Feng Ying's Methods

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[Name: Qingli]

[Age: Eleven]

[Primary Fate: Innate Sword Bone (Gold)] (...)

[Suiren Spirit-Aspect Visualization Diagram: 93/1000 (Beginner)]

[Soul-Calming Spirit-Cleaving Technique: 96/180 (Minor Achievement)]

[Heavenly Circuit Spirit-Light Protective Incantation: 40/100 (Beginner)]

[Little Vajra Incantation: 88/100 (Major Achievement)]

[Twenty-Two Primordial Patterns (22/22)]

The Little Vajra Incantation he had cultivated had leaped directly from Beginner past Minor Achievement, reaching Major Achievement outright. The Suiren Spirit-Aspect Visualization Diagram and Soul-Calming Spirit-Cleaving Technique had both changed drastically, while even the Heavenly Circuit Spirit-Light Protective Incantation had improved slightly.

These were the gains brought by having his head chopped off hundreds of times.

Yang Huai could not help but sigh. Having the protection of one's sect truly was far better than fighting alone. Otherwise, to achieve such a leap, who knew how much bitter endurance and how many tribulations he would have had to undergo.

The afternoon Practice Hall gradually grew lively. Quite a few new and old Daoist apprentices had gathered here to watch the excitement. News of Feng Ying and Qingli's arranged duel had spread through the mouths of several apprentices, and many were deeply interested.

One was a rather famous disciple from a collateral branch of the Wind Clan, as well as a core member of Glory Hall.

The other was a genius Daoist apprentice who had risen like a strange army. In a short time, he had emerged within the kitchen and gained the qualification to enter Slaughter Hall.

He was Slaughter Hall's sole inner-court disciple.

The many Daoist apprentices also wanted to see just what abilities he possessed to rise so swiftly.

Most of Glory Hall's core Daoist apprentices had arrived to watch the spectacle. At their head were Yuanlu, Huayang, and Qing Xian, two especially renowned apprentices—particularly Qing Xian, whose talent was famed both within and beyond the Daoist temple.

The group occupied several of the best viewing spots in the Practice Hall.

Opposite them were several other groups of apprentices, all talented figures from their respective quarters. In other places, many apprentices who had known Qingli also came. Bai Jian, Yuan Sheng, and Hou Sheng had all come to watch the excitement, equally curious.

"Qingli really went and did something huge without making a sound. He actually dared to arrange a match with Senior Brother Feng. How long has he even cultivated? Senior Brother Feng has a family legacy behind him. I think he'll have plenty of time to cry later!"

Hou Sheng sneered as he spoke to the apprentice beside him.

"Senior Brother Feng doesn't even need to act. If I stepped in for him, I could handle Qingli! I started cultivating Foundation Establishment techniques before he did!"

Yuan Sheng's face turned cold as he rebuked him from the side.

"Little brother, don't talk nonsense. Who are you to Senior Brother Feng? How dare you say you'll act in his place?"

Hou Sheng immediately looked displeased upon hearing this.

"I was only making an analogy!"

Then he said angrily, "Big brother, why do you always speak up for outsiders?"

Yuan Sheng glanced calmly outside. Feng Ying had already arrived early, and he said flatly, "I'm not helping anyone. This is a private matter between Senior Brother Feng and Junior Brother Qingli. Whoever wins, it has nothing to do with us!"

He then looked at his twin younger brother, whose temperament was so restless.

"Don't tell me you think Senior Brother Feng will remember your favor just because you said something like that?"

"N-no, but if it reaches Junior Brother Qingli's ears, he'll remember you instead!"

Hou Sheng raised his brows and sneered.

"That fellow is merely our peer. Why would I fear him?"

Yet when he met Yuan Sheng's cold gaze, he immediately stopped speaking. He feared no one, except for this elder brother of his.

He muttered under his breath.

The vertical pupils deep within Yuan Sheng's eyes shifted before gradually withdrawing. Suddenly, his brows moved, and he said, "He's here!"

Outside the dueling platform, beneath the stairs flanked by two green trees, Qingli appeared. He climbed the steps, then gave a light leap beneath the jade stairs and sprang onto the Practice Hall's platform, which stood some two meters high.

