"Old Chen did that on purpose!"
"He's a Military Sima Nong. How could he fail to rein in his spell?" Zhao Xing rubbed his aching shoulder, where a patch of frost was melting into a wet stain.
"He must have been affected by my spell and had a nightmare, but didn't want to admit it. Or did he hear me call him Old Chen?"
Zhao Xing had seen Chen Shijie's twisted, agonized expression earlier and had no idea what was happening. In his panic, he had called him Old Chen.
Dreams were no ordinary matter in this world. He had been worried that something might happen to Chen Shijie.
"Sooner or later, I'll surpass Old Chen. When that happens, Little Chen..." A smile curled at Zhao Xing's lips. He patted his shoulder and slowly walked away.
Daytime was unsuitable for practicing Yin Wind spells, so Zhao Xing moved that practice to the night.
Sensing the fluctuations of the earth veins and catching the Yin Wind beneath the ground was extremely difficult.
Yet even before reaching First-Turn, its power was considerable.
This was a spell Zhao Xing had to master, and master well.
"The Yin Wind spell can do more than hurt people. It is also essential for cultivating certain rare treasures."
"For instance, Resurrection Grass can barely grow without Yin Wind, while Yin Wind can accelerate its maturation."
As for the mornings, he spent them nurturing the Heavenly Pear saplings, helping them achieve vigorous growth.
After leaving home, Zhao Xing went to the Ministry of Agriculture and trained in Guiding Thunder in Xue Wenzhong's back courtyard.
Old Sima Nong was quite formidable when it came to lightning spells. In terms of fine control, Chen Shijie might not even surpass Xue Wenzhong.
"Guiding Thunder is only one step away from Thunderclap.