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Chapter 224: The True Meaning of Wind
🕑 Added 2025-06-16 07:34:20 +0000 UTCAll Novels || Martial God
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Sima Yin retreated furiously, having pushed his Obscuring Eye Technique to its absolute limit.
Even with one arm missing, the effectiveness of his Obscuring Eye Technique was greatly diminished, but this technique truly lived up to its reputation as the best life-saving skill. Even He Yiming couldn't instantly pinpoint his true location.
In pursuit and evasion, they had already traveled several miles in a short time. Within such a short distance, He Yiming had almost lost track of his opponent three times.
What astonished He Yiming even more was that Sima Yin, even in his current state, wasn't solely focused on escaping. He constantly sought opportunities to return to his original path.
As for his motive for returning to the original path, both of them knew it clearly.
The only one who could make He Yiming anxious and potentially turn the tide was Yuan Lixun.
If Sima Yin were completely unharmed, he might very well succeed in the end. If he killed Yuan Lixun to vent his anger, He Yiming would regret it immensely.
But at this moment, trying to truly evade He Yiming's Clairaudient Ear was a bit too much.
After that magical, incredibly fast wind-element movement, although He Yiming hadn't truly mastered the method, his understanding of wind-element power had deepened by another layer. This manifested in the increased power when he used Clairaudient Ear.
Under his surveillance, even if Sima Yin occasionally managed to deceive him, he could still be located in the shortest time possible. No matter how Sima Yin changed his movements, it was difficult to truly evade the sounds He Yiming discerned from the wind.
The longer the pursuit, the deeper He Yiming's understanding of wind-element power became, and his speed grew faster and faster, breaking through the limits of his original Cloud Rain Flying Technique and reaching a new height.
If at first, the completely unharmed Sima Yin had a slight advantage in speed over He Yiming, then at this moment, if the two were to compete fairly, it would be difficult to determine a winner.
However, at this moment, Sima Yin, with a severed arm, was highly unaccustomed to both his martial skills and Light Body Technique, greatly reducing his efficiency. Had it not been for his Obscuring Eye Technique being so exquisitely applied, He Yiming would have caught up to him by now.
However, both of them understood that Sima Yin was merely at the end of his tether. Unless an accident occurred, he would certainly not be able to escape.
Sima Yin's face was extremely gloomy. The intense pain in his arm was far less severe than the pain in his heart.
He knew that this defeat was all due to greed. If he hadn't coveted the opponent's incredible Light Body Technique, he wouldn't have ended up in this state.
He remembered the upheaval from decades ago.
Back then, he, too, for the sake of greed, had left his hometown, traveling from the distant Great Shen to these desolate Northwest Countries, and had taken on a favor from Zhan Tianfeng.
Now, decades later, just when he thought he had settled down, cultivated his mind, and overcome pride and greed, he once again fell victim to this very same greed.
This, even more than his severed arm, caused him greater pain.
Looking ahead, sensing He Yiming getting closer, a hint of despair finally appeared in Sima Yin's eyes. He gritted his teeth, and a look of determination flashed across his face.
After making up his mind, his speed no longer held back. At its limit, it seemed to pick up even more, now able to match He Yiming's pace. He no longer employed his Obscuring Eye Technique but instead ran along a straight path towards the nearest highest peak.
This nameless peak was indeed the highest in the nearby mountain range. From halfway up, it was already shrouded in mist.
Running here, it seemed as if one could step into thin air and fall into a cliff at any moment. However, both He Yiming and Sima Yin moved as if on flat ground, their speed not diminishing in the slightest.
Finally, Sima Yin reached the summit. At that moment, he shot out from the cliff like an arrow from a bowstring. In the swirling mist, he turned his head, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
The environment here was extremely treacherous. Jumping from such a high cliff, even he wasn't fully confident of survival.
This leap, for a Single-Line Sky Realm expert, although not a matter of nine deaths and one life, was at least a fifty-fifty chance of life or death.
He had calculated that with He Yiming's personality, he would absolutely not gamble this fifty percent chance of survival to pursue a crippled man like him.
And in his desperate situation, he had no other choice.
However, if he was lucky enough to escape this time, he would try every means, by any means necessary, to retaliate. He wanted the name Sima Yin to bring absolute terror to the entire Northwest.
However, at this moment, in mid-air, he suddenly widened his eyes.
Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he sensed that when He Yiming reached the edge of the cliff, he likewise didn't slow down at all. Instead, he emulated Sima Yin, leaping out from his spot and continuing to pursue him through the air.
At this moment, Sima Yin truly felt a trace of panic, a strong sense of losing control that was beyond his grasp.
***
The fierce wind howled in his ears. The moment He Yiming actually leaped off the cliff, a faint sense of fear finally welled up in his heart.
