After half a day of diligent practice, he finally learned Cloud-Riding and Mist-Driving, drifting back and forth atop a cloud the size of a millstone.
At first, it felt novel. He really did cut something of an Immortal's figure from the stories.
But after playing around for a while, he lost interest. The cloud looked graceful, but it moved sluggishly. For someone like him, who frequently fought and killed, it was of little use.
Besides, only his primordial spirit could ride it. If he encountered a powerful enemy, it would be neither fast nor steady enough.
Of course, the world was vast. Cloud-Riding and Mist-Driving might not always be this slow. He simply had no access to better versions, or perhaps his cultivation and intelligence were still too shallow to learn them even if he obtained the spells.
After drifting around twice, he landed back on the stone stool beneath the tree beside the vegetable patch.
Seeing Jin Si looking listless and unenthusiastic, Wang Ying asked curiously.
"Why the long face? Was there something you couldn't learn?"
Jin Si sniffed hard.
"I learned it, but I want a flying technique that will make me better at fighting. This one isn't useful."
Wang Ying was speechless. After a moment's surprise, she shook her head and laughed.
Thinking back to the Black Flood Dragon's battle with the eerie, the entire fight had lasted only a few moments. Every move had been swift, every step relentless. One word had run through it all: speed.
The Black Flood Dragon followed the path of combat and killing, where victory and defeat hung on a fleeting instant. Being a hair faster than his opponent let him slowly build an advantage; being a fraction slower meant terrible danger. Sluggish cloud-riding really did not suit him.
She turned