NOVEL WEB Chapter 37: Magical Wind Spear!
Bunring Sun Peak...
Inner Court...
The clamor outside had reached a boiling point.
Jia Kai finally stepped out of her room, her expression dark with irritation. Her sharp eyes scanned the courtyard filled with murmuring disciples. A few younger girls were pointing toward the sky, while others looked at her with visible resentment.
"What is this nonsense now?" Jia Kai demanded with an irritating look.
A senior inner court disciple stepped forward, his arms crossed and eyes blazing. "Don't act ignorant, Jia Kai. Who gave you the right to bring a Mountain Eagle to the inner court? Are you trying to provoke the main peak prime disciples?"
"Mountain eagle?" Jia Kai furrowed her brows. "What are you talking about?"
Another voice chimed in, this time a senior female disciple. "Don't pretend, Jia Kai. That beast has been sleeping before your dorm since morning! The snores it released was strong enough to wake up half the sect! Even the Prime Disciples need permission from the Elders to keep one. And now a mere inner court disciple like you is raising one outside your shack?"
"I didn't summon any eagle!" Jia Kai snapped, her voice turning cold. But deep inside, a twinge of unease crept in. She had indeed noticed the massive gust of wind and the thunderous wingbeat at night — but had assumed it was just some senior playing around on the main peak.
"Then explain why it sleeping right in front of your quarters!"
The words hit her like a slap.
Jia Kai's eyes widened slightly. She turned without a word and stormed toward the servant room adjacent to her quarters — the one she'd offered for Mo Han and Fatty Lambu.
Don't tell me…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
She knocked hard on the wooden door.
"Mo Han!" she called. "Get out here, now!"
Inside, Mo Han stirred, his hair messy, his body still exhausted from last night's flight. He dragged himself to the door, opened it lazily, and rubbed his eyes with one hand.
"What is it, my lady?" he asked, his voice raspy.
Jia Kai's eyes burned with suspicion. "Is that Mountain Eagle yours?"
Mo Han blinked. "Yeah. Don't worry, it's just rented. It'll probably leave in a month."
Jia Kai froze.
"You… what?!"
"I said, it's rented. You don't need to worry," he said again, as if he was telling her about a broomstick.
Then he casually shut the door in her face. Chapter provided via M|V|L@EMPYR.
Jia Kai stood still for a few seconds, her mouth slightly open. She wasn't sure whether to break the door down or scream at the sky.
Inside the room, Mo Han yawned, flopped back on his bedding, and mumbled, "Why do women always ask so many questions in the morning…"
But outside, chaos was far from over.
Jia Kai turned around only to see several inner court disciples still standing, their faces stern.
"This can't be ignored," said one of them. "If the main peak prime disciples hear of this, you'll be damned for overstepping boundaries."
"Release the eagle now or you'll be held responsible!" another hissed.
"I know what I'm doing!" Jia Kai's sharp voice cut through their complaints.
Her cold, commanding tone made many flinch, but didn't stop the whispering. Word spread like wildfire — "The lady Jia Kai, an inner court disciple, brought a Mountain Eagle for herself!"
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By late evening, the courtyard had quieted down. But the incident was far from forgotten.
Mo Han stepped out quietly and went to the supply chamber, close to administration hall. His hands held an Empty Spirit Leaf Bind (almost like a new note book but made of leaves), the kind used to write cultivation techniques or ancient scrolls. With his disciple token got during the assessment phase, he had enough merit to justify this small purchase.
Jia Kai spotted him from the distance, arms folded. She watched him return without saying a word. Her face was unreadable, but her thoughts were tangled in confusion.
How? He's just a low-ranked servant. Even inner court disciples struggle to rent a Mountain Eagle for a day. How could he afford one for a month?
But Mo Han didn't give her a chance to confront him again. He closed his door behind him and locked it.
Inside, he lit a faint blue flame. The flickering light cast a faint glow across the room.
He sat cross-legged, placing the empty leaf bind before him on a makeshift wooden table.
From his memory — or more precisely, from the absorbed will of Leo Reynold, Mohan searched for many above average cultivation methods. He is making sure that it won't attract the attention of powerful beings. Finaly, he recalled a particular technique:
"Spear of Whistling Wind."
Not an eye-catching name. Not some heaven-defying technique with blazing stars or divine dragons. But it was practical — solid — and dangerous in the hands of someone who understood wind element and a master of spear.
"Most people seek this useful techniques," Mo Han whispered to himself, dipping a spirit ink quill into the well. "But a technique that draws no attention… that's what I need."
He began writing.
[Spear Art: Whistling Gale Thrust]
Grade: High Yellow (Approaching Earth Level)
Element: Wind
Style: Mobility and Penetration
Description:
The user channels wind qi into their spear to reduce air resistance, increasing thrusting speed beyond the normal limit. The spearhead is infused with gale force, allowing it to cut through armor and create vacuum pressure to disrupt enemy formations. Can be evolved into storm-based techniques later.
Stance 1: Featherlight Dash
Compresses wind qi around the legs and weapon for a burst forward. Speed nearly triples for three breaths.
Side effect: Requires strong meridians. Overuse may tear calf muscles.
Stance 2: Gale Thrust
A single thrust with coiled wind qi that drills through defenses. Leaves behind a whirling force that continues to damage the target after impact.
Side effect: Causes inner turbulence in qi pathways.
Stance 3: Crosswind Step (Optional)
A footwork technique that allows diagonal leaps using wind pressure underfoot. Best used in forested terrain or open plains. Not usable in tight quarters.
As he wrote, the ink glowed faintly under the spirit fire. He smiled.
"Simple. Strong. And silent."
He folded the leaf, sealed it with his fingerprint, and hid it beneath a false compartment in the floor.
His heart beat calmly, but a small flicker of pride emerged. This was the first of many — a stepping stone in a path that no one could see yet.
Outside, the Mountain Eagle cried once, before closing it's eyes as if asserting its presence again.