He was also a human. Although he had reached the Single-Line Sky Realm in martial arts cultivation, and all 360 of his acupoints were thoroughly integrated, reaching a height that countless people could only dream of,
But at this moment, he still couldn't help but feel a strong sense of dread within him.
However, he had no regrets about jumping down to pursue Sima Yin.
Sima Yin was not a righteous Single-Line Sky Realm expert; he was not Zhan Tianfeng, not Zhuo Wanlian, nor Mu Jintian.
Those people would absolutely not threaten him with the safety of Yuan Lixun, or the safety of He Family Village.
But this person was different. He Yiming had a strong premonition that if this person escaped, he would regret it immensely in the future.
For He Family Village, for Hengshan Mountain, for his woman, his heart was unyielding. Today, even if he had to chase them to the ends of the earth, only one of them would survive.
This was a belief, a fierce belief of life or death, of you or me.
Therefore, under such circumstances, he was able to leap off the cliff in pursuit without hesitation. At this moment, his killing intent was formidable, even a few points stronger than Sima Yin's.
The fierce wind howled around him. To catch up with his opponent, He Yiming did not use Innate True Qi to reduce his speed. Instead, he channeled his energy downward, like a thousand-jin boulder, increasing his rate of descent even further.
He even had a special feeling that if he were to fall like this, he would probably be unable to withstand the immense impact and would be smashed to pieces.
His heart was pounding furiously. At this moment, he trembled with fear. A voice in his mind screamed frantically: "Slow down, Power of Wind, slow down..."
His internal Dantian spun rapidly, and the overflowing True Qi seemed ready to change its attributes at any moment.
However, countless familiar faces appeared in his mind simultaneously.
Grandfather He Wude, Father He Quanming, Mother Lin Wenyu, Eldest Uncle, Third Uncle, Master Bao, the third generation brothers and sisters, and all the old acquaintances from the Hengshan Mountain lineage, and everyone he knew...
Finally, the figures in his mind fluctuated, converging into Yuan Lixun's smiling face. The subtle blush on that face was so striking.
He recalled the heartbreak he felt when he first saw that scar!
To prevent such heartache from ever appearing again, he was willing to pay any price, even his own life...
His gaze suddenly sharpened, and all distracting thoughts were completely cast aside.
Lixun, and my family, I will absolutely not allow anyone to harm you again, absolutely not...
His aura suddenly erupted in mid-air, like towering waves hundreds of meters high in the ocean, spreading downward with lightning speed.
His spirit once again surpassed its limits, seemingly detaching from his body and ascending to the endless void.
A hint of bewilderment appeared in He Yiming's eyes. His eyes seemed to see things that shouldn't be seen.
Everything around him changed. The mountains were no longer mountains, the water was no longer water, and the mist was no longer just mist filling the space.
He faintly grasped the crucial point, and his heart was filled with the joy of seeing through the mysteries of nature.
They were lines, lines of wind. In the mist, in the air, in every corner of this world, there was the Power of Wind.
His body suddenly disappeared in mid-air as he rapidly fell...
As if suddenly crossing endless space, the next moment, he followed the lines of the wind, moving from one corner to another with the same incredible speed.
His body was the wind, unaffected by weight, unaffected by volume, it was the omnipresent wind.
At this moment, he finally truly mastered the Power of Wind.
Compared to this, the Clairaudient Ear was merely a minor skill, utterly incapable of expressing the boundless power of the Power of Wind.
His feet landed firmly on the ground. He looked up, his gaze cold and full of confidence, at Sima Yin, who was still falling from mid-air.
His heart was filled with unprecedented confidence.
At this moment...
Even if the three Single-Line Sky Realm experts, Zhuo Wanlian, Zhan Tianfeng, and Sima Yin, were to join forces, he seemed capable of defeating them and killing them.
Even if they wanted to escape, it would be impossible.
Of course, this was merely the result of his overinflated confidence at this moment. Unless he truly became an idiot due to arrogance, he would absolutely not do such an absurd thing.
***
Falling from mid-air, Sima Yin was both horrified and indignant. It was the first time he had encountered someone so relentless in pursuit, seemingly refusing to give up until their goal was achieved.
He felt a vague regret in his heart. He had originally thought He Yiming was just a newly advanced Single-Line Sky Realm expert with outstanding wood talent. But after their exchange, he hadn't even encountered the opponent's unique skill of Condensing Wood into Blade. Yet, even so, he had already fallen into such a pathetic state.
If he had known this earlier, he would never have returned Zhan Tianfeng's favor.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, but the thought of regret was fleeting. Then, all his attention was focused on how to shake off this sticky fly behind him.
However, at this moment, he suddenly felt an intense, almost suffocating aura pressing down on him from above, overwhelming everything.
When he felt this aura, his heart immediately sank as if into an ice cellar, and not a single shred of hope remained.
