clusters of leaves rustling against each other.
“Clatter, clatter...”
—This was the sound of the awning downstairs, swaying and rattling in the wind.
“Pitter-patter... pitter-patter...”
—This was the residential complex's fountain, its water blown astray by the wind, droplets splashing onto the pavement.
The wind grew stronger and wilder. Curtains were whipped high before crashing down, leaves battered against one another, and distinct scents swept through the gusting gale in all directions. Someone shouted complaints outside:
“Why did it suddenly get so windy?”
“Is it going to rain today?”
“Where did this crazy wind come from?”
Nan Zhi's eyes flickered slightly as she watched the invisible gust, carrying a dozen leaves, rise higher and higher toward the clear sky.
Meanwhile, her feet, which should have been planted on the floor, defied all logic by hovering nearly half a meter above the ground.
—Normally, riding the wind to fly required a cultivation level of Golden Core or higher.
But having comprehended an innate divine ability, riding the wind seemed to respond solely to her will, moving effortlessly with her thoughts.
It had nothing to do with magic power or cultivation level—as long as she desired it, it would happen.
High in the sky, thick clouds gathered while wind wove through the tall buildings. A moment later, what had been a few scattered dark clouds coalesced into a dense, suffocating blanket overhead, and rain droplets as large as beans poured down without warning:
“Splash, splash...”
“Pouring, pouring...”
“Downpour, downpour...”
Pedestrians on the street, caught completely unaware, cried out as they hurried along:
“What a heavy rain! The weather forecast was totally wrong!”
“So unlucky! It's almost October, why is the weather changing so fast!”
“Hurry, hurry! This rain won't stop anytime soon. Why didn't the weather app warn us? I didn't even bring an umbrella!”
“Why did it suddenly rain? It was just windy a second ago, how weird!”
No one knew that this sudden downpour was merely the result of Nan Zhi testing her power on a whim.
As dense raindrops pelted down and the wind and rain intertwined, blowing damp air straight into her face, Nan Zhi didn't back away. Facing the rain, she burst into laughter.
This was the wind she had called.
This was the rain that fell because of her.
“With just a casual gesture, I can call the wind and summon rain. To be the sole practitioner of magic in the real world... so this is what it feels like.”
Nan Zhi took a deep breath, feeling as though her entire body was surging with power, her mind filled with boundless excitement.
Controlling wind and rain, interfering with Heaven and Earth.
Just thinking about it made her blood boil.
In the game world, it was already the Age of Dharma Decline, where spiritual energy was gradually draining away, the gods of the Heavenly Court had vanished into seclusion, and immortals like Huiyuan had no choice but to seek their own ways out.
The real world, however, was just experiencing a Spiritual Resurgence. Let alone Foundation Establishment realm cultivators, there were hardly any even at the Qi Refinement stage. Nan Zhi alone, at the Qi Refinement Great Circle, could stand peerless in the world.
Riding the wind, calling the wind and summoning rain.
On the path of cultivation, she was far ahead of everyone else.
If just one Innate Divine Ability, 【Call Wind】, was this formidable, she wondered what kind of incredible power 【Summon Rain】 held.
It seemed that raising her cultivation level as quickly as possible was the most urgent priority right now.
Advancing to Foundation Establishment might trigger abnormal phenomena between Heaven and Earth, so she needed a sparsely populated place where she wouldn't draw too much attention to consume the Foundation Establishment Pill and breakthrough.
As for where she would enter secluded cultivation to establish her foundation, Nan Zhi already had a plan in mind.
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If someone were to ask Nan Zhi what tourist attractions had the most of in October, she would answer without hesitation:
People.
On normal days, Qianli City was like this:
People people people people building attraction people people people attraction building building building building people people people building building building.
During holidays, Qianli City became like this:
People people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people.
You ask why no attractions could be seen?
Naturally, because they were drowned in a sea of people.
This wasn't an exaggeration in the slightest.
Qianli City's tourism industry was already highly developed, boasting countless popular attractions. Every holiday, the urban and suburban areas—especially the highways near the airport and high-speed rail stations—were jammed as tight as sausages.
“Oh my gosh, this year is even crazier, okay? The tourism bureau estimates the number of tourists will increase by fifty percent compared to last year's National Day holiday!”
Sitting by the window, Zhang Qiuyu tapped away on her phone, unable to resist sharing the news she had just read with Nan Zhi:
“Thank goodness our manager listened to advice and picked an off-the-beaten-path spot for team building. Otherwise, I'd rather lie at home bored out of my mind for seven days than go out traveling!
By the way, Nan Zhi, I heard that the Mulian Village we're visiting has quite a few ethnic minority locals. I wonder if we'll be able to understand their speech when we get there.”
—Mulian Village in Xixiang wasn't far from Qianli City, only two or three hours away by bullet train. Plus, bullet train tickets were easy to expense, so after some discussion, everyone in the company agreed to buy tickets for the same train.
“Of course you'll understand, ya. We don't speak alien tongue back home, how could you not understand, eh?”
Nan Zhi replied in the local Xixiang dialect, prompting several surrounding colleagues to lean in curiously and fire off questions:
“Sounds pretty close to our Qianli City dialect. No wonder people say the southwest regions are like one big family.”
“That's a relief then. Hey, isn't Nan Zhi's hometown in Xixiang? You'll have to play proper host this time and give us a tour of all the best food and fun spots!”
“Really? Doesn't that mean Nan Zhi gets the short end of the stick? Other people travel to places they've never been, but you're just going back home for a company retreat, hahaha...”
Nan Zhi offered a few light chuckles, though her eyes flickered slightly.
Mulian Village... she had almost forgotten what that place looked like.
Rate on N.U.
