【Congratulations, cultivator, on comprehending the Innate Divine Ability: Call Wind】
A strong sensation of weightlessness forced Nan Zhi to snap her eyes open.
She was still in her familiar rental apartment, but her scalp throbbed with pain.
Looking up, she saw the chubby, frizzy-furred mouse pulling on her hair, trying to flip her over since she had fallen face-first onto the floor.
"Squeak squeak squeak squeak!"
Seeing Nan Zhi wake up, the fat mouse immediately let go of the poor lock of hair and crawled into the crook of her neck, letting out two more accusatory squeaks:
"Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak—"
"I know, I won't do that so suddenly next time. I must have scared you just now, didn't I?"
Nan Zhi sat up and gave the fat mouse's backside a soothing pat before stuffing a candy-like Blood Supplementing Pill into its mouth.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
She suspected that the unlucky Dragon Prince himself hadn't realized that within that Witch Coffin, amidst all the ancient secrets and miraculous treasures, the most valuable item was actually this Witch Corpse.
By sacrificing flesh, one could comprehend innate divine abilities from the corpse!
If other cultivators found out, they would likely hunt her to the ends of the earth.
The witch race was different from humans. Humans were created by Nüwa kneading clay, but the witch race consisted of spiritual beings born of heaven and earth.
In mythology, after Pangu created the world, his one qi transformed into the Three Pure Ones, his eyes became the sun and moon, his bones became the world's spiritual pulses, and his essence and blood became the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Later, the Fire God Zhurong and the Water God Gonggong went to war, toppling Mount Buzhou and causing the world to collapse. This triggered a great calamity, which eventually led to Nüwa mending the heavens and attaining sainthood through merit.
If one spoke only of the term "witch," it might feel a bit unfamiliar, but the witch race contained countless powerful beings, all of whom were famous figures recorded in the halls of mythology.
For instance, Empress Houtu, who transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation; Gonggong and Zhurong, whose conflict caused the heavens to crack and the earth to sink; the leopard-bodied, human-faced Queen Mother of the West who resided on Mount Jade; Chiyou, who fought the Emperor in the Battle of Zhuolu; Kuafu, who chased the sun; Hou Yi, who shot the suns; the headless Xingtian... all were members of the witch race.
As for a corpse of a legitimate member of the witch race—ignoring the fact that its bones and blood were of the pure Pangu bloodline—just the innate divine abilities on its body were an incredible bargain for any cultivator who could comprehend even a fraction of them.
Nan Zhi extended her palm. Without chanting any spells, a tiny vortex of airflow, invisible to the naked eye, suddenly formed in her hand.
What was wind?
In scientific terms, wind was a natural phenomenon caused by the flow of air.
But in the era of myths, wind—like water, fire, and earth—was the manifestation of a certain attribute of heaven and earth.
Wind came and went freely; none could block it, and it was everywhere.
The witch race was formed from the essence and blood of Pangu, born with a natural affinity for the wandering attributes of the world. Calling wind and summoning rain was as natural to them as breathing was to a human.
Nan Zhi gently raised her palm, and the vortex slowly dissipated. At the same time, an anonymous wind suddenly began to blow within the room, despite the closed doors and windows—
"Whoosh—"
"Whoosh—"
"Rustle rustle rustle..."
The drawing papers on the coffee table were swept up by the wind, spinning and dancing in the air. The sofa cover was blown into a mess, and the plastic bag in the trash can on the floor made a rustling sound. The pink curtains by the window swayed violently, and even the doors and windows rattled faintly.
Corn didn't know what was happening, but he sensed that something was. His two small paws gripped Nan Zhi's neck warily, his black bead-like eyes blinking frequently in unease.
Nan Zhi pushed open the window, and that mysterious wind immediately surged out toward the outdoors. Instantly, the quiet area downstairs became noisy:
"Rustle rustle rustle..."
—This was the sound of the wind blowing through the branches, the friction of countless leaves shaking.
"Clatter clatter... clatter clatter..."
—This was the sound of the rain awnings downstairs swaying after being caught by the wind.
"Splash... patter patter patter patter..."
—This was the sound of the fountain in the residential area. The fountain water was caught by the wind, and droplets were scattered across the ground.
The wind grew stronger and more urgent. The curtains were whipped up and then fell heavily. Leaves slapped against one another, and various scents were caught in the wind, howling as they surged in all directions. Someone complained aloud:
"Why did the wind suddenly pick up?"
"Is it going to rain today?"
"Why is the wind so strong?"
Nan Zhi's eyes shifted slightly as she watched that mass of invisible air carry a dozen leaves higher and higher, heading straight for the clear sky.
Meanwhile, her feet, which should have been on the floor, were hovering nearly half a meter off the ground in defiance of common sense.
