Is this the mythical beast Dafeng from ancient Chinese mythology?
In my past life, I was someone who often chatted and argued with people on forums. Books like the Classic of Mountains and Seas, which were full of mystical and fantastical elements, were practically required reading. The mythical beasts with great winds mentioned in them seemed to be exactly like this.
Suddenly, a thought struck him. He remembered the legends of mythology: besides the dragon having nine sons, the phoenix also had nine offspring. The eldest was the peacock, the second was the golden-winged roc, the third was the fire phoenix, which "shone brightly when happy and scorched the earth for miles when angry," the fourth was the golden phoenix, which "shone with golden light and sang in the eight winds," the fifth was the blue luan, the sixth was the snow phoenix, the seventh was the Hundred Cries, the eighth was the blue duck, and the ninth was the great wind!
If you ask him why he remembers it so clearly, it's all tears. Back then, the written test questions for NetEase Games were full of these kinds of messy questions. Compared to the nine sons of the dragon with so many obscure characters, the nine chicks of the phoenix are much easier to remember.
However, there are many versions of the nine phoenix chicks, and the one he remembers is only one of them.
Zu An thought that he was cultivating the Phoenix Nirvana Scripture. Now that he had reached the second stage of the Great Perfection, the appearance of the wind pattern could not be entirely a coincidence.
It seems that a new Phoenix Chick will appear with each level of Great Perfection, but what exactly is the use of this thing? It can't just be used to scare people, can it?
He had secretly tested it before; no one else could see the magic circle on his body, so naturally they couldn't see the wind pattern either. Therefore, using it to scare people was completely ineffective.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he poured his inner energy into the lines of the wind. After the energy flowed through the wind's entire body, the wind's fierce eyes suddenly lit up, and then a phantom of the wind appeared in front of him.
Zuan was overjoyed; it really worked!
But what exactly is the power of this thing? It's not like a flying sword, is it?
After thinking for a moment, he had an idea and gave the order to let the wind crash into the wall to test its power.
With a flap of its wings, a gust of wind swept through the room, causing tables and chairs to tip over and crash into the walls almost instantly.
Zuan was staring wide-eyed at the power of the weapon, worried that it might be too weak and disappoint him, but also worried that it might be too strong and attract the experts in the Duke's mansion.
Before he could even see what was happening, a sudden, powerful force sent him flying toward the wall. In an instant, he crashed into the wall.
Bang!
It's truly like hitting someone and hanging them up like a painting!
Zuan slowly slid down the wall, leaving a human-shaped pattern on the snow-white wall, along with two bright red bloodstains, which were the bloodstains from his nose hitting the wall head-on.
Holy crap!
Zuan was both cursing and excited. So this thing was teleportation! If used properly, it was an amazing tool for ambushes or escapes.
However, not knowing how far he could move each time, he didn't bother to wipe the blood from his nose and started pouring his energy into the wind pattern again, trying to summon it once more.
But not long after he started drinking it, he felt dizzy. It turned out that his energy was completely depleted.
It seems this thing can only be used once a day. It should be better when I reach a higher level and have more internal energy.
He slowly climbed back onto the bed and lay down again, noticing that the first magic circle in his muscles had some golden substance. He figured that he had just made close-range contact with the wall without any warning and had suffered quite a few injuries, to the point that the magic circle could collect some substance.
I had heard Ji Xiaoxi mention before that the second rank makes a cultivator's skin difficult to be hurt by ordinary people's swords and knives. After reaching the third rank, one can use their qi to form armor to resist attacks. Although he is currently at the lowest level of the third rank, he is still a proper third rank.
He struggled to muster the last bit of his vital energy, finally managing to gather a piece of armor, smaller than the palm of his hand, on his body surface. However, due to insufficient remaining vital energy, the armor immediately dissipated.
Nevertheless, Zaun was overjoyed. Now that he had advanced to the third rank, theoretically he had the strength of 88 normal people. In his previous life, he would have been a mini-Superman. In the Marvel world, even if he couldn't compare to the Hulk, he should have no problem easily defeating a weak superhero like Black Widow.
In addition, he also has two hidden trump cards: the Death-Defying Dagger and the Great Wind. No matter who in this mansion wants to kill him, he has the confidence to survive.
One second Zuan was full of energy, the next he suddenly changed his demeanor, rubbing his various injuries: "That slam into the wall really hurt like hell."
My injuries were almost healed, but this collision has aggravated them again.
He dared not act recklessly again, and quietly lay on the bed to rest, waiting for Ji Dengtu's healing medicine to take full effect.
When Zu'an woke up the next day, he found that after a night of rest, although he was still a little weak, his injuries had healed by more than half. However, he was not satisfied. It seemed that Ji Dengtu's medicine was far inferior to the red bottle of Xin Chun Ge that he had won in the lottery.
If the rest of the city heard what he said, some might come and kill him with knives. The Hundred Flowers Impermanence Pill, a miraculous healing medicine that so many people crave, was regarded as trash by him. This was intolerable.
At this moment, Zuan remembered something else. He had been too busy yesterday and forgot to draw the lottery. He summoned the keyboard and calculated that he had 69 anger points left after the lottery. He also earned some anger points from the Chu couple and Pei Mianman yesterday, bringing his total to 3273 points.
He couldn't help but frown. He had held back yesterday; otherwise, he would have earned far more anger points from Pei Mianman than he had. However, he also knew that no man could bear to destroy such a beautiful and charming woman.
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