Ji Hanhan was not going to teach them "Death is like the wind, always with me," nor "Facing the strong wind."
It was not appropriate for girls to learn such things.
If she were to teach, she would teach something related to wind, flowers, snow, and moon.
"Then... please bestow your guidance!"
Ling Lan bit her pearl-like teeth, her fair palm clenched tightly. Her proud chest heaved violently with indignation, threatening to spill forth.
You, the Saintess of the Moon Sect, not only came to the Wind Sect to cause trouble but also to lecture?
I'd like to see just how capable you are to be so arrogant!
The female disciples of the Wind Sect in the vicinity also gathered, wanting to see if their Saintess could overpower Ji Mo and uphold the honor of the Wind Sect.
As the saying goes, don't hit someone in the face.
Each profession has its own specialization. Wind, flowers, snow, and moon each had their own areas of expertise. For the Saintess of the Moon Sect to teach the Saintess of the Wind Sect the way of wind was too presumptuous.
But it had to be said, this Saintess Ji Mo was too handsome!
"I dare not accept your guidance; let us simply exchange ideas."
Ji Mo offered a warm smile, appearing very sunny. Her clear eyes gazed into the distance, her magnetic voice slowly echoing, "Wind traverses mountains and crosses waters, brushing past the face."
Is that all?
Ling Lan saw how harmonious Ji Mo had been with the Law of Wind before, and she thought the other party had some profound understanding. She hadn't expected it to be merely this.
She couldn't help but reveal a look of disdain. While I may not be able to compare to you in terms of the moon, when it comes to talking about wind in front of me, you're just a little punk.
Ling Lan was about to open her mouth to mock Ji Mo, but suddenly, her expression changed drastically.
The wind was rising!
A different kind of wind.
It started from afar, passing through layers of mountains and forests, crossing over lakes, carrying the natural aura of heaven and earth, and brushing past her face.
Ling Lan couldn't help but sniff her nostrils, clearly smelling the fragrance of the earth, the freshness of the leaves, and the vastness of the misty waters.
Her body trembled, her pupils dilated, and she couldn't hide her shock.
What kind of technique is this? It's terrifyingly powerful!
Even though she herself possessed the Wind Dao Body, she couldn't achieve the feat of speaking and making the wind arise.
Ji Mo continued, "Wind is born of itself, stirring sleeves and swaying hems!"
As soon as the words fell, faint cries of alarm could be heard from the surroundings.
For some reason, a gust of wind suddenly rose from the ground, wildly blowing their sleeves and skirts.
The female disciples of the Wind Sect turned pale, desperately holding their collars and skirts, fearing that a spring scene would be exposed.
Ling Lan was the most disheveled, as if she were in the eye of the storm. Her clothes were in disarray, her light skirt was lifted like waves, and her long, fair legs were completely exposed.
She was flustered and fumbled to hold down her skirt. She even used her immortal power to try and stabilize the strange wind, but it was all in vain.
Ji Mo's eyes widened as if eating ice cream. What was this pose?
Was she imitating Marilyn Monroe?
Being thin-skinned, he felt embarrassed to take too much advantage and gentlemanly turned his head away.
But then.
What met his gaze was a large expanse of fair, evenly proportioned, dazzlingly white, youthful and lively slender legs.
One didn't know what the girls of the Wind Sect usually ate, but they all had long legs.
Ji Mo swallowed hard with difficulty and quickly tilted his head forty-five degrees towards the sky. Two streams of blood from his nose unyieldingly seeped out.
"You scoundrel, shameless wretch, to do such a vile thing."
Ling Lan finally managed to press down her skirt, her face filled with shame and indignation. She believed Ji Mo had done it on purpose, just to take advantage.
To openly peek under girls' skirts, this lecher was truly audacious.
Even more hateful was that this fellow pretended to be a prude, which was infuriating.
"Wind is like a clear song that never ceases, blowing through the high platform."
To cover his embarrassment, Ji Mo recited another line.
In the air, faint, melodious music could be heard, pleasant to the ears and striking directly at the soul.
