Windwing Evasion: The Yuchi Clan’s Celestial Inheritance

“The Windwing Evasion is the foundation of the Yuchi Clan. It must not be transmitted to outsiders!”

The first line on the gold-leaf pages startled Ji Ning. Yuchi Clan? His mother was Yuchi Snow. Did that mean she was born into this Yuchi Clan? Across this boundless land, those with humble origins did not even have a proper surname. Names were given casually—Blacktooth, Blackstone, Ironhead. Only the larger tribes had formal surnames!

“My mother has never mentioned this Yuchi Clan to me,” Ji Ning mused. “I am her child. I carry the Yuchi bloodline. In the strictest sense, I am only half a member of the Yuchi Clan. Still, she taught this to me. But from the day I was born until now, I have never heard of this clan.”

Ji Ning had read an extraordinary number of books. Yet none of them had ever recorded the Yuchi Clan. That meant the Yuchi Clan was not a tribe from the surrounding regions.

That made sense.

His mother and father had met in the vast, boundless North Sea, and had adventured together afterward.

“I’ve never heard mother speak of this Yuchi Clan. Perhaps she left home, or perhaps the clan declined. Whatever the case, I’ll leave it for now.” Ji Ning lowered his head to continue reading. The book began to describe the origins of the Windwing Evasion in detail.

The Yuchi Clan’s founding ancestor, ‘Yuchi Antong’, was originally a slave.

While hunting in the mountains, he rescued a gravely wounded child who was at death’s door. He cared for the child diligently, and as the child slowly recovered, only after half a year did its true identity come to light… although it appeared to be a mere child, it was actually a Celestial Immortal who had cultivated for endless ages and had long since escaped the Three Realms. It had encountered a great calamity and had used a life-burning technique to escape to these mountains. It was left completely helpless. If it had encountered even a minor demon, it would have been devoured.

The child called himself ‘Su Huan’ and had become an Immortal during the Primordial Fiendgod Era.

This Celestial Immortal, Su Huan, then began to teach Yuchi Antong the methods of cultivation. It turned out that Yuchi Antong was far more talented in Fiendgod Body Refining… Su Huan stayed by Yuchi Antong’s side for a full hundred years, teaching him carefully. He also transmitted a Divine Ability technique called the Windwing Evasion. Only then did Su Huan say, “Our karmic connection has ended. Take care of yourself!”

And with that, he drifted away.

…

“A Celestial Immortal?” Ji Ning was shocked. “A Divine Ability?”

This, this was…

Even in the Netherworld, according to Lord Cui, the heavenly soldiers and generals of the Heaven Realm who had the Nuwa Diagram visualization technique still needed to endure countless tribulations to become Celestial Immortals! In the Grand Xia Dynasty, it would be difficult for even a single Celestial Immortal to be born in a million years. This was a true existence that had leaped outside of the Three Realms, a free and unfettered Immortal unbound by the Netherworld or the Heaven Realm.

“I never expected my mother’s family, the Yuchi Clan, to have such an origin,” Ji Ning thought, his heart shaken. “This is far greater than the background of our Ji Clan.”

“And the Windwing Evasion is actually a Divine Ability!”

Ji Ning held his breath.

What exactly was a Divine Ability?

Famous Divine Abilities like Heavenly Transformation, Kuafu Chases the Sun, Seventy-Two Transformations, Three Heads, Six Arms, Houyi Shoots the Suns—these were all Divine Abilities. They were innate techniques created by ancient, powerful Fiendgods! Only then could they be called Divine Abilities! They could only be cultivated by Fiendgod Body Refiners, and they required the Zifu stage to learn!

Any Divine Ability was priceless. Many Fiendgod Body Refiners who had reached the Zifu stage were qualified to train in a Divine Ability, yet they had no techniques to train in.

“Divine Abilities should require the Zifu stage to be unleashed. Why did mother tell me to wait until I reached Xiantian to read this?” Ji Ning continued reading. What followed was the training information for the Windwing Evasion.

Whoosh!

He flipped open the gold-leaf pages. Before his eyes appeared a sheet of golden paper that was distinctly different from the previous pages. This golden paper shimmered with tiny specks of starlight. It was covered in drawings—all of them images of a great Roc in flight.

Sometimes it flapped its wings, sometimes it dove, sometimes it flew through the Nine Heavens, sometimes it plunged into the water, sometimes it landed on the ground, sometimes it burrowed deep into the earth…

Ji Ning was involuntarily drawn in by these images, as if he were seeing a gigantic Roc in flight, in its daily life. The Roc in these drawings was covered in countless specks of starlight. These starlight specks… were the key points where divine power flowed through the Roc’s body during flight.

Almost all of the light points were concentrated on the pair of wings.

“When the Roc spreads its wings, it flies a hundred thousand li!”

“These were the words Master Su Huan once spoke to me. Alas, I am far too distant from this realm. The future generations of the Yuchi Clan must diligently train in the Windwing Evasion, and hope that one day they may reach the highest level of this Divine Ability. These Eighty-One Roc Diagrams of the Windwing Evasion are all filled with profound mysteries. You must diligently ponder them! The benefits are boundless!”

The Windwing Evasion is divided into multiple stages. When divine power can condense into a pair of wings on the back, only then can it be considered a successful Divine Ability. However, the Windwing Evasion is a Divine Ability technique coveted by the most powerful tribes of the Grand Xia Dynasty. Members of our clan must use wing-type magic treasures and use them together with this Divine Ability, both to use the treasure’s power to fly faster and to prevent outsiders from learning of this Divine Ability technique…

Ji Ning closed the book.

It took a long time for him to gradually calm down.

