Early the next morning, Lin Feng arrived at the house in the county district. It was still dark, and he locked all the doors. He had meant to practice the [fa] sound, but his whole body ached unbearably.
He had no choice but to try [Mystic Sustenance Method: Feasting on Wind and Drinking Dew] and heal himself first.
He had not forgotten how several of the difficult movements had torn his skin and fascia the first time he performed the secret method.
But after that intense ritual was over...
The wounds on his body had healed.
At first glance...
This kind of ritual seemed extremely effective at healing injuries.
So Lin Feng decided he might as well get himself into shape first and face the game in the best condition possible.
After bolting the doors and making sure no one nearby was watching him, he stood in the courtyard. Enduring the aches, Lin Feng began his second use of the Mystic Sustenance Method.
Swaying and bouncing, Lin Feng began a frenzied dance in the empty courtyard. With no offerings for the ritual, countless currents of wind around him burrowed into his pores.
This dance was still deranged and wild, but not bloody in the slightest.
Without offerings, Lin Feng was the deity himself. As gods went, he was fairly good-tempered—and fairly pathetic.
Lin Feng was Ninth Rank, and his physical condition was not up to much.
To be honest, he could not compare to a priest from the Yin-Shang era.
Fortunately, this was a skill.
If he could activate it, he could use it.
The advantage of a skill lay in its standardized nature. It did not depend on the caster's condition or fortune, nor was it affected by anything else. As long as he could perform the skill and