Chapter 218: Immortal Physique? Calling the Wind and Rain?

By the afternoon, the wind finally began to die down.

Ning Fei explained to the drone, "Around this time every year, there's always one or two instances where heavy winds blow for several days straight."

"After the strong winds pass, the leaves will be completely stripped from the trees."

"You can all see that there aren't many leaves left on the trees outside Qingfeng Temple now."

Ning Fei pushed open the main doors of Qingfeng Temple. Outside, it was a mess, with leaves scattered everywhere.

The trees flanking the bluestone steps had also been stripped bare. Only a few solitary leaves clung reluctantly to the branches.

"That's going to be a chore to clean up."

A netizen teased.

"Haha, I feel bad for Ning Guan master for a second."

"With so many fallen leaves, it's going to take him ages to sweep all that."

"Sweeping leaves is physical labor too. These aren't going to be easy to deal with."

"It's all a piece of cake for Ning Guan master."

The netizens were right. At this time every year, sweeping leaves was a particularly troublesome task.

It took a long time to sweep them up, and then they had to be dumped in the woods behind the mountain, requiring several trips back and forth.

But this time, Ning Fei didn't plan to sweep the leaves like that.

He remembered the item he had pulled from the lottery draw while he was on the Grassland:

The Wind Control Card.

He currently had two cards: a Wind Control Card and a Rain Control Card, drawn from two separate Ten-Pulls.

He had always wanted to use them, but he hadn't had the opportunity.

Right now, however, the thick layer of fallen leaves piled up outside Qingfeng Temple was the perfect chance to use the Wind Control Card.

"Yeah, sweeping fallen leaves is indeed a lot of trouble."

Ning Fei shook his head at the drone and sighed helplessly.

"If only the heavens could help me sweep them."

As he said this, he silently activated the Wind Control Card in his mind.

Since everyone wanted to see him sweep leaves, he might as well give the netizens a bit of entertainment.

The moment his voice fell, the wind kicked up again.

Moreover, it was gradually growing stronger.

"Hahaha, the wind is picking up again."

The netizens began to gloat.

"Whoa, all the fallen leaves are being blown into the air."

"How tragic!"

"Even though I really sympathize with Ning Guan master, why do I still want to laugh so badly?"

"Hahaha, it's not every day you get to see Ning Guan master looking so helpless."

"Just let the leaves blow around!"

"Blow a little harder!"

With someone setting the rhythm like this, the rest of the netizens started howling along in agreement.

The chat was filled with comments cheering on the wind as it blew the leaves around.

And to the netizens' excitement, the wind really did grow stronger and stronger.

Even the leaves on the ground slowly began to float into the air.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The fierce wind continued to blow.

The fallen leaves were swept up one after another, mingling in the wind as they headed straight for the woods lining the road below Qingfeng Temple.

Upon closer inspection, it almost looked as if the wind was blowing outward from within Qingfeng Temple itself.

Gradually, the netizens noticed that something was amiss.

"Why are there fewer and fewer fallen leaves?"

"It looks like the wind blew all the leaves into the mountain forest."

"Are you serious?"

"Holy shit, I think it's true. Look at the leaves on the ground, they've decreased significantly."

"What's going on here?"

The netizens stared at their screens in stunned silence, exchanging bewildered glances across the internet.

Looking closer, they saw that the strong wind was still blowing and the fallen leaves were continuing to thin out. It was as if this gale possessed a magical power. Wherever it blew, it swept the leaves off the ground and carried them far away.

Ning Fei simply stood silently at the top of the bluestone steps.

"Why do I get the feeling that the wind is helping Ning Guan master sweep the leaves?"

"Now that you mention it, I get that feeling too."

"Does anyone remember what Ning Guan master's last words were just now?"

"I think he said, 'If only the heavens could help me sweep them.'"

"Holy crap! Words spoken become law?"

"An immortal physique? This is fucking possible?"

"Badass!"

"Now that you guys put it like that, I suddenly feel like that's highly possible."

"No way, I'm a little confused."

"You can only say it's too much of a coincidence. The wind was already strong to begin with; Ning Guan master just has really good luck."

"I still believe in the immortal physique."

