Fang Bai said, "You have a Wind Spirit Root, which is somewhat beyond my expectations. There aren’t many people who possess this kind of Spiritual Root."
Ye Wumei asked, "So is this kind of Spiritual Root good, or bad?"
Fang Bai said, "There’s no such thing as good or bad when it comes to Spiritual Roots, because the cultivation technique corresponding to each Spiritual Root, once cultivated to its ultimate potential, can unleash immense power. For instance, if you cultivate the Wind System Technique to a high realm, a single punch from you will generate a gale that can sweep away and destroy everything."
Ye Wumei’s mouth once again fell open in amazement. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to punch out a hurricane.
"Once we’re on land and you see your parents, if they agree to let you train in the Martial Dao with me, I’ll teach you the Wind System Technique. If they’re unwilling..."
"No need to ask them, I can decide for myself!"
Ye Wumei couldn’t wait to interrupt before Fang Bai finished speaking, "Fang Bai, I want to start learning with you right now. Teach me, will you?"
For Ye Wumei, both singing and martial arts were her passions. It was only later, when her father deemed she wasn’t cut out for training in martial arts, that he abandoned her instruction in this area. This shift caused her to devote all her energy to singing.
The kidnapping incident had made Ye Wumei realize the importance of having strong martial arts skills, and Fang Bai’s words also filled her with endless hope and aspirations.
"Alright, I’ll now teach you the Wind System Technique ’Wind Art.’ Listen closely..."
Fang Bai’s hands kept moving, continuing to paddle with the simple "oars," while he began to recite the ’Wind Art’ for Ye Wumei to hear.
For ordinary people, ’Wind Art’ was mysterious and profound, difficult to comprehend, and even harder to memorize. Understanding, integrating, and mastering it seemed nearly impossible.
But Ye Wumei, being one with a Spiritual Root, was a natural cultivator. To her, hearing the ’Wind Art’ was like listening to a divine and enchanting melody, and she became instantly intoxicated and obsessed with it.
As Fang Bai recited the ’Wind Art’ for the first time, Ye Wumei felt as if a skylight had been opened in her mind, bringing clarity where there had once been murky confusion from her previous ancient martial training. At that moment, everything became clear and lucid.
During the second recitation, Ye Wumei managed to memorize most of the ’Wind Art.’
By the third time, she had firmly imprinted the ’Wind Art’ in her memory.
When Fang Bai asked her to repeat it, she recited it flawlessly, her face lit up with unbounded joy as if she had found a priceless treasure.
After reciting the ’Wind Art’ once, Ye Wumei’s understanding of the technique deepened, and she felt an almost enlightened sensation.
This was followed by the realization that her strength seemed to have suddenly doubled.
"Congratulations, superstar,"
Fang Bai watched Ye Wumei, who was immersed in her transformation, with a beaming smile and said, "Your cultivation level has leaped from the Yellow Level beginner stage straight to the Yellow Level intermediate stage. This is the benefit of training in the Martial Arts with me."
Fang Bai said this also to reinforce Ye Wumei’s aspiration for martial arts, to keep her determined in case her parents might persuade her to change her mind after meeting them.
In this world, individuals like Fang Yun, Su Linglong, Baili Mingyue, and Ghost Hand who possessed such Spiritual Roots were very rare. So whenever Fang Bai found one, as long as their nature was good, he was determined to persuade them to train under him and teach them cultivation techniques.
That way, in the long years of cultivation to come, Fang Bai would have like-minded companions, so he wouldn’t feel lonely and isolated.
"Did I really advance just like that?"
Ye Wumei heard Fang Bai’s words and felt her own strength surge in an instant, her excitement knew no bounds.
"Dad said I wasn’t cut out for martial arts, and for many years he wouldn’t teach me any. This time when I see him, I must show off a little, letting him know his daughter is not just good at singing, but also a genius in the Martial Dao!"
Ye Wumei was animated with joy, thinking to herself with gleeful anticipation.
Ye Wumei made up her mind that even if her father agreed to teach her martial arts, she wouldn’t learn from him. She’d rather follow Fang Bai, her readily available master, to a brighter future.
And so, in this world, Fang Bai gained another loyal follower.
After learning the "Wind Art," Ye Wumei became fully immersed in her Martial Dao world, seated cross-legged on the small raft, focusing intently on her cultivation.
By noon, the weather had changed dramatically, with wind and rain combining in a fierce tempest that nearly capsized the small bamboo raft.
Yet even in such peril, Ye Wumei appeared unaffected, remaining deeply absorbed in her cultivation state.
Seeing Ye Wumei reach a realm where neither wind nor thunder could disturb her, Fang Bai felt deeply gratified, thinking that martial artists with both Wind and Thunder Spiritual Roots indeed seemed more exceptional than those with the Five Elements Spiritual Root.
Fang Bai had set Ye Wumei on the path of Martial Dao, and as long as she maintained a resolute heart in the Martial Dao and continued to cultivate diligently, her future accomplishments would be boundless.
As dusk fell and the storm subsided, just as Fang Bai worried they might have to spend the night on the small raft, he spotted, far ahead on the sea’s horizon, a fishing boat flying the flag of Huaxia Country.
Fang Bai was overjoyed and woke up the still-cultivating Ye Wumei, pointing towards the direction of the fishing boat.
Seeing the fishing boat, Ye Wumei was so excited she nearly jumped for joy.
Fang Bai paddled furiously, moving the small raft swiftly towards the fishing boat, while Ye Wumei waved her arms high, signaling continuously.
Soon, the fishermen aboard the boat noticed the small raft and stopped their vessel. When the raft drew near, someone on the deck threw down a rope ladder, gesturing for Fang Bai and Ye Wumei to climb aboard using it.
For Fang Bai and Ye Wumei, the rope ladder was unnecessary. After the Lightning Marten jumped onto his shoulder, Fang Bai wrapped one arm around Ye Wumei’s waist and, with a light tap of his toes on the raft, the two of them and the marten soared into the air and landed steadily on the deck of the fishing boat.
The fisherman was startled and plopped down onto the deck.
A man, a woman, and a marten thus appeared on the fishing boat.
After two days and nights adrift at sea, Fang Bai and Ye Wumei looked disheveled and their clothes were in disarray, appearing rather bedraggled, but once on the fishing boat, they finally got the chance to tidy up.
When the two reemerged on deck after fixing their clothes and hair in the cabin, the fishermen all felt a sense of being dazzled.
The pair, similar in age, with the man handsome and the woman beautiful, stood side by side like a golden boy and jade girl, each complementing the other.
Especially Ye Wumei, even though she was wearing Fang Bai’s oversized clothing which hid her impressive figure, her stunning beauty and ethereal charm were still enough to leave the fishermen in awe.
Perhaps it was because these fishermen often spent time out at sea fishing and had no time to follow entertainment programs, so none of them recognized Ye Wumei.
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