When danger descended, Nan Fenglan remained calm and unruffled. With a tap of her foot, she transformed into a nimble little bird, swaying with the surging gale as though a ghost suspended in midair.
At the same time, a transparent barrier emerged around her body, like rippling water and shimmering light, layer upon layer weakening the attack. The finger claws struck, yet could never draw close to Nan Fenglan. In the end, the force dissipated a hundred yards away, leaving only deep ravines and utter devastation across the tea mountain. The Pure Yin Finger strike in particular nearly split half the tea mountain apart, sending sand and stones flying and dust filling the sky.
Yet Nan Fenglan remained composed, carrying the true essence of riding the wind and soaring straight up to the Ninth Heaven. This was not a movement technique she had originally possessed, but one Xiang Yang had passed on to her through the wooden blade—the culmination of Xiang Yang's martial path of movement techniques.
Naturally, once Nan Fenglan retreated, the true qi she had been pouring into the wooden blade also leaked away, and the invincible, spreading blade shadows vanished without a trace. After that exchange, the two were considered evenly matched, neither superior to the other.
Such impressive results owed thirty percent to Nan Fenglan's own cultivation and realm after attaining the Dao, while the other seventy percent came from Xiang Yang's wooden blade.
Had Nan Fenglan not attained the Dao, merely wielding the wooden blade with the power of a Celestial Being would have been beyond her strength. She could only defend herself, with no possibility of advancing. This was also why Xiang Yang had not approved of Nan Fenglan seeking revenge directly back then, instead telling her to wait.
And if Nan Fenglan had