Moreover, in the void, many jade palaces and towers appeared, condensed from gas, incredibly lifelike, as if they were real objects.
"This is transforming the intangible into the tangible!"
Ling Lan couldn't help but gasp in shock.
To transform formless air into music and then into tangible objects was truly heaven-defying!
Ji Mo wiped his nosebleed, calmed his agitated heart, and continued, "Wind is like a shield with fluttering streamers, like smoke and fire entwining the banner."
This line finally did not cause strange winds or unusual phenomena.
However, it was even more soul-stirring.
The crowd didn't feel the wind, but their hearts were moved.
They all wore solemn expressions, falling into a tragic mood of iron and blood.
The setting sun was like blood, smoke and fire erupted everywhere, banners fluttered, and war drums thundered.
To defend their homeland and protect their territory, a general covered in blood wielded his war halberd, leading his soldiers in a bloody battle, with blood splashing everywhere like snowflakes.
The mountains and rivers were broken, the land was scarred, and the general and soldiers all fell.
Only that soaring, unextinguishable will remained forever in heaven and earth.
The eyes of the female disciples of the Wind Sect were red, their eyes moist.
There is no such thing as peaceful times in the world; it is only because someone carries the burden for you.
Ling Lan felt a pang of sorrow, her eyes misting over.
Ji Mo's words could stir people's hearts and evoke empathy, which was truly terrifying.
But you, a scoundrel, an old lecher, are pretending to be profound, acting as if you care about the nation and its people; who would believe you?
However, some people actually believed it.
Many female disciples of the Moon Sect looked at Ji Mo with slightly different eyes.
They began to find Ji Mo more and more pleasing to the eye, and his image gradually grew taller.
Ji Mo frowned slightly, feeling that this line was too heavy. After pondering for a moment, he uttered the last sentence: "Wind is like the first encounter, murmuring and lingering!"
This sentence was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing ripples.
Centered around Ji Mo, a mysterious aura spread in all directions.
Gentle breezes stirred the surroundings, countless runes danced, and along with Ji Mo's gaze, they scattered to every corner his eyes reached.
Many places in the Wind Valley were unknowingly imbued with Ji Mo's aura.
"Heavens, is this bastard trying to steal the spotlight and claim my Wind Sect's territory?"
Ling Lan discovered with horror that many areas had lost control, and even the control over the guardian formation was completely lost, becoming Ji Mo's possession.
She watched with her own eyes as their Wind Sect's stronghold, the Wind Valley, fell.
Ling Lan's eyes were vacant, and she stood frozen on the spot.
In this contest, she had lost completely.
To be precise, this was not a contest, but Ji Mo giving her a lesson. The two sides were not even on the same level.
Ji Mo noticed something was wrong. The Wind Sect girls around him were staring at him blankly, which was quite chilling.
He dared not linger any longer and decisively left the Wind Valley.
Not long after.
The Grand Elder of the Wind Sect, leading a large group of people, rushed back to the Wind Valley with murderous intent.
Upon returning, they encountered Ling Lan dejectedly leading the disciples out of the valley.
"Where is that bastard Ji Mo? Did you drive him away?"
The Grand Elder of the Wind Sect inquired, wishing he could catch Ji Mo on the spot and flay him.
To trespass into the Wind Sect's forbidden grounds alone and force Ling Lan to activate the guardian formation was a great humiliation.
"Drove him away?"
Ling Lan's face was ashen, and she said with a choked sob, "Grand Elder, it was we who were driven away by him. The Wind Valley... from now on, it will be called Ji."
Afterward, she recounted the entire incident in detail.
The Grand Elder of the Wind Sect was stunned.
They had left home in good spirits, but now they couldn't go back.
If they rashly entered the Wind Valley, and if that Ji Mo harbored malicious intentions, they would only be lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
For safety reasons, until they regained control of the Wind Valley's guardian formation, they absolutely could not enter the Wind Valley.
As for Ji Hanhan, he didn't realize he had taken over the Wind Valley. As he walked, he saw a vast expanse of flowers and happily walked towards them.