Riding the Wind

Huang Rong was meticulous and ultimately left herself an extra backup plan.

We made a promise when we descended the mountain.

If one encounters a powerful enemy and the situation becomes hopeless, one should use White Condor to deliver a message.

Everyone knows about this.

As the saying goes, a mother worries when her son travels a thousand miles, let alone Guo Jing, who is now leading a large army to fight on the battlefield. Li Ping is naturally worried every day.

Every day, I strain my ears, listening to the sounds in the sky, afraid of missing the call of the White Condor, yet also afraid of hearing it.

Li Ping immediately became apprehensive upon the arrival of the White Condor today. The White Condor would never have come here unless it encountered a powerful enemy.

"What powerful enemy could Pu County possibly have that would require a White Condor to beg for help? In the current situation, even if Guan Yu were reincarnated and faced with Guo Jing's army, he would be powerless to do anything."

Ji Boying was deeply surprised.

One of the reasons he refused to descend the mountain and concern himself with these mundane matters was that he believed he was 100% certain of success and that there were absolutely no other formidable enemies.

In the martial arts world, neither the Song nor the Jin dynasties had a worthy opponent.

"That's true. I wonder how formidable their opponent must be. How are Jing'er and Rong'er doing now?"

Li Ping clenched her large, rough hands in front of her chest, her face filled with anxiety, and paced back and forth.

Ji Boying wondered what kind of enemy it might be, and Li Ping thought about something similar, just from a slightly different perspective.

She naturally knew that Guo Jing's army was now well-organized, with countless strong soldiers and generals under his command, as well as martial arts masters like Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi.

Even with such a lineup, they were forced to make a move, resorting to their last trump card to call for help.

This naturally made Li Ping even more worried.

I'm very worried that something might happen to Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

Ji Boying was completely baffled. He asked for help, but the neat and orderly writing didn't seem to indicate that he was in danger of not having time to write.

This piece of paper only has a few words of distress written on it. The rest of the paper should at least explain the cause and effect.

This created a lot of confusion and caused everyone to worry.

"Don't worry, I'll go myself."

Ji Boying gave a signal and gently shook his left arm upwards. Only after receiving the order did the White Condor dare to gently break free from Little Dragon Girl's arm. It spread its wings softly and took flight with some effort.

A considerable breeze swept across everyone's faces.

This was the result of the White Condor's best efforts to control the situation, for fear that if it made too much noise, it might accidentally hit the little girl next to it.

Its thinking wasn't very thorough; it was just acting on a beastly instinct, seeking advantage and avoiding harm.

Finally, it spread its wings and took flight, its two wings covering the sky and casting a large shadow, which made Little Dragon Girl clap her hands and shout excitedly.

"A fine horse has stopped halfway up the mountain; I'll go fetch it now."

Sun Buer did not slack off, nor did he order others to do it; he personally went to lead Ji Boying's horse.

"No need to lead the horse, I can go myself."

Ji Boying, however, complained that the horse was too slow.

Sect Leader Lin and Li Mochou tried to persuade them from the side.

"Although your Lightness Skill is strong, it is more than a thousand miles from here to Pu County. Now that we have encountered a powerful enemy, it is the time for you to break the deadlock and save our lives. If you exhaust your true energy and then encounter a powerful enemy again, wouldn't that be extremely bad?"

Sect Leader Lin and Li Mochou have lived in seclusion in the Ancient Tomb for many years, and they are actually unaware of the geography outside.

In recent days, he has also accompanied Li Ping to look at some battle reports and identified some cities.

She said that the distance from Mount Zhongnan to Pu County is a thousand miles, which is not entirely accurate, but it is close enough.

Lin, the Sect Leader Lin of both Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi, and she truly admired them greatly.

Now, surrounded by a large army, they are forced to ask for help, making them a formidable enemy that is difficult to deal with.

In the past few months, Ji Boying has been kind to people. He only carries the name of the Quanzhen Sect, but he does not seem to abide by the rules of Quanzhen Sect. He is generous and often gives Li Mochou pointers on martial arts.

He treated Little Dragon Girl extremely well, almost better than most people would treat their own daughters.

They modified those wondrous martial arts techniques so that Little Dragon Girl could cultivate them effortlessly from a young age.

Lay a solid foundation, enhance qualifications, cultivate physical strength, and nurture true energy.

Since Sect Leader Lin was Little Dragon Girl's master, he generously passed on these skills to Sect Leader Lin so that Sect Leader Lin could teach Little Dragon Girl in the future.

Over time, having received great kindness from Ji Boying, their relationship improved, which further reduced the already diminished grudges between the Ancient Tomb Sect and the Quanzhen Sect.

At this time, he was also worried about Ji Boying, so he offered some words of advice.

While persuading her, Sect Leader Lin took Little Dragon Girl from Ji Boying's arms and held her in his own embrace.

