Chapter Four: Wind

Nearly a hundred staff members dressed in white protective suits are operating those machines. Just as Fang Wen was admiring the live broadcast of his 'memorial service', one of the elderly men solemnly issued an order: "Fang Wen, prepare yourself. All the injuries on your body have been healed. Now, we are ready to make some adjustments to your body to replenish the energy you have lost since birth."

He pulled down the shorts he was wearing, and Fang Wen, in disbelief, reached down to touch himself for a moment, murmuring in surprise and joy: "Such a big package?"

Dozens of holes opened simultaneously on the top cover of the container, while more than a dozen mechanical arms held syringes of various sizes and thicknesses, injecting dozens of inexplicable liquids into Fang Wen's body. The pale silver solution gradually changed color, and after a golden solution was injected into the container, the entire container began to shimmer with magnificent colors

As soon as Fang Wen stepped outside, he was taken aback

Fang Wen was immersed in a transparent cylindrical container with a height of over 30 meters and a diameter of 10 meters. The container was filled with a viscous, light silver solution. Fang Wen had an oxygen tube in his mouth and was connected to dozens of thin, transparent tubes, floating comfortably within the container. A series of transparent bubbles were expelled from his mouth, rolling upwards. His body swayed gently, and his head moved from side to side. In the void directly in front of him, a light screen measuring over 5 meters in length and width flickered with a deep blue glow, displaying images that caused Fang Wen to frown at times and smile at others.

"Mirror, oh mirror!" Fang Wen turned around the room in a flurry, wanting to see what he looked like now. However, the furnishings in the room were exceedingly simple; where could he find a mirror? He hurriedly rushed to the door, lifted the straw curtain hanging on it, and strode outside.

"Help!" Fang Wen shouted in fright, but all he saw was a long gust of wind passing by. The child rode the wind, light as a dandelion, quietly drifting out about a mile away.

The wild rabbit was struck unconscious by the claw of the eagle, whose wingspan exceeded three feet. The eagle let out a proud long cry, flapped its wings vigorously, and seized the wild rabbit, preparing to soar into the sky

After being knocked unconscious by Professor Feng in the hospital, upon waking, he found himself in this rather ultra-modern laboratory, having been submerged in this container for over ten days. This old man, who calls himself Mr. Xue Liu, along with another individual named Mr. Hua San, are both in charge of this laboratory. During these ten days, they have been tinkering with Fang Wen, who was originally determined to become a vegetative state, but has now transformed into a completely healthy individual.

In the azure sky, not a single cloud can be seen, and the bright sun hangs high above, casting endless light and warmth downwards, adorning this boundless grassland with a dazzling golden edge.

Xue Liu smiled broadly and winked at Professor Feng, cheerfully saying: "No problem. You can rest assured that I, Xue Liu, will handle it. Well, look at this."

A group of children, dressed only in coarse cloth trousers, bare-chested and barefoot, with long, dark hair cascading over their shoulders, are excitedly running across the grassland. Their joyful laughter invigorates the already boundless vitality of the prairie. These children move with a speed that nearly overwhelms Fang Wen, their actions as swift as the wind, gracefully gliding over the grass and leaving behind a trail of blurred shadows.

A herd of cattle and horses is leisurely wandering across the grassland, while large swarms of bees are buzzing in the distance. The sounds of the cattle and horses can be heard, along with the buzzing of the bees' wings

This is an exquisite wooden cabin, with smooth and neatly split pine boards forming the floor and surrounding walls. Above is a thick thatched roof, and the fresh scent of grass and wood lingers in the air, creating a comfortable and inexplicable sense of security. Inside, there is a wooden bed, where Fang Wenzheng is seated. Next to it is an old-fashioned Eight Immortals table, which holds a teapot and four teacups, all made of fine blue-and-white porcelain. On the wall directly facing the door hangs a central panel featuring a simple character for 'wind'.

This is my family. Fang Wen gently waved his hand, causing the cool, pale silver liquid to swirl into several small eddies. He revealed a faint cold smile, silently expressing his thoughts: Goodbye, you bunch of damned bastards! Goodbye, my fair-weather friends! Goodbye

Awakening, yet the mind has not yet gained control over the body; Fang Wen lies still, quietly sensing.

