An Chen gradually felt his feet leave the ground, and Zhao Qingfeng, who was beside him, experienced the same.
The two slowly moved forward, and when An Chen looked down again, they were already completely suspended above the abyss.
An Chen knew that Zhao Qingfeng was using Spiritual Qi to envelop him, helping him to “fly through the air.”
At this moment, if Zhao Qingfeng were to withdraw his Spiritual Qi, An Chen would be doomed.
Although he knew Zhao Qingfeng definitely wouldn't do that, An Chen always felt as if his fate was in someone else's hands, which made him a bit uncomfortable.
It was as if ever since that time working at the construction site, An Chen had subconsciously distrusted everyone except himself, and it remained so even now.
Even Su Xiaojiu and Ye Xinning, he hadn't fully confided in them.
“Don't be afraid.”
A person's inner thoughts and emotions can be expressed through their body, such as subtle trembling or accelerated breathing.
Zhao Qingfeng sensed this.
He thought An Chen was afraid of the height, so he comforted him.
“With me here, you won't be in danger. Even if you fall now, I can catch you.”
In his opinion, An Chen was still just a seventeen-year-old boy, and he had only just begun Cultivation a few days ago, so it was normal for him to be afraid.
Some Cultivator, when they reach the Spirit Nurturing Stage and start trying to fly through the air, still feel a bit of fear and don't dare to fly too high.
But since he was being comforted, An Chen couldn't very well not appreciate it, so he just nodded.
The two flew further and further, and soon, they were dozens of meters away from the Cliff.
“What do you feel? Besides fear, tell me anything else.”
From the bottom of his heart, An Chen truly didn't feel anything special; he was surprisingly calm now, quietly observing his surroundings.
Looking down from this angle, it was a visual experience he had never had before; in his vast memory library, there had never been such a visual perspective.
An Chen slowly closed his eyes.
“It's a bit cold.”
Since his mental state felt nothing, he would describe his physical sensations.
“Very good, and then?”
“The wind is strong.”
The position where the two of them were located was precisely a wind tunnel.
An Chen could feel the cold wind blowing across his body. At such a high altitude, he was only wearing a blue Disciple robe from the Qingfeng Sect, and in the biting cold wind, he could still feel the wind constantly sweeping past him.
“Can you see the wind?”
“See?”
An Chen was puzzled.
“How can wind be seen?”
Wind is merely formed by the flow of Qi; there are some methods to visualize wind, but An Chen only had his naked eyes at the moment, and his naked eyes couldn't achieve that.
“Can you feel the Spiritual Qi?”
Zhao Qingfeng stretched out a hand and probed the air, as if grasping something.
After starting to practice breathing and meditation, Cultivator can feel the Spiritual Qi around them, and after getting used to it, Cultivator can always sense the changes and fluctuations of the Spiritual Qi around them.
An Chen tried it.
“I can.”
Spiritual Qi, doesn't it move with the wind?
“Feel carefully.”
An Chen had just fallen into the trap of habitual thinking, which was why he hadn't thought of this.
He still hadn't completely transformed himself into a “Jiuzhou Cultivator”; deep down, he was still thinking of solving problems through science.
As long as one observes the flowing Spiritual Qi, one can easily observe the flow of “wind.” He had actually overlooked such a simple fact.
An Chen began to feel carefully, quietly perceiving the flow of the wind, capturing its direction, and then sketching the trajectory of the airflow in his mind, and then placing the content from his mind before his eyes…
These things might be difficult for ordinary people, but An Chen found it very easy.
Soon, lines appeared before his eyes, outlining the shape of the wind.
“Wind, like flowing water, rides the wind to soar high; going against the wind yields half the results for double the effort.”
Zhao Qingfeng suddenly released his hand, and An Chen was startled, but then he found that the Spiritual Qi enveloping his body was still there, and he hadn't fallen.
“Transform your Spiritual Qi into wind-attribute Spiritual Qi, gather it at your feet, and move with the wind… try it?”
An Chen did as Zhao Qingfeng said.
The wind-attribute Spiritual Qi quickly gathered at his feet, and then An Chen took a step, pushing off with his back foot.
But the next moment, An Chen was like someone with rocket boosters installed under both feet, but he couldn't maintain balance and tumbled in the air.
Zhao Qingfeng quickly controlled him and pulled him back.
“No need to deliberately push off and exert force; just walk as you normally would.”
An Chen tried again. This time, he tried his best to maintain his balance, then gathered his Spiritual Qi, stepped out, released the Spiritual Qi…
This time, An Chen felt a stable thrust from his feet. This force pushed him diagonally upwards, and he soared up several meters as if leaping.
“Your movements are correct, and your method is correct, but you forgot the wind.”
Even saying this, Zhao Qingfeng was secretly astonished.
An Chen's control over his body was too good.
This was actually a manifestation of his talent and innate bone structure.
Some people have very poor control over their bodies; in layman's terms, their mind gets it, but their body doesn't, but An Chen was the complete opposite.
As soon as his brain thought of a movement, his body seemed to be able to execute it perfectly.
For Cultivation beginners, this is a rare and desirable trait. Although Cultivator' control over their bodies will slowly increase as their Realm improves, it is truly rare for someone to reach An Chen's level at the very beginning.
“Did you forget? Ride the wind to soar high; you need to step on the wind. This surging wind is your aid. Only by landing in the correct position can you soar effortlessly. This is the origin of the Qingyun Step's name.”
Land in the correct position?
An Chen looked down at his feet, and the lines slowly appeared.
An Chen tried to place his right foot parallel to one of the lines, releasing wind-attribute Spiritual Qi at his foot. The wind-attribute Spiritual Qi and the wind seemed to produce some kind of marvelous chemical reaction, pushing him forward quickly.
Although his speed couldn't reach Zhao Qingfeng's level of traversing vast distances in a few steps, it was faster than he himself had imagined.
After one step, he looked back and found he was already twenty to thirty meters away from Zhao Qingfeng.
Zhao Qingfeng took a step and laughed loudly.
“A Genius is a Genius; they learn everything quickly.”
Although it didn't take him long to learn this footwork when his master taught him, An Chen's speed was still astonishingly fast.
This was only his third attempt, and he was already doing it quite well.
“Next, you need to make your steps natural, not cautious, but boldly step out, and eventually be able to ensure that every step lands in the correct position without looking down, and walk with ease…”
