"Heh, Taiji, the two instruments, the four signs, and the eight trigrams—even I, an outsider, have a slight understanding of them. If it's the Eight Trigrams Formation..." Feng Yi muttered to himself, wanting to say that the Eight Trigrams Formation couldn't baffle him, given that as a high commander, he had been exposed to and had studied it.

Yet, in the few minutes he had been walking, Feng Yi had not stepped out of the Immortal Trace Realm. The faint sound of a flute intermittently lingered around his ears. Despite the constantly changing scenery, Feng Yi roughly guessed that this was not the Eight Trigrams Formation but another formation, possibly one using the Illusion Technique as a medium—a combination that was quite clever.

At that moment, a rustling sound suddenly came from the distant grass. It was daytime, but the Immortal Trace Realm was shrouded in faint glowing lights, marvelously beautiful. Using the moonlight, Feng Yi could vaguely see a jade rabbit sprinting into the bushes.

Interesting," he thought, and leapt forward to catch it. But when he reached out, he ended up pulling on the ear of a young, beautiful woman.

"Ouch, ouch, that hurts, who is attacking me?"

"Are you a rabbit?"

"Do you see any rabbits around here? And who are you?"

"Ah, I am..."

Just as Feng Yi was about to introduce himself, the woman seemed to recognize who he was and exclaimed in surprise, "Are you General Feng Yi?"

"Heh heh, yes, it's me, but I clearly saw a jade rabbit just a moment ago. I don't know how I grabbed the lady instead—please forgive me…"

"Heehee, it's okay! Outsiders don't know; I was just practicing the art of transformation. This is the Water Element of the Five Elements Technique, a method of transformation that only inner disciples are qualified to learn. It's normal for passersby not to understand the truth. However..."

"Oh? However what?"

"However, the Immortal Trace Realm is one of the eight forbidden areas of the Jade Clear Sect. Even inner disciples can't enter. How did you get to the core of the formation?"

"Well, it was a bit of a fluke," explained Feng Yi, and then asked, "Since the Immortal Trace Realm is a forbidden area of your sect, why isn't it guarded?"

"You may not know, General, but as they say, the mystical arts of the Jade Clear Sect are vast and unpredictable. 'Once you enter the Immortal Trace, there's no return.' Heaven has its eight gates, and Earth its eight directions. The Immortal Trace Realm corresponds to the Five Elements Great Formation of the 28 constellations, constantly shifting. Ordinary people trapped inside can hardly get out, and even if someone blunders into the core by accident, they can't find the exit. There's no need for guards."

"I see..." From this, it wasn't hard to deduce that this woman was no ordinary person, at least possessing a status higher than that of an inner disciple. "May I ask who you are?"

"My mother is the head of North Mysterious Hall, Misty Fog. You can call me Little Rabbit."

"Little Rabbit... What a cute name."

"Heehee." Hearing someone praise her as cute, Misty Fog immediately stuck out her tongue in a cute manner and said, "I guess the flute sound drew you here, didn't it?"

"Indeed, I did hear a beautiful flute melody. I wonder who played it."

"It must be the young protector, of course. The young protector is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Although many in our sect are skilled in music, none can play with the ethereal atmosphere of our protector. I presumed you might not know which one I was referring to," Misty Fog hinted playfully with a wink recognizable by men and women, adding, "Of course, it's General Feng's young protector."

Hey, hey, how did this girl start flirting out of nowhere? Although there was no evidence, Feng Yi felt she was quite seasoned in such matters.

From his experiences, everyone in the Jade Clear Sect, from the protectors down to the disciples, seemed to carry an aloof aura—always giving off a 'keep away' vibe. But this Misty Fog felt surprisingly approachable.

Or was it because of his unclear relationship with Mengdie? Well, never mind. As he was about to thank her, Misty Fog spoke up first: "If you want to find the young protector, head about 500 steps east from here, then south for 200 steps. When you see a bamboo forest, just walk straight through it—but a friendly reminder: you must complete the journey within ten minutes. After ten minutes, the formation will turn into Earth Evil, and escaping then will be troublesome. You'll have to wait 12 hours."