This miraculous scene sparked a flurry of discussion among the netizens.

The wind came as quickly as it went.

Just a moment ago, it had surged forth, sending the fallen leaves flying in a chaotic flurry that made it look as though a torrential storm was about to descend.

After the gale passed, nearly all the leaves on the ground had been blown away, and the wind gradually died down once more.

At this moment, Ning Fei returned to the Daoist temple and retrieved a broom.

On the bluestone steps, the vast majority of the fallen leaves had already been cleared away, but a few "lucky" ones remained. Ning Fei unhurriedly swept these lingering leaves into the tree wells on either side.

Just five minutes ago, the outside of Qingfeng Temple was a bleak scene of fallen leaves scattered everywhere.

In the short time since Ning Fei had stepped outside, Qingfeng Temple had instantly become clean and refreshed again.

'The card's effect isn't bad,'

Ning Fei praised inwardly.

He had just been able to manipulate the direction of the wind, and the sensation was quite magical.

However, even though the wind had blown away most of the fallen leaves, a small portion still remained outside. Holding the broom, Ning Fei swept away the remaining leaves layer by layer, working his way from the top to the bottom.

Meanwhile, a clip of Ning Fei's recent live-stream rapidly circulated online.

"Proof that Ning Guan master is an immortal!"

"Words spoken become law! True divine abilities!"

All sorts of eye-catching titles piqued the interest of netizens. When they clicked on the video, the scene they saw was this:

Outside Qingfeng Temple, completely piled with fallen leaves, Ning Fei gazed at the bleak, desolate scene and muttered to himself:

"Yeah, sweeping fallen leaves is indeed a lot of trouble."

"If only the heavens could help me sweep them."

The moment his voice fell, a fierce gale instantly rose.

The turbulent wind howled, sending the fallen leaves drifting up into the air like a sprawling sandstorm in the sky before they were swept away toward the distant mountain forest.

Amidst the wind, Ning Fei's hair and clothes fluttered, adding a touch of transcendent bearing to his already elegant demeanor.

This continued for about three minutes. When people looked again, the fallen leaves outside Qingfeng Temple had been almost entirely blown away.

Of course, the vast majority of netizens knew that this was all just a coincidence.

It just so happened that when Ning Fei said those words, a strong downdraft swept through.

Still, the scene was undeniably cool.

Netizens chimed in with all sorts of jokes, throwing out terms like "possessed by an immortal," "a mouth blessed by the gods," and "Ning Guan master, caller of the wind and rain."

While the internet was buzzing with excitement, Ning Fei remained perfectly calm.

When they opened the live-stream, they found Ning Fei unhurriedly cleaning up around Qingfeng Temple.

"Ning Guan master, you still have to wipe the tables yourself? Where are your immortal arts?"

"Just got here. Is this the live-stream room of the Wind-Calling Daoist?"

"I heard someone here can control the wind, so I came to join the fun."

"I missed the live-stream. What a pity."

"It would have been great if he had performed a sword dance back there. It definitely would have looked so cool."

After seeing the video, many netizens made a special trip to Ning Fei's Live-stream Room just to tease him.

The atmosphere in the live-stream room was exceptionally cheerful.

Having tidied everything up, Ning Fei sat down in a chair to rest, his gaze falling on Xiao Feng.

Even though the bird was in Qingfeng Temple, it had been constantly hiding from Ning Fei, refusing to let him pet it.

With such a sleek and adorable little bird, who wouldn't want to give it a few strokes?

Thinking of this, Ning Fei took out a Red Phoenix Pill and shook it.

The moment Xiao Feng saw the Red Phoenix Pill, it dove straight toward him.

"Fifteen minutes of petting for one Red Phoenix Pill," Ning Fei threatened, using the pill as leverage.

"What do you take your bird grandpa for?" Xiao Feng cursed in a flurry of indignant chirps.

A few minutes later, the scene the netizens saw was the red canary resting in Ning Fei's hand, allowing him to pet it freely.

Xiao Feng closed its eyes. Its beak said no, but in its heart it was thinking:

'Ah~ That feels so good~'

The netizens, meanwhile, secretly thought:

'This red canary doesn't seem very proper.'