Chapter 89: Chapter 89: White Wind, Insects Gathered into One_1
About ten days after his encounter with the Yellow Weasel, Wang Linchi had successfully figured out the Headless Ghost’s aura frequency, activity patterns, and other details.
He kept this plan to himself. Despite controlling Black Rain City, countless people within it wanted him dead. If not for the Three Corpse Brain Worm Pills in their heads, they would likely devour him whole.
So, if they discovered Wang Linchi’s true intentions, they would undoubtedly try to sabotage him.
Naturally, the people accompanying him were not loyal to Wang Linchi; he had used them as cannon fodder, so how could they possess much loyalty?
Besides the Yellow Weasel, a Snake Demon and a Wood Monster have shown up in the past few days. It feels like the entity behind the scenes is preparing for something big.
Wang Linchi pondered this.
During these ten days, he had been attacked twice more.
The Yellow Weasel was slain and skinned, its meat used to make soup.
The Snake Demon was better. Due to its large size, Wang Linchi couldn’t eat all of it. He only dug out its gallbladder and consumed it raw. This significantly improved his eyesight and made him feel much more refreshed.
A snake’s gallbladder is known to improve vision, reduce internal heat, and detoxify the body.
Moreover, this snake had evolved into a Demon, making its effects even more potent.
The Wood Monster was also good. Wang Linchi took only its heart. Eating it released a fresh, grassy fragrance, and it seemed to slightly increase his poison resistance.
These encounters made Wang Linchi increasingly interested in these Demons and monsters; they were all excellent ingredients.
Only the Yellow Weasel had been a letdown. However, Wang Linchi felt this wasn’t the Yellow Weasel’s fault but his own; he hadn’t found its true value.
Just like the Snake Demon’s gallbladder and the Wood Monster’s heart, the Yellow Weasel surely had its own precious parts. He had simply been ignorant and wasted them.
The force behind all these occurrences can’t just be these Demons and monsters, nor humans. It’s likely an unknown fifth species.
Wang Linchi felt that since this was a Gigantic Secret Realm, its true workings and background were not so simple.
As he was thinking, Wang Linchi heard the sound of strong gusts of wind outside.
This struck him as odd.
The place he was residing was unlikely to experience such strong winds unless it was a typhoon.
However, he wasn’t located near the coast, so where would a typhoon come from?
Could this mean a big attack is on its way?
Wait, today is the 15th?! Wang Linchi glanced at the calendar and instantly understood.
Every fifteenth of the month, the White Wind would appear.
Similar to the Black Rain, it was a special disaster around Black Rain City.
However, compared to the Black Rain, which regularly occurred in the wilderness every night, the White Wind appeared only once a month. It was also smaller in scale and not always encountered, thus having a less significant presence.
Wang Linchi had never encountered it before. In all his time here, who knew where the White Wind had appeared last time?
But this time, he saw it; it had manifested right near him.
Opening the window, he saw a brilliant white hurricane in the dark night, so bright that even the darkness couldn’t conceal it.
So, tornadoes can glow. Interesting. Now I get why they call it White Wind. It’s dazzlingly white even at night, a stark contrast to the Black Rain. Wang Linchi realized, having learned something new.
Wang Linchi immediately dashed out of the house, running as fast as he could.
The White Wind followed behind him, though it seemed unable to catch up.
True, his Physique wasn’t his main focus, but he wasn’t so weak as to be out of breath after a few steps. After all, he had tempered his body and used many resources to enhance its strength.
He had single-handedly defeated everyone from the Xiongwei Martial Arts Hall and the Zhenyuan Escort Agency.
His ’weakness’ was only relative to those prodigies, not to any random person who thought they could challenge an Awakener like him.
Otherwise, how would he have dared to confidently go to the Mud Gang back then?
The essence of the White Wind is not wind. Just like the Black Rain, appearances are deceptive.
Even while running, Wang Linchi had the leisure to observe.
Let’s see if I can make it explode! Thinking this, Wang Linchi turned and threw a Fanciful and Fickle at the White Wind.
BOOM!
Upon impact, a huge hole was blown in the White Wind. A large amount of debris fell from it, making it look like a collapsing figure made of building blocks. With the appearance of the hole, the entire White Wind began to collapse.
It seemed as if it could no longer support itself.
However, after collapsing for less than two minutes, it quickly reformed. It was still the White Wind, but its volume was noticeably smaller; clearly, the reconstruction had incurred losses.
It seems vulnerable to attack? The Fanciful and Fickle Wang Linchi had just thrown cost 100 points of spiritual power, yet it had blasted away nearly twenty percent of its body.
This indicated that the White Wind had low resistance to Spirit or Soul attacks—or perhaps it was low in all such attributes—and primarily took non-physical damage.
So, theoretically, just four more attacks should make the White Wind disappear.
His Golden Core had already reached the fifth revolution, containing 600 points of spiritual power. After blasting it, he would still have spiritual power equivalent to one pattern left in his Golden Core.
Let’s try it.
Wang Linchi immediately threw another one.
This time, the power was even greater, directly eliminating half of the White Wind.
Fragments scattered everywhere. What’s happening? Why is it stronger? Wang Linchi was puzzled.
Could it be that their resistances are linked? The smaller its form, the greater the damage it takes?
Wang Linchi truly hadn’t expected this. Then, the White Wind reassembled once more. This time, it wasn’t just a size smaller, but several sizes smaller, appearing very mini.
After the third Fanciful and Fickle, the White Wind was no longer a significant threat.
Only then did Wang Linchi cautiously circle back, wary that the White Wind might be feigning weakness. He didn’t approach the White Wind directly but circled around to pick up the debris.
The debris that had fallen to the ground no longer glowed. Picking some up, he saw they were special white beetles, like ladybugs, but very small, similar to lice or fleas. However, there were so many dead ones that they were easily noticeable, especially with his excellent vision.
So, they’re bugs, and surprisingly hard. Wang Linchi picked one up to inspect it carefully.
Wang Linchi squeezed hard but found he couldn’t crush one. It felt like pinching a piece of high-strength alloy.
If one were enveloped by the White Wind, not even bones would remain. No wonder the Yi Village chief said that encountering this White Wind means certain death.
At this point, Wang Linchi still felt a lingering fear. Although numerous and physically tough, the bugs constituting the White Wind were not strong in Spirit or Soul, unlike other Demons and monsters. In these aspects, they were rather weak and frail.
It looks like these White Wind Bugs haven’t developed sentience. Their Souls are weak and fragile, and they have virtually no spiritual power. They rely entirely on swarming and instinct to act.
It was only because they encountered me. If it had been someone else, it truly wouldn’t have ended so easily.
The White Wind Bugs aren’t considered Demons because they haven’t gained sentience or spiritual wisdom. They aren’t Devils either; Devils are formless, intangible entities akin to energy bodies formed from stray thoughts. Nor are they Ghosts, which are formed from deceased humans. Thus, they can only be classified as ’monsters’—various bizarre creatures.