Volume Three: The Tenfold Dao Intentions Chapter 77: The Dao of the Hurricane

Dragging his weary body, he returned to the courtyard house, only to find the lights on inside. His eyes narrowed sharply—had someone discovered his residence and was now waiting for him here? Every cell in his body tensed; the Starfall Blade appeared in his hand as he suddenly peered inside, only to find Su Ying and Wu Yao-yao within. Damn, what was going on? How had they come to his home, and how did they have a key?

Questions sprang up one after another, but in the end, he stepped inside. His injuries were too severe; he needed to dress his wounds as soon as possible.

It was already late into the night. Su Ying, who had asked Jin Yu about this place, had come with her best friend to wait for him. Little did they know they would end up waiting for hours, as if he had vanished without a trace—no matter how they searched, there was no sign of him.

Suddenly, a noise came from outside, and both women were startled, especially Su Ying, who was close to Qin Yang and was about to scold him. But when she saw Qin Yang covered in blood, his face deathly pale, she cried out in alarm.

"Ah!"

"Why are you yelling like that?"

"What are you two doing here?" The heavy scent of blood spread through the room; the two nearly retched.

Tears welled up in Su Ying's eyes. "What happened to you? Did you get in a fight?"

"A fight?" Qin Yang thought for a moment. "You could say that."

His back was crisscrossed with blade and sword wounds, not a single spot left unscathed. Seeing the two women standing there dumbfounded, he was speechless. "Ladies, I'm injured. Shouldn't you be helping me bandage up?"

Oh!

Oh!

The two hurried about, Wu Yao-yao even bringing out needle and thread—was she really going to stitch up his wounds herself? He felt a sudden sense of defeat—what sort of people were these, really?

Just then, someone entered from outside: a woman in a flowing gown, a smile on her face. "I've cleaned up any tails behind you. How do you plan to thank me?"

"Would offering myself in marriage suffice?"

"No."

Before Leng Qianyou could reply, the two women behind immediately objected. Leng Qianyou looked at them, both crying and laughing as they held bandages and needle and thread.

She took out a bottle of golden injury salve from her storage ring and smiled. "Use this—it's a healing elixir unique to our Heavenly Demon Sect."

Qin Yang nodded gratefully, grinning. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me. Actually, I've been here all along and watched everything. I have to say, you're even more terrifying now; I don't consider myself your match. I hear you plan to craft an Enlightenment Pill—give me one when the time comes, and I'll protect you while you recover. How about it?"

"Deal."

Given the dire situation, having such an expert at his side was indeed a blessing—especially since her identity would make many hesitate.

The Sect Master's daughter of the Heavenly Demon Sect—no doubt a name that would strike fear in others.

Leng Qianyou was slightly taken aback; she hadn't expected Qin Yang to agree so easily. Was this really the Qin Yang she knew?

Qin Yang, unbothered, let the two women start tending to his wounds.

The pain was excruciating, as if his flesh were being torn apart; cold sweat beaded on his forehead, the wounds stinging as if gnawed by a thousand ants.

Leng Qianyou watched him and whispered, laughing, "I forgot to mention—the injury salve is real, but it does hurt quite a bit when applied."

Damn it, why didn't you say so sooner? His vision went black, and he passed out on the spot.

It was a full day and night before he awoke from his stupor. Though his body still ached, the pain was much reduced. Looking at his arms, wrapped up like a rice dumpling, he couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.

Was this really necessary? He was a cultivator, after all—he'd be healed in a couple of days; there was no need for all this wrapping.

A delicious aroma wafted through the air, teasing his appetite.

Deep-fried dough sticks, steamed buns, pickled vegetables, and porridge.

It was good to have company at home.

"Ah!"

Just as he was eating heartily, a startled cry came from outside—Leng Qianyou had walked in, covering her dainty mouth, horror written all over her face.

"That was my breakfast."

"Oh, and?"

"And that bowl you're using for porridge is mine, too."

At that, he immediately realized and grinned. "Ah, I see. So, in a way, we've indirectly kissed, haven't we?"

"Get out!" Leng Qianyou's face turned crimson, a trace of shyness in her eyes as she ran out.

After breakfast, he took the teapot and sat in the pavilion.

All around, emerald greenery delighted the eye. In the corner, a few brilliant blossoms lent the air a faint, enchanting fragrance.

A gentle breeze brushed his cheek, making his hair dance. He gazed around, a hint of confusion in his eyes, before slowly sinking into contemplation.

Wind is omnipotent, encompassing all things. At times gentle, at times fierce; sometimes sharp, sometimes tender—like a mercurial maiden, ever-present in the world.

It merges with the rain, appears alongside thunder; it is everywhere.

In what had been a tranquil courtyard, a small whirlwind now began to stir.

A miniature tornado whirled, sweeping up all the scattered debris and tossing it neatly into the trash pit outside.

Everything seemed so natural, so harmonious, without the slightest hint of discord.

Watching from a distance, Leng Qianyou fell into deep thought. She had never seen anyone with such monstrous comprehension—Qin Yang was truly unmatched.

Gale Dao Intent.

At present, he had yet to merge his various Dao Intents, but once he did, their power would be greatly enhanced, forming his own unique domain.

A domain forged from multiple Dao Intents would, without a doubt, be far stronger than one of a single attribute.

His insight into the Gale Dao Intent deepened his understanding of his other Dao Intents.

Thunder Dao Intent: boundless destruction.

Slaughter Dao Intent: peerless in bloodshed.

Water Dao Intent: embracing all things.

Wind Dao Intent: perfect harmony.

If he wished, he could merge them now, breaking through in one fell swoop to the pinnacle of the Dao Initiate Realm, even reaching the initial level of the Profound Realm—this was not impossible. But Qin Yang chose not to.

He still yearned to master the Five Elements Dao Intent. With the Starfall Blade, he could directly experience it; besides, the Enlightenment Tree had shown him the evolution of the Five Elements. If he couldn't comprehend the Five Elements Dao Intent after all that, he might as well give up.

Caressing the Starfall Blade, he felt its loneliness, its yearning to bathe in blood and conquer the world, just as his master had once done, the name Starfall echoing across the heavens.

Now, only half the Starfall Blade remained. If he wished to inherit all his master's legacies, he must find the other half—and, of course, continue to grow stronger.

To fight across the world once more.

His once tranquil heart blazed anew, every cell and every inch of his skin burning with resolve.

Cough!

Just as this thought struck him, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning instantly pale.

Leng Qianyou hurried over, her face stern. "You're using power-boosting techniques before your external wounds have healed and your internal injuries have recovered. It's not suitable for you to fight right now."

"What?"

"Not suitable for fighting? Are you trying to stifle me to death?"

"And I can't just stay cooped up at home forever—what if I need to go out? What then?" He eyed Leng Qianyou, his gaze darting about.

He grinned to himself—wasn't there a ready-made expert right here? It would be a waste not to use her.