He already knew that He Yiming was determined to kill him, and it was a relentless, no-retreat determination.
He couldn't understand why He Yiming held such a deep hatred for him, a hatred so strong it seemed to penetrate his very bones.
At this point, a hint of fear finally flashed across his face. From complete confidence to fleeing with a severed arm, to being forced to jump off a cliff, and then to panic, and finally, sheer terror.
This series of changes had completely shattered his confidence.
He thought, with resentment and fear, "What kind of terrifying enemy have I, a newly advanced Single-Line Sky Realm, provoked?"
His True Qi, which he had originally gathered to reduce his downward momentum as much as possible, was now tightly clenched in his teeth. His descent suddenly accelerated.
He would rather fall to his death than face such a terrifying enemy head-on.
However, just as he was about to land, he suddenly noticed something unusual below.
An equally powerful, incredible killing intent suddenly surged from beneath the cliff. This killing intent was in no way inferior to He Yiming's above. And accompanying this killing intent was an equally powerful and unmatched force.
That ice elemental power, which he had come to know from being a stranger to it, and for which he had lost an arm.
He lowered his head in horror and immediately saw a familiar face.
When he saw clearly, even he, his eyes were filled with an unbelievable blankness.
This guy didn't jump down from above, so how did he land earlier than him in the blink of an eye?
Although he had witnessed He Yiming's incredible speed before, the situation then was nowhere comparable to falling from a cliff.
Even if his imagination were ten times richer, he could not have imagined that He Yiming had, as if in an epiphany, grasped the true meaning of wind elemental power at this moment, and thus was able to silently dart to his position below.
At this moment, Sima Yin subconsciously reached out his hand, and the sword light in his hand flickered like a night star, instantly transforming into a vast sea of stars.
However, in his heart, there was a faint question: did I make a mistake, or is God playing a trick on me?
***
He Yiming raised both hands high, his palms as white as snow. Within the area enveloped by his palms, an ice elemental power, far more potent than what Mu Jintian had displayed in the past, surged skyward.
The myriad sword flowers, which had initially been sporadic sparks, then turned into a expanse of white, finally slowed down, as if laden with endless white frost, no longer able to swing freely.
Not only that, but Sima Yin's own movements had also slowed down, becoming as difficult and sluggish as an old ox pulling a cart.
He Yiming's palm passed through the sharp long sword, and thus, pressed directly onto Sima Yin's chest.
Without a sound, Sima Yin's body fell stiffly backward until it hit a large rock and bounced off.
However, even falling from such a height and hitting a huge rock, his body remained unbroken.
That was because his body, when it struck the rock, had been frozen into an ice sculpture, an ice sculpture harder than stone.
He Yiming's coldness was obtained from the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow in the dark green jade bottle. The coldness nurtured within this ice marrow had actually exceeded ten thousand years long ago.
Otherwise, an Innate expert would not have been unable to escape from such coldness.
Even a Single-Line Sky Realm expert like Sima Yin, in order to escape this terrifying cold, had no choice but to sever his own arm and flee.
However, when this extremely intense cold, released with all of He Yiming's might, its terrifying consequences were far beyond what Sima Yin, already at the end of his tether, could resist.
This once flamboyant and brilliant super assassin, who had thrived in the Great Shen Empire, unexpectedly met his demise in the Northwest.
This was something no one could have imagined, not even Zhan Tianfeng, who had hired Sima Yin.
He Yiming let out a long sigh, feeling almost completely drained.
Although he could release powerful ice-element True Qi, the consumption rate of this True Qi far exceeded his expectations.
Among all the cultivation methods he had mastered, apart from the Five Elements Fusion, a full-power strike that could unleash all potential and True Qi at once, this ice-cold True Qi had the greatest consumption.
However, powerful consumption also represented powerful might. To directly freeze such a troublesome and terrifying Sima Yin to death, this terrifying effect also surpassed He Yiming's expectations.
Looking at Sima Yin, lying on the ground without a sound, He Yiming finally let go of the heavy stone in his heart.
Although this pursuit was incredibly perilous, almost costing him his life, the rewards he gained were equally unimaginable.
Not only did it allow him to grasp the true meaning of wind elemental power, possessing an incredible super speed that could instantly traverse a distance, but more importantly, his psyche underwent a tremendous change.
After this battle, he was confident that no matter what formidable enemy he encountered, he would be fearless.
Because behind him, it wasn't just him, but Yuan Lixun, He Family Village, and countless people he cared about immensely.
As long as they were behind him for even a day, he would possess boundless courage to fight.
Fighting for them was a responsibility he could not, and would not, escape.
He looked up at the sky...
It was late, stars twinkled in the sky, and the full moon hung in the sky, like a disk, like a mirror!
Chapter 225: Super Unexpected Harvest