Yang Huai looked around, ignoring the other Daoist apprentices. His gaze fell only on Feng Ying, and he said with a smile, "Junior Brother Feng, come on!"

Feng Ying raised his brows at those words and shouted, "Who's the senior brother and who's the junior brother? We won't know until we've fought!"

His figure instantly turned into a wisp of clear wind. In a flash, he crossed the audience seats more than a zhang high and landed directly upon the vast dueling platform, which spanned several dozen zhang.

His gaze then swept across the stands and landed on an elderly Daoist dressed in lake-blue robes.

"Elder Yu Qingzi, please ensure fairness!"

Yu Qingzi smiled at his words.

"Certainly."

"You may begin!"

Feng Ying immediately raised his head. He too wore a lake-green robe embroidered with vast waters, his long black hair draped over his shoulders. His eyes settled on Yang Huai, and he shouted in an instant, "Wind, come!"

He raised one palm slightly, and fierce winds erupted across the several-dozen-zhang dueling platform in an instant. Pitch-black tornadoes formed one after another above the Practice Hall. His figure vanished among the wind pillars, while boundless gales swept toward Yang Huai.

With his first move, he had seized control of the entire dueling platform, compressing Yang Huai's room to maneuver.

Yang Huai frowned at the sight. The gale was enormously powerful. Naturally, he could not allow it to come near him directly; otherwise, once he was swept into the air, the duel would be over at once.

At a thought, layers of golden light appeared around him. Dense, solid golden radiance covered his entire body, yet he voluntarily plunged deep into the tornado, allowing it to lift him and spin him ceaselessly. Though his whole body revolved, Yang Huai felt no discomfort whatsoever.

Compared to the murderous methods of the asura demons and ghosts in the Spirit-Slaying Jade Disc, this dizzying whirl was no more than child's play.

Within the Spirit-Slaying Jade Disc, every time he revived, he would immediately suffer the bloody blade strikes of the asura demons and ghosts. Now, his reactions were astonishingly swift. Relying only on the innate spiritual awareness radiating from him, he continuously sensed Feng Ying's location while seeking out the weaker currents within the tornado and adapting to its tearing force.

Rumble, rumble!!

The golden light barrier formed by the Little Vajra Incantation around him was violently torn at by the black wind, yet the barrier remained unbroken and caused him no injury.

In the audience seats, many Daoist apprentices stared at the sight in shock.

For many of them, this was their first time witnessing an extraordinary technique head-on. Feng Ying's wind-controlling art shook their hearts. To be fair, if they had been in his place, they feared they would have been blown away by the tornado in a single exchange.

Yuan Sheng and Hou Sheng were also visibly shaken.

Yuan Sheng secretly estimated in his heart, Senior Brother Feng's mana is so abundant. He has likely already condensed Purple Palace Jade Liquid, and he may not be far from reaching Foundation Establishment's Great Perfection and cultivating Innate One Qi!

Of course, he did not believe Feng Ying had already cultivated Innate One Qi.

When Innate One Qi empowered a spell, it was easy to cultivate techniques containing an innate aura. The innate wind that arose would not be in this state. Even if it contained only a trace of innate qi, it would be vastly different.

"Junior Brother Qingli seems to be in trouble!"

In the distance, Yuanlu of Glory Hall said to Qing Xian beside him, "The most advantageous thing about mastering wind-attributed techniques is this. Especially in a duel within a confined space, this move is downright shameless!"

Qing Xian's beautiful eyes rested upon the arena, a radiant smile on her lovely face.

"If he also has lightning techniques that can work with the wind attribute, it'll be even more troublesome!"

"Junior Brother Qingli doesn't seem likely to hold on!"

Rumble, rumble!!

As her words fell, lightning suddenly blazed from the core of one tornado's eye, accompanied by a thunderous roar.

"Lightning, come!"

But at the very instant the thunder sounded, many Daoist apprentices could not help rising to their feet. More than ten zhang away, deep within the eye of another tornado, a streak of golden light suddenly erupted. It cleaved through the fierce wind in an instant, like a golden beam piercing through countless tornado pillars and striking directly toward the place where the thunder had burst forth, like a long rainbow piercing the sun.