"Thank you for your trouble, Daoist friend."
Yang Lingrui offered a polite remark, then stepped into the formation.
As expected of one of the Central Region's foremost sects, the moment Yang Lingrui entered the grand formation, he sensed that the spiritual energy around him had already begun to show signs of liquefying.
Even here at the foot of the mountain, one could see all manner of Mysterious Wind spirit embryos gestating everywhere. This ability to cultivate Mysterious Winds was also one of the reasons Fuyao Sect had become the foremost wind-Dao power in the Central Region of Canglan.
As mentioned before, among wind-Dao cultivators who practiced the same wind arts and possessed the same cultivation realm, their combat strength could differ enormously depending on whether they had a Mysterious Wind.
Of course, the Mysterious Wind spirit embryos that Fuyao Sect could cultivate in batches were not of particularly high quality, nor could they continue advancing into Divine Winds.
Yet for most ordinary wind-Dao cultivators, as well as Fuyao Sect's countless common disciples, obtaining such a Mysterious Wind was already an extraordinary stroke of fortune.
Because of the foundations in the wind Dao he had left behind in the past, Yang Lingrui still retained an extremely high affinity for the wind Dao.
Thus, after he entered Fuyao Sect's grand formation, four Mysterious Wind spirit embryos immediately drifted toward him, impatient to acknowledge him as their master.
Yang Lingrui smiled bitterly and shook his head. He raised a hand and gently brushed across the four spirit embryos, then softly pushed them away. "You have found the wrong person. I can no longer accept you."
Just as he sent away the four Mysterious Wind spirit embryos, a figure descended before him on a wavering crimson hot wind.
"I was wondering why Xu Lie