Chapter 106: Summoning Wind and Rain, A Small Shift in Illusion

  In Chaoyang Town, Ning Feng's residence.

  "What... what's going on?"

  Ning Feng stood at the entrance of the alley, but didn't dare to go in.

  The alley in front of him stretched all the way to his own doorstep, littered with broken cups and plates, and many overturned tables and chairs. Although the wine and dishes had been cleaned up, the smell of meat and wine still lingered in the air, strong enough to be detected from several miles away.

  Ning Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva and instinctively began to suspect that the scene before him was connected to his unreliable old father.

  At his feet, several wild dogs that had rushed over from who-knows-where were circling around restlessly, sniffing out food they couldn't eat, and it was unbearable for them.

  "What evil deeds!"

  Ning Feng let out a sigh and kicked away the wild dog that was about to pounce on him, then walked forward and knocked on his own door.

  The door creaked open.

  "Hello, Aunt Wu."

  Ning Feng took a glance at the person who opened the door and greeted them politely.

  The one who opened the door was his stepmother, the aunt of his fellow disciple Wushan, and the second wife of his father Ning Zuoren.

  No need to ask, Ning Feng got the first place in this generation, and it was passed back, in other words, Wu Xiaoyu becoming Ning Caichen's wife is a done deal, no more surprises.

  At this critical moment, Wu Xiaoyu suddenly became shy and looked down, not daring to look at him. The word "Feng" circled around her mouth dozens of times, but she couldn't spit it out.

  Ning Feng also seemed a bit unnatural. This young woman who looked like she was only in her twenties, how did she become his stepmother?

  "Cough cough"

  He coughed a few times and changed the subject: "Aunt Wu, where is my father?"

  While speaking, Ning Feng took advantage of Wu Xiao Yu's yielding space and entered the courtyard.

  The door closed again. At least it was isolated from the outside smell of wine and meat. Ning Feng suddenly felt that he could breathe freely again.

  "He is in the inner room..."

  Wu Xiaoyu wanted to speak but hesitated, while Ning Feng couldn't care less and went straight into the inner room.

  As soon as he opened the door, he was smoked into a somersault.

  It's as clear as day that it's been thoroughly cleaned, but the room still reeks of a mixture of alcohol and vomit.

  Not far in front of Ning Feng, Ning Cai Chen was half lying on the bed and half crawling on the ground, dry vomiting non-stop.

  A clean wooden basin was placed in front of Ning Cai Chen. The vomit inside had been cleaned up long ago, and it was clear that Wu Xiao Yu was still taking good care of him.

  Ning Feng slapped his forehead and turned around to ask Wu Xiaoyu, who looked embarrassed: "Aunt Wu, what's wrong with my father?"

  Before Wu Xiaoyu could even open her mouth, Ning Caichen's upper body was propped up against the ground, and with great effort, he lifted his head, looking around for half a day before smiling: "My child, you're back."

  "Heh heh, Chief. Chief."

  "Hurray!"

  "Full up, full up! Hurry up and drink!"

  “……”

  Ning Caichen was waving his hands and feet, as if he was still at the banquet, clinking cups with others, drinking merrily.

  He rolled over on the bed halfway through, his whole body facing down, his butt raised up, and he didn't move anymore.

  The next moment, a thunder-like snore sounded, sleeping without knowing how sweet it was.

  "Ah~"

  Ning Feng sighed and looked at Wu Xiao Yu taking care of his father in an orderly manner, her hand directly on his forehead, and he knew what had happened.

  It seems that the news of his becoming the champion had spread back, Ning Caichen was too happy, and he set up a banquet at the door, eating and drinking to celebrate with everyone, and then got drunk like this.

  "It must be admitted that once he gets interested, Lao Ye's hands are still quite big."

  Ning Feng smiled wryly and said to Wu Xiao Yu.

  Looking at the situation outside, it's definitely not something that can be resolved with a few days of flowery speeches. Ning Caichen is probably going to have to soak in the wine vat for a while and invite people over to eat for several days in a row.

  Wu Xiaoyu nodded in deep agreement.

  Ning Caichen slept soundly, his snores were so loud that they almost shook the tiles off the roof. For a while, no one else could sleep, and he didn't need anyone to take care of him either. The two of them left the room together.

  Sitting in front of the stone table in the courtyard, Ning Feng took a sip of the tea made by Wu Xiao Yu and said: "Aunt Wu, I've already asked my senior brother to deliver the Po Shang Dan to the Wu family, so there shouldn't be any problems now."

  "Hmm"

  Wu Xiaoyu nodded and said in a low voice: "My elder brother at home has sent someone over with a message."

  "Huh?"

  The wind is a bit strange, and Wu Xiaoyu looks like she's not very happy.

  He looked at her carefully and found that Wu Xiaoyu's eyes were slightly red as if she had cried, and her expression was also slightly dim.

  Ning Feng furrowed his brow and said, "Wu Yi, has someone from the Wu family been giving you trouble again?"

  Unconsciously, his tone became several degrees more severe, with a sharp glint in his eyes, completely unlike his usual gentle and calm demeanor.

  As he gradually adapted to becoming a cultivator, Ning Feng's temperament had been undergoing subtle changes without him even realizing it.

  Time shifted forward a few months, no matter what he couldn't make such an arrogant gesture.

  "No, it's not."

  Wu Xiaoyu was clearly startled, hastily denying it, and finally lowered her head and said: "At home, they said that recently they will make every effort to prepare for Wu Shanniang's nephew. They say that he will participate in a task later, which is extremely dangerous, and there is no time to hold a wedding ceremony, so let's discuss it later."

  "Hmm..."

  Ning Feng blinked his eyes and his anger dissipated.

