Chapter 425

The Unrestrained Spell is also a Wind Escape Spell.

The practitioner transforms their body into a breeze, leaving no shadow or trace, unrestrained and free, moving with the wind, existing freely and formlessly.

Those with shallow mastery are as fast as a gentle breeze, traveling dozens of miles a day; those with deep mastery are like a clear breeze, traveling hundreds of miles a day; if one borrows the strong winds of heaven and earth, one can easily travel over a thousand miles a day.

Those of great power transform their bodies into a clear breeze, harmonizing with the wind, unharmed by physical force. Coming and going like the wind, free and at ease throughout the world. As the saying goes, the Dao is infinite, and my body is unrestrained; this is what it means.

Those with shallow mastery are easily disturbed by chaotic winds.

When transformed into a clear breeze, one cannot cast spells.

It is not suitable for long-distance travel.

"So that's how it is..."

Lin Jue held the ancient book and read.

Actually, the first time he witnessed Third Shixiong Hua's spell that day, he had noticed that this spell might not be that fast for traveling.

Because Third Shixiong Hua was not young, and the day he had learned this spell must have been quite a while ago; the day he cast this spell to avoid his flying knife, he must have been using his full strength, yet the speed could not be considered fast.

Now it was confirmed.

When mastery is shallow, it is like a gentle breeze, traveling dozens of miles a day, not even as fast as walking; this should be the speed for beginners.

I wonder what kind of breeze this "gentle breeze" is.

In Lin Jue's impression, even a very gentle breeze, as long as it is a breeze that can be perceived, should be slightly faster than a person walking. This should have taken into account the consumption of casting the spell, fatigue, and the interference of natural winds between heaven and earth when traveling as a gentle breeze.

When mastery is deep, one transforms into a clear breeze, traveling hundreds of miles a day.

It seems to reach its limit there.

If one wants to be faster, one must borrow the wind's momentum and power between heaven and earth.

At the same time, before this spell is cultivated to a very high realm, when transformed into a clear breeze, if someone cuts through the breeze, one will also be injured; this also matches Third Shixiong Hua's performance at the time.

Only by cultivating to an extremely high realm can one truly be like the wind, unharmed by physical force.

Lin Jue considered himself to have great talent in the way of the wind.

"The Dao is infinite, my body is unrestrained..."

Lin Jue looked down at this passage, murmuring.

With just a few words, the wonder and romance of the spell were described vividly, making one yearn for it.

"Boom..."

Lin Jue closed the book.

In late autumn, the mountains were cool, just right for sleeping. The Daoist temple was incomparably quiet; no matter how difficult it was for someone to fall asleep, they could sleep soundly here and wake up refreshed the next day.

And with the fox accompanying him, Lin Jue felt even more at ease.

He did not feel any dreams visiting.

In his dreams, a few things—transforming into a clear breeze, riding the clouds and mist, the demeanor of an immortal, longevity and freedom—all accompanied him.

When he woke up, he still had an endless aftertaste.

Lin Jue sat by the bed for a while, and the fox also lay on the bear-skin rug and watched him for a while before getting up.

One went out the door, and the other followed suit.

Outside, it was the red leaves of Mount Feng, with morning mist as thick as water, slapping against the mountain shore in waves. The edge of the courtyard was connected to a cliff. The roosters had already announced the dawn, and there were Daoist priests in gray robes and a dog-headed Daoist in a flower robe sitting cross-legged under an ancient pine, discussing the Paper-Cutting Spell and the method of carving beans into soldiers.

Seeing smoke rising from the kitchen, he thought it must be the junior sister making breakfast. Since there was nothing to do, Lin Jue also took a meditation cushion and went over to sit and listen.

Breakfast was exactly as expected: wild vegetable porridge, boiled eggs, and the leftover meat dishes from last night.

After eating, the morning mist was also cleared away by the sun.

Lin Jue entered the storage room of the Daoist temple.

Now it was full, storing all his spiritual wood.

A profound and mysterious spiritual aura rushed toward him.

At first glance, Lin Jue looked at the piece gifted to him by Daoist Jiang—

This piece was the cheek of the Wang Mu of the West, with a huge eye on it, and the spiritual aura was the densest. Both senior brothers took care of him and left it for him.

Although this piece of wood was large, it was relatively regular.

Of course, that was relatively speaking.

It still had many uneven places.

The larger the spiritual wood, the rarer it was. Lin Jue could not bear to easily break it apart, so he spent some effort to cut off an irregular protruding part from it.

It was easy to find.

Because this was the eye area, the Wang Mu of the West had eyelashes and eyebrows, and her eyelashes and eyebrows alone were quite thick, like wooden roots and tendrils.

Finding one to cut off would work.

It was just not very easy to cut.

It took a lot of effort to cut one off.

Immediately, he sat on the edge of the cliff, facing the beautiful scenery of Mount Feng, which was covered in red leaves, basking in the sun, and painstakingly carving the bean soldiers.

He had obtained the fragments of the Wang Mu of the West's remains for some time, and both Lin Jue and the third senior brother had insights into it, knowing that this longevity wood, which had achieved the Truth and attained the Dao, was even more extraordinary—

Ordinary longevity wood was rich in vitality, so it could both compensate for the slight stiffness and clumsiness of the bean soldiers and repair itself after slight damage, while these fragments of the Wang Mu of the West's remains had infinite vitality, and after achieving the Truth and attaining the Dao, they had even more profound spiritual aura, so that every piece of wood fragment held in one's hand, when sensed carefully, felt as if it were not yet dead. Lin Jue's movements were a bit slow.