“My mother truly has an extraordinary origin,” Ji Ning frowned. “But clearly, although this book is made entirely of golden paper, the paper that recorded the Eighty-One Roc Diagrams in the middle is made of a completely different material. Furthermore, such profound drawings were probably left behind by that Celestial Immortal Su Huan himself.”

“That Celestial Immortal Su Huan, even if he transmitted the Windwing Evasion, probably only left one copy. That means that the Yuchi Clan should only have this single secret manual!” Ji Ning deduced.

Although this was his first time seeing the Eighty-One Roc Diagrams, Ji Ning was absolutely certain that these eighty-one drawings were indeed unfathomably profound. It felt exactly like the sensation he had when comprehending the Dao… and only an existence who had truly trained this Divine Ability to the highest level would be capable of drawing them.

“The Yuchi Clan probably only had this single secret manual, yet it was on my mother’s person,” Ji Ning pondered. “Was the Yuchi Clan annihilated? Or was there another reason?”

Although he felt a bit anxious and worried for his mother, he had never had much connection with the Yuchi Clan since he was a child. Ji Ning quickly stopped thinking about it.

“I will ponder it carefully.”

A crescent moon hung high in the sky. Ji Ning sat quietly by the pond, flipping through the Roc Diagrams.

The Windwing Evasion was divided into multiple stages.

Condensing divine power into wings to fly was considered successfully mastering the Divine Ability. However, the requirements for divine power were harsh; it was necessary to be at the Zifu stage.

“Mother told me to wait until I reached Xiantian before reading this manual.” Ji Ning smiled. “Although I cannot condense divine power into wings, these Eighty-One Roc Diagrams contain boundless profundity of the Great Dao. If I ponder them, it will help me with my movement techniques as well.”

Ji Ning, in terms of his level of insight, had already comprehended a trace of the True Meaning of the Dao.

With such a high level of enlightenment, he could naturally see at a glance that the eighty-one diagrams also contained endless profundity of the Dao, and were even more wonderfully profound. Naturally, he began to carefully comprehend them.

…

Time flowed on.

The Golden Crow set, the Moon Rabbit rose.

Day after day, Ji Ning remained completely immersed in the Windwing Evasion within these mountain woods. He was seen flickering and dashing through the forest time and time again. The distance he covered with each dash grew farther, his speed increased, and his movements became even more effortless and relaxed.

“I have already been training here for over a month.” Ji Ning was looking at the high sun in the sky one day when he suddenly snapped awake. “If I don’t go back soon, Qiuye and the others will panic and report back to the Western Prefecture city.”

“Time to go back.”

Ji Ning revealed a smile. He looked back at his surroundings. The adjacent pond was still quiet, the water flowing slowly through gaps in the waterweeds.

“In this past month or so, I have made tremendous progress.” Ji Ning was incomparably delighted. Whether it was his Ki Refining, Fiendgod Body Refining, or soul, he had even learned the Yuchi Clan’s clan-guarding Divine Ability technique, the Windwing Evasion.

“Let’s go.”

Ji Ning leaped.

Swish!

Like a blurry apparition, like a flying bird spreading its wings and taking flight, he instantly appeared over a li away. His speed was even faster than Tie Muzhan’s had been with the use of Lightness and Agility Talismans.

In a ruined tribe on the desolate plains, many of the stone huts had collapsed. The tribe was a mess. Clearly, the people of this tribe had long since left. This was an abandoned settlement.

On the edge of the tribe, several dozen stone huts were kept clean, and a group of Black Armored Guards had gathered there.

Qiuye sat on a stone stool, silently waiting as she stared into the distance.

Earlier, because the great demon Winged Serpent had emerged from Winged Serpent Lake, Ji Ning had taken Qiuye and Mowu away from the Ironstone Tribe… but after the matter of the great demon Winged Serpent had settled down, Ji Ning had arranged for Qiuye and Mowu to temporarily reside in a Black Armored Guard outpost.

The territory under the Ji Clan’s control was simply too vast.

Thus, there were teams of Black Armored Guards scattered across this land at various locations. If anything important happened, it could be discovered immediately. At the same time, they could also intimidate the countless tribes.

“Young master.” Qiuye stood up in pleasant surprise.

The Black Armored Guards and Mowu also turned to look. In the distance, a blurry human figure appeared in a flash at the main entrance of the ruined tribe. Then, it walked over with a smile.

“Hm?” Qiuye was slightly stunned. She felt that the young master walking towards her from afar seemed a little different. He possessed an even more familiar aura, as if he were the very essence of heaven and earth condensed into a single point… Only she, who had grown up by Ji Ning’s side, could detect the subtle change in his bearing.

“Young master.” Mowu stepped forward respectfully.

“Young master.” The nearby group of Black Armored Guards knelt down in unison on one knee.

“Prepare yourselves. We’re leaving.” Ji Ning spoke with a smile.

Qiuye was taken aback. “Leaving? Going back?”

“To Winged Serpent Lake first.” A glint of anticipation shone in Ji Ning’s eyes. He had long decided, during this expedition, that once he broke through to become a Xiantian lifeform, he would deal with the great demon Winged Serpent. Although the great demon Winged Serpent had now broken through to become a peak Xiantian great demon, Ji Ning was still completely confident.

“Young master, you…” Qiuye revealed a look of pleasant surprise. Of course, she knew of Ji Ning’s original plan: once he became a Xiantian lifeform, he would go deal with the great demon Winged Serpent.

“Mm.” Ji Ning nodded.

Qiuye was very sensible. She did not say anything more out loud. She simply nodded. “Mowu, quickly, pack up. We’re setting out.”

A moment later.

Ji Ning, Qiuye, and Mowu mounted three Blackjaguars and left this ruined tribe.