Wow! So dramatic. Just as Feng Yi was expressing his amazement, Misty Fog suddenly turned into a rabbit and ran away, "Thank you, you really are a kind-hearted person."

Feng Yi gave a wry smile and shook his head, then lightly left these words behind and moved on, to be honest, he hadn't expected it to be Mengdie. Was the girl really that incredible?

Following the directions of the leader of North Mysterious Hall, Misty Fog, after several twists and turns, Feng Yi truly saw a stretch of bamboo forest shrouded in a misty rain, weaving enchantingly like a fairyland.

The sound of the flute by his ears gradually became clearer… As time passed, Feng Yi drew ever closer, yet he inexplicably felt a different aura, or perhaps, the music played by Mengdie was not merely simple melodies. Within this beautiful tune, invisible layers of energy fields had already formed, spreading outward. The layers of energy twisted and straightened, entering with softness and swaying magnificently as they unfolded.

This... this was exactly the force of a storm, the Breath of the Wind, the technique he had passed to Mengdie…

He hadn't imagined that in just a few days, Mengdie had already quietly begun practicing, her divine talent truly undeniable. She could, through mental focus, take the force of the storm and emit it through an instrument, even Feng Yi was astonished by this.

Like their differing personalities, the Breath of the Wind used by Feng Yi was harsh and violent, full of destructive power, like thunder in a clear sky, with magnetic storms and lightning flashing around him, the best testament to Feng Yi.

But Mengdie was different, her aura leaned towards the gentle, with delicately winding curves like the serpentining paths of Mount Olympus, long-lasting momentum, and a gentle breeze that even seemed to cover up the murderous aura with its beautiful twists.

Feng Yi had no doubt that Mengdie had mastered the advanced technique of killing silently through melodies, using those soothing ripples to instantly transform into invisible blades to decapitate, even adding Illusion Technique to the melody to bewilder opponents.

Soon after, when Feng Yi walked through the bamboo forest, his gaze suddenly locked onto the space above…

Mengdie, with bent knees, was perched on the highest tree, the cold moonlight casting distinct shadows, making her seem like a fairy set apart from the world, ready to ride the wind away. Beside her, ice butterflies accompanied her, and even the birds ceased their chirping, as if listening to this heart-stirring song.

This was truly the long breath of the wind, the Immortal Trace of the purple bamboo flying with butterflies, the birds silent as the sparrows hushed, a flute melody deeply intoxicating.

For a moment, Feng Yi was so captivated that he stood transfixed, his vast experience also stunned by Mengdie's ethereal allure…

Only when the wind calmed and the flute ceased did Feng Yi gradually open his closed eyes, and faintly echo the distant melody in his ears.

He wanted to speak, then suddenly didn't know what to say, or rather, he didn't know how to approach Mengdie now, how to face this girl who had given all her gentleness to him in the last stage of his life.

After a brief hesitation, Feng Yi decided to show his most sincere side, "Hey, little sis."

Just as the flute melody had ended, Feng Yi walked quietly, a unique faint smile hanging on his face.

As he spoke, the ice butterflies swirling around her began to shatter, like an uneasy mind... But Mengdie didn't turn around, she always stayed cool, only gently turning her half-shadowed face towards him, her sorrowful gaze seemingly telling something.

"The melody is enchanting, and the player picturesque, but I wonder, does it have a name?"

With a slight movement of Mengdie's hand, three golden characters gradually formed in the air, 'Breath of the Wind'

"Nice name." Feng Yi paused for two seconds, then said with a faint smile, "I'm here today especially to say goodbye."

When Feng Yi said this, Mengdie's delicate body visibly shook, her glassy eyes seemed to mist slightly...

However, Feng Yi seemed completely unaware, though pale, his gaze still warm, his voice carrying an unprecedented sincerity, "Little sis, take care of yourself from now on. This goodbye might be forever, so, farewell."

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