Little Dragon Girl seemed to sense that something was wrong. She nervously gripped her master's collar with her two small hands, her jewel-like eyes fixed intently on Ji Boying.

"Junior brother, that is exactly right. With a powerful enemy in front of us, how can we waste our true energy?"

Sun Buer also tried to persuade him from the side.

Although Li Ping was anxious, she was also quite sensible.

He suppressed the panic in his heart and said.

"Brother Ji, there's no need to rush. It would be safer to go on horseback."

Ying Gu also said, "Honored Master, there are good horses in the mountains. Although they are not as good as Guo Jing's Little Red Horse, they are still rare and fine steeds. Traveling by horse will not take too much time."

Ji Boying smiled slightly, unconcerned by the concerns and advice of the crowd.

"Don't worry, I won't ride a horse or rely on my Lightness Skill. Running there covered in dust to rescue people would be beneath my noble demeanor."

Ji Boying's words were interesting.

But at this moment, everyone was worried and no one could laugh.

Ji Boying knew they could never understand his current state of mind.

He said no more.

He reached out and beckoned to the air, and the circling White Condor eagle flapped its wings, creating a gust of wind, before flying down again.

However, the White Condor had difficulty hovering.

It could only circle around Ji Boying and his group, its wings flapping above their heads, stirring up clouds of dust with each gust of wind.

Ji Boying didn't say much. He reached out and beckoned inside the door. The iron sword leaning against the door flew through the air and landed in his palm.

This caused a stir among the crowd.

"What a brilliant Dragon Capturing Skill!"

Master Yideng clasped his hands together, his face full of admiration.

Ji Boying smiled, flipped his palm, revealing a few strands of silk, "It's nothing special."

Although he said that, everyone knew that it was already quite remarkable.

Ji Boying clasped his hands in a fist salute to the crowd.

Without moving his feet or bending his legs, he simply swung his hand down, creating a gust of wind that sent him floating lightly into the air. Riding the Wind was truly like that of an immortal.

He flew into the air, his body reaching the same height as the White Condor. He gently pressed his left hand on the White Condor's back, flipped over, and stood firmly on the White Condor's back, his body upright.

The White Condor seemed to be unburdened, flapping its wings a couple of times to adjust, before taking off and soaring into the sky.

The White Condor flapped its wings and soared into the sky, leaving a large shadow.

Ji Boying stood on the back of the White Condor, letting the gale blow, his hair fluttering, his robes billowing, and the slightly faded blue silk ribbon hanging from the hilt of his iron sword was also pulled by the gale in the air, fluttering horizontally behind Ji Boying.

Riding the Wind, majestic and awe-inspiring, he seemed like a celestial being!

Although these two White Condor are magnificent, how can the weight of birds be compared with that of an adult?

The White Condor's wingspan appears to be a full ten feet, making it seem enormous, but its weight is at most thirty pounds.

Ji Boying was tall and strong, weighing at least 180 pounds. Yet, he was carried on the back of this eagle with such ease, flying through the air. It was hard to tell whether to praise the eagle for its might or Ji Boying for his prowess.

But everyone present, seeing Ji Boying take flight, naturally knew whether the eagle or the human was more powerful.

These two White Condor are naturally very powerful. If an adult can hold onto their claws, they can glide through the air for a short time.

But to ride White Condor and fly high into the sky like this, one would need an incredibly terrifying level of Lightness Skill and an immense amount of courage.

In the martial arts world, masters of Lightness Skill can also walk on water and stand on thin branches, which naturally reduces the downward pressure on their bodies, and the White Condor can withstand it.

However, this state requires constant leveraging of resources and cannot be sustained.

If such a master of Lightness Skill were to remain airborne without falling, they would either tread on tree branches or step on the backs of birds, and the force of their strike would be considerable.

Therefore, it is possible to briefly hover in the air with the help of White Condor, but it is absolutely impossible to actually fly on a crane.

Moreover, performing Lightness Skill a few feet or tens of feet off the ground is a completely different level of difficulty, not to mention actually flying tens of thousands of feet in the sky.

At that moment, when he looked down, he saw that all things in heaven and earth were like ants, and that his life and fortune were entirely in the hands of the beasts beneath his feet. Naturally, he felt fear in his heart.

Once the heart is filled with fear, the flow of qi and blood will naturally become unstable, making it impossible to perform Lightness Skill.

Only someone with absolute confidence that they won't die from a fall from a great height would have the courage to ride a bird.

Ji Boying possesses unparalleled Lightness Skill skills and profound internal strength. He can now walk hundreds of steps in the air and fly from one mountain to another without any leverage.

I'm confident I won't die from falling from mid-air. At most, I'll be a bit disheveled. I'll take off my outer robe to catch the wind and use it for leverage. If that doesn't work, I'll throw the iron sword under my feet and step on it for support. There's always a way.

"Amitabha! Benefactor Ji's Lightness Skill is truly unfathomable!"

Master Yideng clasped his hands together, looked up at the sky, and let out a long sigh.