Because in the past period, he had to repair the bean soldiers, answer questions and teach spells for Wan Wan Xinrong and others, and also act as a cook, so he had not yet used it to carve the first wooden sculpture.

But the third senior brother had already carved one out.

The bean soldier sculpture he carved using the fragments of the Wang Mu of the West's remains, just by being carved—without even being consecrated or having the hero's remnant soul invited in to settle—already vaguely had a bit of spiritual aura and vitality, truly giving a feeling of being about to come alive, or perhaps a feeling that "it was already alive, just lacking a soul."

If that sculpture were placed there and nothing were done, it would not need hundreds of years of wind, frost, rain, snow, sun, and moon essence; after just a period of time, it might be able to turn the false into the true and come alive right there.

Just like those two stone horses.

Lin Jue only thought of two things—

One is that the Wang Mu of the West could make ordinary wild grass come alive, form grass people, and become her soldiers and generals.

He wondered if this profound spiritual aura was related to this.

The second is that in folk rumors, there seem to be treasures that can reshape a human body; perhaps these fragments of the Wang Mu of the West's remains are also such treasures, and have similar effects.

And his piece was from the facial eye area, so the spiritual aura should be even deeper.

!

Two days later, Third Shixiong Hua left.

After another period of time, the fourth, fifth, and sixth senior brothers, who had experienced the prosperity of the capital and seen the junior sister's residence, also had to return.

Only the seventh senior brother had not played enough and was unwilling to leave so early; instead, he persuaded them, saying:

"Why are you senior brothers in such a hurry to leave? The capital is so prosperous, how can you not experience it for a longer time? Moreover, in a few months, it will be the time for the old and new years to alternate. It is said that the capital at that time is brightly lit and as prosperous as a dream. Is it not better to stay in the capital and spend the New Year with us before going back? The East and West markets are so lively, can you only visit once? And you senior brothers haven't seen the snow scenery on the mountain yet!"

"Although the capital is prosperous, it does not belong to me; my heart is still in the mountains and forests," the fourth senior brother said with a smile. "Moreover, my good friends are no longer used to staying here, and the Mountain God friend of Mount Mount Shimen is also waiting for me to go back."

"This..."

The seventh senior brother knew his character and preferences and had nothing to say, so he looked at the fifth senior brother again.

"Although the capital is good, and Mount Feng is also good, I must continue to travel and practice medicine," the fifth senior brother said calmly, handing over a prescription. "If the world is in chaos and war descends, it is often accompanied by plagues. I have written down several prescriptions for different plagues, all using medicinal herbs that can be seen in the mortal world at the foot of the mountain, at most some are rare and unique. Junior brother and junior sister have a wide reputation in Qinzhou, please spread them."

"Third Shixiong brother has a benevolent heart."

Lin Jue solemnly took it, looked at it for a few times, and indeed there were several rare medicinal herbs that were not common, then put it away.

"What about the sixth senior brother?"

"Although the capital is prosperous, can't you, junior brother, see the twilight under the prosperity? This is still the result of us eliminating demons in the northeast and bringing the news of victory, which diluted it."

"Sigh..."

The seventh senior brother shook his head, only feeling that they did not know how to enjoy themselves.

The prosperity of this capital is like a dream; how can it be summarized by the East and West markets or a single Heavenly Street? More of it is in the red gauze and fragrant curtains.

"Fourth senior brother, your calligraphy is good. Before you leave, write a few pairs of spring couplets for us first; they will be useful during the New Year," Lin Jue said.

"..."

The fourth senior brother helplessly agreed.

"My Daoist temple is missing a dog. If any senior brother is returning to the temple, remember to keep an eye on when the fine hounds in the temple give birth to puppies, and definitely help me keep one," the junior sister also said.

"Can do."

Several senior brothers all agreed.

Not long after, they rode the clear breeze, stepped on the treetops, and descended the mountain one after another.

Only the seventh senior brother, who was greedy for the prosperity of the capital, and the third senior brother, who had nowhere to go and could go anywhere, were left, tinkering with the longevity spiritual wood and bean soldiers on Mount Feng.

With the Divine Travel Spell, it was not so reluctant to part; if he had time, Lin Jue also planned to write down the Feather Transformation Spell, and then it would be much more convenient for them to come and go.

A few days later, Lin Jue and the seventh senior brother also returned to the capital.

The weather was getting colder day by day.

The first bean soldier Lin Jue carved using the fragments of the Wang Mu of the West's remains was also gradually taking shape.

And he had already felt the profound spiritual aura on it increasing day by day; it seemed that the closer it was to a human shape, the denser this profound spiritual aura became, so much so that he was a bit afraid to dot its eyes.

He was afraid that after dotting the eyes, it would suddenly come alive and escape from him.

Of course, Lin Jue himself also knew that this probability was very low.

Just at this time, a guest came to visit outside.

It was Daoist Daoist Qingxuan and Daoist Jiang.

It was said that their Zhenjian Palace was being expanded, and they had also recruited some disciples, and sent some more people from the Xuantianguan of Mount Qiyun. Just as winter was entering, they had to enter the city to purchase some winter clothes for the Daoists in the temple, so they stopped by to visit him and have a few cups of tea.

At the same time, they brought him a piece of news—

"The Caohai Pass has been breached."

"When did this happen?"

"Just yesterday."

"Daoist friend, your news is truly well-informed."

Without Master Fan Tian, and with Lord Luo having gone home, Lin Jue lived in seclusion. If they hadn't come to tell Lin Jue, Lin Jue really wouldn't have known how much longer he would have to wait to find out.

That was a very important and formidable pass in the north.

(End of chapter)