"Spirit treasures in the wind..."
Xu Yuan murmured to himself, a little tempted, but even if he wanted to try it, he reckoned he would have to wait until he had finished practicing the cultivation method at hand.
Returning to the platform, the two did not speak much. Gao Yang told Xu Yuan that the next gale would probably arrive in a day and a half, then slipped into his stone hut.
Xu Yuan likewise returned to his own room and chewed on a piece of dried meat.
As he felt his physical condition gradually recover to its peak, Xu Yuan sat cross-legged once more and resumed practicing the Heart Sutra.
He discovered that he seemed rather gifted in this sort of cultivation technique. He had only just begun, yet he could already visualize a tranquil cottage within his mind.
Thus, for the next day or so, Xu Yuan immersed himself in cultivating the mental art. As he practiced, he could feel a certain stillness arise within his body, as though he could no longer sense either the tedium of cultivation or the harshness of this place.
On the morning of the third day, a shout from the neighboring room startled Xu Yuan awake. Only then did he finally emerge from his cultivation, realizing at the same time that the black wind had returned.
The entire room creaked and groaned. Strands of black wind slipped through the cracks, ceaselessly attacking the living people inside.
Yet Xu Yuan merely stood calmly in the room without offering any resistance. The black wind could barely harm him now.
Even the deathly intent that had plagued him before no longer surfaced in his heart.
"Now that I've visualized the complete tranquil cottage, I wonder whether this speed is considered fast or slow. Once I