Chapter 112: Wind Control Ability

Chapter 112: Wind Control Ability

On the sea, Chen Shouyi ate voraciously while letting the canoe drift aimlessly. Shell Woman crouched at the edge of the boat, staring unblinkingly as the Giant tore large chunks of brownish-yellow giant bird from his grasp and swallowed them whole with his gaping maw. Her tiny face alternated between awe and shock.

Chen Shouyi felt somewhat self-conscious under Shell Woman’s intense gaze and expressive reactions. "Want some?" he offered.

Shell Woman immediately shook her head in disgust and declared loudly, "I would never eat such a thing!"

Her tastes had always been light—aside from honey, she hardly ate anything else. It was a mystery how such an unhealthy diet hadn’t left her malnourished.

Chen Shouyi stopped paying her any mind, chewing through the last of the duck neck, bones and all, before pulling another from the plastic bag and taking a hearty bite.

"Giant, today I helped you discover an evil giant. When will you give me my large gem?" Shell Woman suddenly asked.

"That’ll have to wait until we get back," Chen Shouyi replied.

"Just one?" Her eyes darted shrewdly, brimming with hope.

"Yes, one. When did I ever say two?" Chen Shouyi gave her a puzzled look.

"Oh!" Shell Woman responded with a hint of disappointment, but the thought of soon receiving a large gem quickly reignited her excitement. She fluttered onto Chen Shouyi’s shoulder.

"Giant, when are we going to kill more of those evil giants?"

Chen Shouyi, mid-bite, nearly choked on his food. He shot the tiny creature a glance, instantly seeing through her scheme.

Truly, she remembered the reward but not the danger—greed outweighed fear. Wasn’t she the one who’d been screaming to go home earlier?

Chewing, he mumbled, "Next time."

"Will there be a reward?"

"Yes."

"Another large gem?"

...

Chen Shouyi ate at an astonishing speed. In less than ten minutes, he had devoured most of the supplies he’d brought. Rubbing his distended belly, he exhaled in satisfaction—finally full.

Grabbing the oar, he began rowing while testing his wind control ability. The headwind gently parted around him, curving in arcs to either side before swirling back to accelerate behind him.

Now that his Innate Ability, Atmospheric Control, had reached the primary level, manipulating such a light breeze of three or four on the Beaufort scale was effortless.

Yet compared to that colossal tree, his range of control was pitifully small—barely over a meter in radius, not even enough to fully cover the canoe. It was far from enough to neutralize the headwind’s impact entirely.

At best, it was better than nothing.

At one point, he experimented with the maximum wind force he could muster, only to find it capped at around five or six on the scale.

What a feeble ability.

Recalling the divine colossal tree’s earlier display, Chen Shouyi suddenly realized that even if he absorbed all of its insights into wind, it might not amount to much.

Using it for direct combat was probably out of the question.

Perhaps the only offensive capability was to stir up a cloud of dust, blinding the enemy and obstructing their vision. If paired with substances like chili powder or quicklime, the effect would likely be even better.

Of course, if this ability could be used on Earth, one could also blow up the skirts of unsuspecting women, causing them to panic and suffer psychological damage!

However, for Chen Shouyi at this stage, the greatest utility of this ability lay in its auxiliary functions.

This wind control ability could significantly mitigate the negative impact of wind resistance on him. In the Otherworld, whether running or attacking, as long as he remained focused, wind resistance had almost no effect on him, allowing him to perfectly utilize his speed.

……

By the time he returned to Earth, it was already 8 a.m. the next day.

"Hey, handsome, you're back!" The hotel receptionist's eyes lit up as she saw Chen Shouyi dragging his suitcase, greeting him with a smile.

At the same time, she couldn't help but marvel inwardly—truly, the rich could afford to be capricious, booking a room only to not stay in it.

"Morning!" Chen Shouyi responded with a smile to the pretty receptionist before heading back to his room.

