Breaking the Spell (4,000-word bonus)

"An east wind?!"

In Wu Zhi's army, Tian Xiang the Daoist gauged the wind direction and cried out in alarm. "Your Majesty, the enemy must have a sorcerer casting a spell! We must set up an altar at once and break it!"

He had once been the supreme Sect Master of the Four Symbols Sect. But after the Sect's Heavenly Immortal Ancestor had fallen, he had overestimated himself and tried to seize Wu Zhi's fortune. Wu Ming had captured him whole and placed a restriction on him, forcing him to serve under Wu Zhi.

At first, he had been unwilling. But with his life in the hands of another, he had no choice but to render service like a dog or horse. Yet as Wu Zhi rose rapidly to prominence, Tian Xiang the Daoist's heart grew ever more fervent.

Now it seemed that this woman truly had the makings of a true dragon! If he could help her establish a successful imperial court, the Sect would surely share in her great fortune. Perhaps it might even rise again!

And so, he now served Wu Zhi with all his heart, daring not to disobey.

"I grant you the authority to act as you see fit! Cast your spell!"

Wu Zhi gazed at the battlefield, her expression calm. At her words, joy flashed across Tian Xiang the Daoist's face. He felt a trace of dragon qi bolster him, and the army's suppression—which had weighed upon him before—vanished without a trace, turning instead into a few strands of aid.

"The enemy army was already on the decline, and the west wind is the natural order of this day. The sorcerer over there is going against the current, while I am restoring order. Even if several Earth Immortals joined forces, they would still be