  What the Wu family said was nothing more than the Battle of Wanmo Cave. Wu Shan's body carried the hopes of several generations of the Wu family, so they naturally wanted to prepare him thoroughly, both wanting him to shine in this great event and fearing that he would have an accident.

  As for the wedding, it's a trivial matter for the Wu family. At this critical juncture, of course, they would give way to Wushan.

  It's just a small rain for Yu Xiao, but for a woman, it's bigger than the sky. She quietly wipes away tears and is somewhat melancholy, which can't be helped.

  "Auntie Wu, don't worry. Once this matter is settled, no matter what the Wu family plans to do, Ning Feng won't let them get away with it."

  To be honest, Ning Feng himself wasn't too concerned about formalities, and could only comfort himself this way.

  It's been half a day, and Ning Caichen is still snoring loudly in the house, almost shaking off the roof. Ning Feng glanced at the sky and felt that it wasn't right. He simply got up and bid farewell.

  Left Chaoyang Town and headed to Tiandu Mountain. Went straight up to Jingxiang Pavilion, where Ning Feng stayed for a day and night before walking out with a tired face.

  Later on, he plunged into the Water Clouds, and for ten days or half a month, his shadow did not appear.

  During this time, the news that Ning Feng had become the leader of this generation spread to every corner of the Temple of the Sun God. Within a radius of hundreds of miles, all the subordinate forces of the temple, as well as scattered cultivators and merchant groups, passed on the news to even more distant places.

  During this period, the Temple of the Sun God is going to take action against the Ten Thousand Demon Caves. Moreover, the senior members of each vein will set out first, and the news that they will suppress the old demons of the Southern Magic Sect has also spread. All those who have a share in participating are sharpening their swords before the battle, seeking not to be defeated but to shine.

  Time just keeps moving forward non-stop.

  Half a month. Outside the misty clouds, gentle breeze bathes in the sunlight approaching dusk in the afternoon.

  His two legs naturally straddle. His hands are either clasped in the dantian, or pinched in front of his chest, or pointing forward, and he murmurs to himself:

  "Whooo-hooo!"

  "Hoo hoo hoo hoo~~"

  The wind suddenly rises, stirring up the flowers in the garden, with a thousand charming postures, like unraveling a silk shirt, shedding residual red petals.

  The wind stopped suddenly, and Ning Feng nodded in satisfaction.

  "Come again!"

  He took a deep breath, changed the seal on his hand, and softly shouted: "Summon... Rain!"

  "Whoosh"

  A fine rain sound started, just above the place where Ning Feng was located, within a radius of less than one zhang, a dark cloud gathered and sprinkled fine rain.

  The whole process lasted for several breaths, Ning Feng did not dodge or evade, a look of enjoyment on his face, letting the fine rain wet his hair.

  It will just last for a while before it loses its strength and disperses, returning to clear skies. The spell is only enough to get your hair wet.

  Ning Feng didn't show any dissatisfaction at all and nodded with a smile on his face.

  "Come on! Let's go!"

  "Get out of here!"

  A loud crack of thunder, a thin purple lightning bolt appeared out of nowhere and struck a small flower just one or two steps away from Ning Feng.

  In an instant, the delicate flower petals withered, the branches broke, and the buds looked as if they had suffered a great blow.

  Ning Feng saw this scene and didn't think that the power of "Inviting Thunder" was too small, just electrifying a few strands of hair or something. He hastily stepped forward and stood in front of the flower.

  He stretched out his hand and hovered above the withered flower, less than a foot high, closed his eyes, and murmured:

  "Dew at dawn, fleeting as a morning flower; a foot away, yet a thousand miles apart. They say the Yellow River has ten bends, but in the end it flows eastward."

  "Eight thousand years of jade-like old age, one night withered and glorious, asking the vast heaven what is the necessity of this life?"

  In a soft voice, Ning Feng released a strange light from his palm, enveloping the withered flower.

  The next moment, the broken flower stem rises again, standing proudly; The withered flowers bloom again, and each petal is tender and pleasing to the eye.

  Time seemed to reverse in this moment, and everything turned back to before it happened.

  If this scene were to fall into the eyes of ordinary people, they would probably immediately shout "divine being". If it were paired with Ning Feng's poetry, it would be possible to build a temple, hang a plaque, and worship every day with incense burning in profusion.

  To be honest, Ning Feng closed his eyes and didn't open them yet, he was still fantasizing about that scene.

  But then, someone who didn't know any better spoke up with a voice full of ridicule:

  "A minor yellow wind technique is called Summoning Wind, a minor sweet rain technique is called Summoning Rain, and a minor lightning flash technique is actually called Summoning Lightning!"

  "Moreover, the poem is indeed a good one, but Ning Feng, you're too shameless to use a small trick like that to fake the revival of withered wood, aren't you?"

  With this sound, a figure stepped on the ferry and entered Ning Feng's suddenly opened eyes.

  Those weren't kind words, but Ning Feng didn't show any sign of anger. Instead, he exclaimed in surprise: "Xi Wei, how did you get here?"

  The newcomer was none other than Chen Xiwei.

  Ning Feng called out as he stepped forward.

  As soon as his palm left the flower, the scene below immediately returned to its original state, still a withered and broken flower branch, without any change.

  If someone with a keen eye observes carefully, they will find that the appearance of the newly revived flower is exactly the same as another nearby flower just a few feet away.

  Transferring other scenes, transplanting illusions, deceiving the senses, is exactly what Ning Feng has just performed with his minor transfer illusion technique.

  "How would I know if our generation's leader is actually a master of deception?"

  Chen Ximicro mentioned the word "CEO" and immediately thought of that day when they kissed in front of a large crowd, her face suddenly turned bad, and what she said was not very pleasant either.

  "Ning Feng, you're really wasting your talent if you don't become a divine cultivator."