Li Ping and Bao Xiruo were not martial arts practitioners. Although they knew that there were many extraordinary people and events in the world, they could never have seen such divine grace.

The initial panic in his heart was greatly relieved at this moment, and he was filled with trepidation towards Ji Boying, almost to the point of worship.

A strange light always flashed in the eyes of Sect Leader Lin and Li Mochou.

Sun Buer was both amazed and delighted. His usually expressionless face was now beaming with a wide grin, his gums showing and the corners of his mouth almost reaching the back of his head.

"Junior Disciple Brother's skills are truly unparalleled in the world."

Many people in the Quanzhen Sect didn't actually have much affection for this suddenly appearing Junior Disciple Brother; it seemed more like a transaction.

By adopting the name of the Quanzhen Sect, Ji Boying gained access to its Quanzhen Sect and certain advantages.

However, as they spent more time together, they came to admire and respect Ji Boying greatly.

Now it's even more shocking; Sun Buer and the others are now very fond of Ji Boying.

Let alone Junior Disciple Brother, they would be willing to acknowledge a junior uncle.

Ji Boying is no longer the Ji Boying of the Quanzhen Sect; the Quanzhen Sect would love to become the Quanzhen Sect of Ji Boying.

Everyone present had different feelings, and even Zhou Botong, with his innocent heart, couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

Only the Silly Girl smiled foolishly, hugging her fire fork and clapping excitedly as she jumped around.

Little Dragon Girl shifted her position on the dining table in Sect Leader Lin, excitedly staring with her big, dark eyes and stretching out her chubby little hands and arms, constantly reaching upwards.

Her small body kept jumping upwards, but Sect Leader Lin's slender arms held her belly tightly in his embrace.

It moved around lively, its little bottom bumping against the soft dining table, making it ripple.

The White Condor circled above Chongyang Palace for a long time, and the soldiers, Daoist priests, and many hermits who remained on Mount Zhongnan could see it clearly.

They watched as the magnificent White Condor leaped downwards, landing in the Chongyang Palace before soaring into the sky again. A celestial being holding a sword stood motionless on the eagle's back, and everyone was naturally shocked, feeling as if a celestial being had descended to earth.

Some knew the truth, while others were unaware. Some, who had secluded themselves in the Mount Zhongnan seeking fame, were inherently impure-minded. Upon seeing this divine being soaring through the air, their hearts trembled, and they timidly bowed their heads.

Those who are devoted to Buddhist and Daoist practices already have faith in their hearts. Upon seeing this scene, they only think it is a god or a Buddha, and they are all sincerely convinced.

In an instant, monks, Daoists, and laypeople from several peaks near the Chongyang Palace in Mount Zhongnan knelt down and bowed their heads in worship.

Some praised the Buddha, some praised the Tao, some chanted Amitabha, some chanted the name of the Heavenly Venerable, some recited Buddhist scriptures incessantly, and some echoed Daoist classics in the mountains.

Countless people were worshipping towards the sky, and the sounds of various kinds of worship echoed and reverberated.

Sun Buer was overjoyed to hear this, as it would greatly enhance the prestige of the Quanzhen Sect.

After a long period of joy, amidst the compliments and praises from many fellow practitioners who had traveled from other mountains, I felt a slight sense of regret and sighed inwardly.

"It's a pity that Junior Brother rode a giant eagle; if only it were a crane."

Although the Quanzhen Sect emphasizes the unity of the three teachings (Confucianism, Daoism, and Buddhism), it is ultimately a group of Daoist priests.

I still prefer the image of a Daoist priest who is ethereal and rides a crane through the sky.

There are also many poems by predecessors praising it, but the ancients have already ridden away on white cranes, and the white clouds have been drifting aimlessly for thousands of years.

If one were to ride a crane, it would not only be a matter of Daoist elegance, but also a matter of benefiting from the poetic brilliance of Tang Dynasty poets like Cui Hao and Li Bai. Even today's Confucian scholars would have to say a few words of respect and distance.

What a pity, what a pity.

Sun Buer, having gained an advantage, acted smugly, secretly lamenting his misfortune.

My dear junior brother rode a majestic white crane. Although I am handsome and dashing, I am too big. My majestic appearance overshadows my dashing appearance, so ordinary people just say that I am a god descended from heaven.

While they may possess the bearing of divine generals, they ultimately cannot compare to the carefree existence of immortals...

Ji Boying flew on an eagle at an altitude of 5,000 meters.

Everything tiny and insignificant lay beneath their feet, and as the eagle soared swiftly, the air transformed into a fierce wind that brushed against their faces.

He blew his shirt up until it bulged out.

His clothes and belts were fluttering wildly.

Ji Boying did not use his internal energy to control it, but simply enjoyed the pleasure of the airflow.

With an open mind and a clear, refreshing sky, how delightful it is!

In the blink of an eye, Mount Zhongnan was left far behind.