Learn from the wind

Sou Long left Zeal to do his thing as he went to the verandah to sit. He had no intention of assisting Zeal; he would let him suffer and make many mistakes before he could realize himself. But of course, Sou Long would supervise him to ensure the child didn't permanently deviate and cause himself irreversible damage. Sou Long sat crossed legs; he closed his eyes and drowned himself in his thought.

On the other hand, Zeal began his life and death journey; he aimlessly walked in the enormous surrounding that was uniquely beautiful and even had an unusually decent scent that seemed to be produced by some of the trees in the surrounding. One thing that set the environment aside was the myriad trees that Sou Long cultivated in the background. Honestly, his utmost mindset might not necessarily be to assist Zeal; all the danger Zeal faced was the trees. The trees provide the environment with a refreshing atmosphere and unusual energy. Of course, these energies were not allowed to move out of the estate; Sou Long covered the place with illusion. In fact, people might not necessarily be able to find this place because it had illusion formation.

Here in the Jankao universe, there are few people practicing formation art. They didn't even know the origin and had a limited record. Of course, there are sets of high personnel who could establish some low-level formation in various academies, typically for avoiding destruction during a fight. Apart from that, there was nothing else. Another thing: the universe of Jankao did not have much love for weapons and tool creation. That's because people usually use their elemental power—they solidify them as their tools. Ironically, It was much more convenient that way. But the other strange thing was pill-making masters. They were few but not necessarily respected or extraordinary. Very few dabble into pill making, but the pills they made were nothing incredible. What allowed people to develop and advance their martial arts were natural treasures. However, it looked as though even without those natural treasures, the people of Jankao had the leverage to develop, albeit small. It was because of the natural aura transmitting the whole universe. Realistically, the almighty creator provided all powers. So people mostly use Pills to cure injuries, cure poison, and regain lost energy. Why then would anyone consider pill-making an extraordinary art? It was not as though they could help people of Jankoa cross the gradient of half immortal, which stuck most of them. In fact, every good thing has its disadvantages. While the Qi in the Jankao was extraordinary in that almost every person had Qi in their body and could practice even when they did not know how to; however, no one could cross outside half immortal. In fact, entering the immortal stage had nothing to do with Qi. Even though Qi was among the things needed, it was certainly not the most important thing.

For hours that Zeal was let loose, he had bumped into many trees, and his body continuously cried in pain. Zeal cussed in his mind. 'is this not torture?' he complained. Sou Long sat indifferently with his eyes closed. He didn't intend to become Zeal's nanny. After hours of strenuous brutality in the form of training, Zeal decided to retire for the day. However, his recent problem became the right direction. He tried all he could, but they were to no avail. After so many trials and errors, heaven finally pitied him. And out of some stroke of luck, Zeal discovered the corridor leading to his entrance. He slowly used his arm as a guide. Zeal entered the sitting room. How would he know that the first thing that attacked him would be the center table, and that was after he entered the living room using the first sofa he felt as a guide. The pain shook Zeal's world. He didn't imagine he would benevolently receive that amount of pain in his entire life. He immediately let out a childish cry for a while and cursed several times.

"How am I going to overcome this torture!" Zeal complained using his childish voice.

"Brat, there are hot buns and a hot soup on the center table. Eat while they are hot; eat your fill." However, after Zeal shouted with resentment, he heard the majestic voice of Sou Long.

Zeal froze.

'Wasn't this deliberately killing me?' Zeal was so irritated.

Whether Sou Long did this trick deliberately or accidentally, he succeeded in roasting Zeal into a duck—he was so unrecognizably angry because he had already passed that central table, and to return was to start all over again. He grumpily turned back and used his outstretched arm to locate the table. This action also wasted more of his time. If not that Zeal truly hungered, he would have given up on that food. Sou Long was shameless; he looked down on him too much. That was his thought.

Zeal Began his journey of suffering—he had to find the hot buns with all his might, or he might go hungry tonight. After all, Sou Long wasn't going to hand feed him. Honestly, that Old Man didn't care whether Zeal existed—he wasn't going to be his nanny. So while searching for the buns, Zeal unintentionally knocked off one of the buns from the plate. As he noticed he fell something, Zeal quickly but cautiously began to use his arms to feel the laminated floor. It was smooth, showing the imprint of Zeal's hand. In any case, Zeal searched for half a while but found it impossible to locate the buns. He gave up and began to eat the remaining two buns on the table while he drank his soup with gusto. There was nothing he could do! Why would he sacrifice the hot soup and the other two buns merely for a fallen bun? He could afford to forfeit that one.

After eating, Zeal walked to an unknown room, joyfully thinking it was his room. In fact, the place he entered was a kitchen. He lay on a slightly elevated platform, thinking it was his bed despite realizing how rough it appeared. Of course, Karl Zeal was merely too tired to make another useless trip. Who knew if he might sleep outside instead. Sou Long wouldn't even bother to take care of him. The kitchen where Zeal decided to give up his ghost was nothing extraordinary. It was like every other kitchen without any uniqueness. If there must be one, then it was the quality of the kitchen accessories and the fact that it was too neat.

Three days later!

Outside the open courtyard, Zeal walked around the surrounding. He still used his arms to guide his way. It was noteworthy that Zeal was more refreshed than he was three days ago, especially that unique evening that he retired—he looked like someone picked from the dump. Of course, today was different—not only was his demeanor more graceful, but his aura also had a sense of direction—it had entered the minuscule level.

"Brat, try to feel the direction of the wind. That's because the wind always has direction! Try to feel them. Also, each breeze has a different sensation. Become one with your environment because they were always generous in giving out rich details. Pay attention!"

Sou Long saw the pitiful Zeal and decided to throw some advice to him. Whether he would utilize them or not wasn't what he wanted to consider. Of course, the Brat wouldn't be so oblivious to think his advice was ordinary.

"Mhm!" Zeal hummed in affirmation.

"Take a cultivation position; feel details the surrounding is giving you. You should always determine the position where your body is at all time, whether north or south."

Sou Long decided to add another decent piece of advice. He believed that Zeal was not a fool; he didn't have to spell out everything for him. In fact, Sou Long understood the child was sharp enough to deduce the real things. So he didn't need to say much.

At this moment, Zeal sat down with his legs crossed as instructed. He could finally rest from his rash gait: he had moved around without a considerable result. At this moment, he drew in a breath and exhaled. He repeated the same thing for a while to calm down. At this juncture, he clearly began to feel his surrounding: starting from the crawling insects, the swaying leaves on the enormous trees, and the water droplets from various leaves. He began to perceive them. The soft wind caressed his robe gently. He began to pay attention to them; even his hair swayed gently at the gentle wave of the breeze. He totally submerged himself into the surrounding, completely warding off all distractions and noise.

After sitting with crossed legs for almost twenty hours, his senses had become keen, and has adjusted to the blindfold. Generally, Zeal had begun to adjust to his current situation. This result made him break out a sincere smile—the corner of his lip raised slightly in a smirk. It looked like he would enjoy this process. That's how it is: all exceptional geniuses taste for challenge. Although most of the time, they complain like Zeal. But once they start enjoying it, they relax and demand more.

However, sitting in a small but open courtyard, Sou Long drank his tea indifferently. To him, there was no difference if Zeal caught the trick a day or a year. Of course, the sooner, the better. He was here to develop the kid's latent potential, and they would part to meet again.

Karl Zeal strode as much as his tiny legs could carry him. This time he didn't struggle as much as the previous times. As he got to the place Sou Long sat, he bowed with his hands cupped and saluted.

Master Sou, I will go in first."

"You do that and come out for your next instruction."