Chapter 7: Harnessing the Wind's Momentum

The elders and stewards who had been anxious for Bai Chenxiang moments before now stood with mouths agape, as if witnessing a miracle.

The elder who had first voiced doubt dropped his teacup without noticing; it shattered on the ground.

This was no mere attempt to break through the formation.

It was clearly a top-tier dancer performing a breathtaking and dazzling dance of death upon a stage crafted just for her.

Bai He watched the effortless streak of black lightning in the center of the arena—first shocked, then overjoyed, and finally, a trace of melancholy crept onto his aged face.

His pride, the Thousand-Mechanism Formation, was struggling to keep pace with his granddaughter’s growth.

As her supposed teacher, he was being left far behind by his student at a bewildering speed.

The feeling was strange.

Half blazing with pride, half tinged with the bitterness of the sea.

“That girl…” he muttered softly, but a grin stretched from ear to ear.

“A real little troublemaker!”

Yet, just as Bai Chenxiang surged forward like a storm, about to breach more than half of the Thousand-Mechanism Formation, her movement suddenly halted before an unremarkable empty space.

This clearing bore no signs of traps; Wind Whisper’s senses detected only calm.

But Bai Chenxiang’s brow furrowed tightly.

Something was off.

Too peaceful—too still, like a pool of stagnant water—and that was the greatest anomaly of all.

She didn’t rush forward but began circling the clearing rapidly, seeking flaws from different angles.

On her third lap, as her speed peaked, a sudden change erupted!

The ground beneath her was not soil but a massive rock slab, shaved thin and disguised with dirt.

The centrifugal force from her swift movement grew so strong that she unwittingly leveraged her own power to pry the enormous slab!

With a loud crack, the slab flipped up like a giant trapdoor, and Bai Chenxiang, caught at its edge, was unpreparedly hurled into the air by this sudden force!

This was a trap designed for her speed—using her own strength to defeat her!

In midair, a heaviness sank into her heart; she knew she had been fooled.

The trap’s ingenuity lay in its lack of direct lethality; the true danger was the brief, helpless moment of death as she flew through the air.

Sure enough, at the highest point of her ascent, dozens of mechanisms sprang to life from all directions.

Countless bamboo spears, blow darts, and iron nets converged into an impenetrable three-dimensional cage.

This time, there was nowhere to dodge.

Yet, amidst this desperate plight, a resolute gleam flashed in Bai Chenxiang’s eyes.

She recalled the bottleneck she had encountered before.

Her speed was sufficient, her wisdom adequate, but her body—the body of a six-year-old child—remained her greatest weakness in strength and resilience.

She could not shatter tough beast sinews with mere stones, nor deflect heavy iron nets with whirlwinds.

Now, this frailty cast her into a dire predicament.

“I’m still just a little short,” she sighed quietly.

But giving up was never an option.

As countless attacks closed in, she forcibly gathered the scant soul power within her, pouring it all into the back.

The ink-black, shadow-formed Sharp-tailed Swallow spirit suddenly appeared!

It bore no offensive or defensive soul skills—only a powerful flap of its wings.

This flap was not for flight but to convert all the power into a forward, explosive thrust!

“Hum!”

Bai Chenxiang’s body violently slid half a foot forward in midair!

That half-foot was enough to move her from the fatal center to the edge of the attack net.

“Puff! Puff! Sss!”

Several bamboo spears and blow darts still pierced her defense, stabbing deeply into her shoulders and legs, spraying blood.

The pain spread instantly, but she had avoided critical wounds.

Her body fell like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and stirring a cloud of dust.

On the high platform, Bai He’s figure had already vanished.

In the next moment, he appeared beside Bai Chenxiang, eyes reddened as they took in the shocking wounds on her body—this resolute clan chief’s eyes filled with tears.

“Xiangxiang!”

Bai Chenxiang struggled to sit up but gasped sharply in pain as she moved.

She looked at her grandfather’s face full of concern and guilt but showed no fear or retreat; instead, she gave a pale yet radiant smile.

“Grandpa, I think I’ve found the feeling.”

After speaking, her head lolled to the side, and from blood loss and exhaustion, she finally fainted.

When Bai Chenxiang opened her eyes again, the first sight was the familiar, intricately cloud-patterned beams of the room.

She did not rush to rise but lay quietly, sensing the messages from her body.

A warm sensation radiated from her left arm’s joint; the burning pain had been replaced by a pleasant numbness, and she could move it freely as if it had never been dislocated.

The wounds on her legs had scabbed over, itching slightly.

She knew this was the effect of the treasured healing ointment, Jade Grass Salve, carefully preserved by her grandfather.

Turning her head, she saw Bai He sitting by the bedside, holding a damp cloth—likely just used to wipe her face.

He was not dozing but gazing quietly out the window.

The morning light traced his lean yet resolute profile, his graying temples strikingly bright in the dawn.

The chief of the Minzhi clan looked more like an ordinary old man who had stayed up all night caring for his granddaughter.

Noticing her movement, Bai He immediately snapped back, his usually sharp hawk-like eyes now bloodshot but softened with relief.

“Awake? How do you feel?” His voice was hoarse.

“Good.”

Bai Chenxiang sat up, moved her left arm, then lifted the blanket to inspect the wounds on her legs, expression calm as if appraising a tool unrelated to herself.

“The bones are fine. Just skin wounds. They’ll heal in three days. The Jade Grass Salve works better than I imagined.”

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