Normally, riding the wind to fly required a cultivator to be at the Golden Core stage or above.
But having comprehended the innate divine ability, riding the wind seemed to only require her intent, moving according to her will.
It had nothing to do with her level of dharma power; it happened simply because she willed it.
In the sky, heavy clouds gathered. Wind whistled through the high-rise buildings. A moment later, what had been just a few dark clouds above the towers merged into a single mass. The dark, heavy layer of clouds felt incredibly oppressive, and pea-sized raindrops began to fall without warning:
"Splash splash splash..."
"Patter patter patter..."
"Splash splash splash..."
The pedestrians on the street, unaware of the cause, simply cried out and hurried their pace:
"What a heavy rain! The weather forecast was wrong!"
"What bad luck. It's almost October, how can the weather change so fast!"
"Hurry, hurry! This rain probably won't stop for a while. Why didn't the forecast give a warning? I didn't even bring an umbrella!"
"Why did it suddenly rain? It was just windy a moment ago. This is bizarre!"
No one knew that this sudden downpour originated from Nan Zhi's casual experiment.
The dense raindrops fell, wind and rain intertwining. The damp scent hit her face, but Nan Zhi did not retreat. She stood against the rain and laughed aloud.
This was the wind she had called.
This was the rain falling because of her.
"A casual gesture can call wind and summon rain. In the real world, I alone possess the power. So this is what it feels like."
Nan Zhi couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling as though her entire body was filled with strength. Her heart surged with excitement.
Controlling the wind and rain, interfering with heaven and earth.
Just thinking about it made her blood boil.
The game world was already in the Age of Dharma Decline; spiritual energy was gradually drying up, and the gods of the Heavenly Court had gone into hiding. Immortals like Huiyuan were forced to find their own ways out.
The real world, however, was just entering the Spiritual Resurgence. Forget about the Foundation Establishment stage, there weren't even many people in the Qi Refinement stage. Nan Zhi could dominate the world with just her Qi Refinement Great Circle cultivation.
Riding the wind, calling wind and summoning rain.
On the path of cultivation, she was far ahead of everyone else.
If the innate divine ability 【Call Wind】 was this powerful, she wondered how formidable 【Summon Rain】 would be.
It seemed that raising her cultivation level as quickly as possible was the most urgent matter at hand.
Foundation Establishment might trigger celestial phenomena, so she needed a place with few people where she wouldn't attract too much attention to take the Foundation Establishment Pill and advance.
As for where to go for her secluded cultivation, Nan Zhi already had a plan in mind.
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If someone were to ask Nan Zhi what there was the most of at tourist attractions in October, Nan Zhi would answer without hesitation:
People.
Qianli City on a normal day looked like this:
people people people people buildings attractions people people people attractions buildings buildings buildings buildings people people people buildings buildings buildings.
Qianli City during a holiday looked 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 people people people people people.
You ask why you can't see the attractions?
Because they were drowned in a sea of people, of course.
This was not an exaggeration in the slightest.
The tourism industry in Qianli City was already developed, and the popular attractions were too many to count. Every holiday, the city, the suburbs, and especially the roads near the airport and high-speed rail station were as clogged as sausages.
"My god, it's even more exaggerated this year, isn't it? The Tourism Bureau estimated that the number of tourists has increased by fifty percent compared to last year's National Day holiday!"
Zhang Qiuyu, sitting by the window, scrolled through her phone and couldn't help but share the news she had just seen with Nan Zhi:
"It's a good thing our manager listened to reason and picked an obscure spot for the team building. Otherwise, I'd rather stay home and lie around bored for seven days than go out and travel!"
"By the way, Nan Zhi, I heard that there are quite a few ethnic minorities in Mulian Village where we're going. I wonder if we'll be able to understand them when they talk."
—Mulian Village in Xixiang wasn't far from Qianli City. It was only a two or three-hour ride on the bullet train, and the tickets were easy to reimburse. So, after some discussion, everyone in the company decided to buy tickets for the same train.
"Of course we can understand. We don't speak some alien language back home, so why wouldn't we understand?"
Nan Zhi replied in the Xixiang dialect, prompting several curious colleagues to crowd around and ask all sorts of questions:
"It sounds pretty much the same as our Qianli City dialect. No wonder they say Yun-Gui-Chuan-Xi are all one family."
"Then I'm relieved. Oh, Nan Zhi's hometown is in Xixiang, right? Then you have to play the part of the host this time. Whatever's good to eat or fun to do, introduce it all to us!"
"Really? Doesn't that mean Nan Zhi is losing out? Other people go on trips to places they've never been, but you're just going back to your hometown for team building, hahaha..."
Nan Zhi laughed and made some polite conversation, but her eyes flickered.
Mulian Village... she had almost forgotten what that place looked like.
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