In the bathroom, he washed away the dust and the scent of blood clinging to him, changing into a fresh set of clothes.

Before leaving the bathroom, he took a glance at himself in the mirror.

With the improvement in his Constitution, his skin had become even more refined, exuding a healthy, lustrous glow. His facial features also seemed to have undergone subtle adjustments, appearing more harmonious.

"Feeling even more handsome now!"

The thought flashed through his mind.

At that moment, Chen Shouyi had an idea. He retrieved the sword case from his room and drew the blade.

Then, he lightly dragged the edge against his arm in a test. The Martial Artist's sword, coated with a nano-coated hardened film, was incredibly sharp—capable of splitting a hair with a mere touch.

An ordinary steel bar could be cleanly severed with minimal effort, leaving the blade itself unscathed. If an ordinary person so much as grazed the edge, their finger would be cut, let alone a deliberate slash.

Yet, he found that aside from a faint itch, his skin remained completely unharmed.

His eyes brightened, and he applied a bit more force.

The skin on his arm began to depress slightly. He gave another light drag and examined it closely, finding that this time, it had indeed breached his Defense—leaving behind an almost imperceptible scratch, barely breaking the surface without even drawing blood.

He didn’t test further. Any more force would likely make him bleed.

Chen Shouyi sheathed the sword again, feeling quite satisfied.

This skin was probably several times tougher than old cowhide.

Though in combat, such defensive strength would still meet the same fate if struck by a Martial Artist of the first rank, at the very least, pistol bullets likely couldn’t prove fatal to him anymore.

……

On the island in the Otherworld.

For several days in a row, Chen Shouyi didn’t return to Hedong, spending most of his time training on the island to adapt to his newly enhanced Strength.

Holding the longsword, Chen Shouyi repeatedly thrust at a small tree.

"Shh—shh—shh!"

The blade pierced through the air with faint, barely audible whispers.

With each thrust, a cone-shaped, faintly green Qi energy shot out, flying a meter or two before striking the tree trunk and leaving behind small indentations about two to three centimeters deep.

Unlike the sword light on Earth—which was only three centimeters long, invisible, and confined to the blade—this Qi energy carried a hint of green and could attack independently.

In fact, this phenomenon wasn’t the first time it had appeared.

As early as a month ago, the same phenomenon had unintentionally occurred on this very island. However, that time, the color was faint and fleeting, so Chen Shouyi didn’t pay much attention to it. Shortly after, the Cult's blood sacrifice ritual incident forced him to leave Dongning City.

Later, he deliberately began practicing repeatedly and eventually discovered the sword light, mistakenly believing it to be the same phenomenon.

But this was clearly not the case.

It was an extremely concentrated high-speed airflow, originating from his Atmospheric Control ability.

At the start of his training, out of every ten sword thrusts, only two or three could produce this azure Qi energy. However, whether due to persistent practice or daily insights into the wind world within the golden fruit, his mastery over wind manipulation steadily improved. Now, he could successfully execute it eight or nine times out of ten.

Its power was no weaker than true sword light, and it could even attack independently of the sword. Within a range of two to three meters, it possessed formidable lethality, capable of piercing through the bodies of ordinary barbarians—truly astonishing.

Unfortunately, it had a drawback. Chen Shouyi discovered that only the Lunge Thrust stance could deliver such destructive force. No matter what other sword techniques he used, the result was merely a colorless, slightly sharp gust of wind—enough to cut the skin but insufficient to kill a barbarian.

Chen Shouyi speculated that this was likely related to the speed of the sword thrust.

The Lunge Thrust was the fastest among all sword techniques, mobilizing the most Strength from the body. A single thrust was like a bullet leaving the barrel—so swift that even "lightning-fast" fell short of describing it.

Even on this island with threefold gravity, his current sword thrusts had already completely broken the sound barrier. But when switching to other techniques, his speed likely didn’t even reach a third of that.