Chapter 151 - 109: Taking Stock of the Harvest and Fei Lian Eight Winds

Chapter 151: Chapter 109: Taking Stock of the Harvest and Fei Lian Eight Winds

As for that Dual Force Anchoring fragment, it was an unexpected delight. In any case, he was getting closer and closer to the Witchcraft, [Repulsive and Attractive Dual Force].

Returning to the lab, Chen Shang sat down at the Recording Platform. Zhong Kui’s Soul Core pulsed inside the protective pod. He picked up his rune pen and began his daily recording.

Amy assisted him from the side. All in all, this was an exceptionally massive and complex task; it couldn’t be rushed.

After finishing Zhong Kui’s daily recording, he pulled out his research notes on the Wind-Binding Mark.

The energy brand left behind by the Cyan Bird Face was a Wind Element impurity to the Heart of Fire, but to him, it was a complete Energy circulation trajectory.

He pushed the Eye of Truth to its maximum output, analyzing the Rune structure of that trajectory.

This entry wasn’t a single Rune, but a cyclical structure composed of thousands of basic Runes. This cycle formed a unified system.

A long while later, the interface flickered.

[Extractable entry detected: Fei Lian Eight Winds - Gale (Blue) — Source: Wind-Binding Mark - North Wind Branch. Integrity: 18%. Extract?]

[Extractable entry detected: Fei Lian Eight Winds - Jing Feng (Blue) — Source: Wind-Binding Mark - South Wind Branch. Integrity: 23%. Extract?]

Fei Lian Eight Winds? Chen Shang deactivated the Eye of Truth and silently confirmed the extraction. Two streams of Blue light surged into the interface.

He activated the entries to sense them briefly. These were two diametrically opposed Power Attributes, yet both originated from the wind.

Gale felt like a sharpened longsword; even resting still, its sharpness was palpable.

Jing Feng felt like a warm summer afternoon breeze, carrying abundant moisture and vitality.

He fell into thought. Fei Lian... if he remembered correctly, this should be the Wind Marquis of the Celestial Court, commanding the eight winds, presiding over the seasons, and governing the life and death of all things.

The eight winds corresponded to eight directions, eight seasons, and the winds of heaven and earth possessing eight types of Divinity, containing countless Transformations.

Gale was the north wind, the wind of winter—bleak, fierce, and destructive. The origin of the Cyan Bird Face was closely aligned with it.

Jing Feng was the south wind, the wind of summer—gentle, nourishing, and vitalizing. Chen Shang guessed it was born from being reverse-influenced by the Fire Element during its entanglement with the Heart of Fire.

One winter, one summer; one death, one life. Two extremes.

These Fei Lian Eight Winds were a pleasant surprise. If gathered entirely, they would definitely form a Purple entry. At that time, he could attempt to open his Fourth Magic Spring and grant it a Wind Attribute Enchantment.

Additionally, he could try Elemental Multiplication of the Wind-Fire Elements, or even Elemental Multiplication of the Wind-Fire-Water Elements.

He might even further develop the Wind-Calling Divine Techniques.

...

Half a year slipped by quietly.

Chen Shang would visit the Repulsive-Attractive Dual Force Training Ground every few days. He would take a stroll, the interface would flicker a few times, and a few fragments would be stored away, after which he would practice for a while in passing.

In addition, Rong Feng, Mingshu Feng, Qingming Wind, and Liang Feng from the Fei Lian Eight Winds had been activated one after another. Combined with Gale and Jing Feng, he had already obtained six of the eight winds. He was only short of Changhe Wind and Guangmo Wind to synthesize the complete Fei Lian Eight Winds.

On this day, Chen Shang paused his work. Since Amy’s assessment was fast approaching, as her guide, he had to check on the young girl’s progress.

In an empty clearing in the lab, Amy crouched on the ground. Before her sat over thirty palm-sized Pottery Jars. Their mouths were sealed with wax, and different Rune markings were carved into the wax surfaces, all neatly arranged in rows.

These were the Plague Bottles she had made; each bottle corresponded to a different disease variant.

Chen Shang swept his gaze over them with the Eye of Truth: heat plagues, cold plagues, damp plagues, dry plagues, wind plagues, toxic plagues, and blood plagues—everything one could expect was there. There were even many composite types. These were all formulas Amy had concocted herself.

She didn’t have any Space Equipment, so she had to keep them in her backpack for now.

"What else?" Chen Shang had long noticed she was carrying something else on her.

Amy carefully pulled a palm-sized cloth pouch from her bosom. The pouch was dark red, isolating a certain Energy fluctuation. She untied the string and opened the cloth, revealing a dark red clay doll resting inside.

The clay doll lacked facial features, only possessing a blurry, slowly squirming silhouette. Its surface was covered in fine cracks, resembling blood on the verge of coagulating.

"This is the Red Plague Ghost you taught me," Amy said, a hint of pride in her voice. "Its core attribute is the Violent Plague, which spreads heat toxins, summer sickness, and scorching fever..."

Chen Shang squatted down, his Eye of Truth staring at the dark red clay doll for a few seconds.

The interior of the Plague Ghost wasn’t solid; rather, it was composed of countless minuscule pathogens that were constantly dividing and multiplying.

The core of the pathogens was enveloped by an extremely thin wisp of Fire Element. The frequency of this Fire Element matched the origin of the Heart of Fire, albeit much weaker.

Chen Shang stood up and looked at Amy. "What deal did you make with the Heart of Fire?" He could tell that this thing wasn’t something Amy could cultivate on her own.

Amy lowered her head, twisting the hem of her robe with her fingers. "I taught it a class... an advanced course in the Wizard Common Language. It wanted to understand those materials on the Elemental Storm... It was very happy, so it let me use its Power to cultivate the Plague Ghost."

Chen Shang fell silent for a moment. Amy was an Apprentice who had received proper Wizard education. Her proficiency was naturally far higher than the Golden Crow’s. It was only normal that the Heart of Fire was willing to listen to her lectures.

Exchanging knowledge for resources—even the Pan-Wizard Alliance’s auditors couldn’t find any fault with that.

"Not bad. The Plague Ghost’s performance is excellent. It’s stronger than those Plague Bottles you made yourself. You can treat it as a trump card."

Amy’s eyes lit up, and she looked up expectantly. "Then will I pass?"

Chen Shang smiled. "Combat power isn’t the sole criterion. As long as you demonstrate your capabilities, that will be enough.

"Maybe you’ll just chat with someone, drink some tea, discuss Runes, and then pass."

Yeah, nothing wrong with that. That was exactly what Leia had told him back in the day.

As for the fact that he was hit with a Meteor Disaster right after walking in, that was just a minor detail.