An elliptical hall, with various arrangements and instruments inside, was something Fang Wen had only seen in science fiction movies

Xue Liu excitedly waved his fist and shouted loudly: "Oh yeah! I passed out!"

"Yoohoo——" A cheerful long howl echoed, as the child, lifted high into the sky by the eagle, laughed three times towards the heavens, then with a vigorous shake of the arms, leaped down towards the ground

Perhaps only Long Shao and Wenwen can rival such an aura

In the colorful light, the emaciated body of Fang Wen, completely naked, began to swell with muscle. The streamlined muscles stretched the similarly gaunt skin, causing enormous wounds to tear open. Drops of blood seeped out, yet the wounds rapidly closed up. The blood was twisted by the colorful light, vanishing without a trace. Faint sounds could be heard from within Fang Wen's body, reminiscent of the subtle noises made when sesame flowers bloom and grow. His originally less than 1.6-meter tall body gradually elongated, stretching further and further, as the skin and muscles at the joints were continuously torn apart, only to heal rapidly again. Faint sounds could be heard from within Fang Wen's body, reminiscent of the subtle noises made when sesame flowers bloom and grow. His originally less than 1.6-meter tall body gradually elongated, stretching further and further, as the skin and muscles at the joints were continuously torn apart, only to heal rapidly again.

The lower part of the body rests on a hard bed board. The pine wood planks emit a unique fragrance characteristic of pine. This feeling of being grounded, without the need to be immersed in liquid, is quite pleasant

The medical technology possessed by these individuals is something Fang Wenwen has never heard of. Recently, Fang Wenwen has not experienced much suffering; it was only slightly painful during the healing of the wounds and nerves. Regarding Mr. Xue Liu's so-called energy to replenish congenital deficiencies, Fang Wenwen does not find it particularly unbearable

The scene displayed by the light curtain is a funeral hall, arranged in a manner that is both solemn and extravagant.

Before Fang Wen could prepare himself mentally, a heavy top plate above the container suddenly slid open, revealing a fist-sized opening. A nimble mechanical arm extended rapidly towards Fang Wen, holding a syringe filled with purple liquid. Before Fang Wen could react, the syringe's extremely long needle, about the length of a palm, had already pierced into the cervical vertebrae beneath the back of his head. With a crisp sound of high-pressure gas, approximately one hundred milliliters of purple liquid was injected into Fang Wen's body in less than three seconds. Before Fang Wen could react, the syringe's extremely long needle, about the length of a palm, had already pierced into the cervical vertebrae beneath the back of his head. With a crisp sound of high-pressure gas, approximately one hundred milliliters of purple liquid was injected into Fang Wen's body in less than three seconds.

Fang Wenxin, overjoyed, suddenly grabbed Professor Feng and exclaimed: "Professor Feng, you, you tell me, am I dreaming? Am I dreaming? How about this, I will slap you once, and if you don't feel any pain, then I must be dreaming, right?"

"How much did it cost? Just withdraw it directly from me." Professor Feng said darkly, jabbing his finger at Xue Liu's soft spot, "If my disciple encounters any problems..."

Looking down for a moment, Fang Wen exclaimed, "Such a big foot?"

The brain had already grown accustomed to this somewhat unfamiliar body. Fang Wen opened his eyes and slowly sat up.

Professor Feng's brows furrowed in anger, and he gritted his teeth as he scolded Fang Wen fiercely. After a moment, he managed to suppress his anger, smiled gently, and patted Fang Wen on the shoulder, infusing him with a refreshing breeze.

A refreshing sensation enveloped Fang Wen's entire body, bringing great comfort. He felt as if every cell in his body was surrounded by this cool aura, as if dozens of hands of varying sizes were gently massaging each cell, which was incredibly pleasant, so much so that Fang Wen nearly let out a moan. He looked through the container at Xue Liu with surprise and asked, "Does this hurt?"

The calligraphy of the character "wind," measuring about a foot in square dimensions, was as dynamic as the wind itself, exuding an overwhelming presence. Fang Wen stared at the character for quite some time, and unexpectedly felt a disorienting sensation as if his body were about to float away. He hurriedly turned his head, not daring to look again, and jumped down from the wooden bed, moving towards the door. Indeed, he was moving towards the door. At this moment, Fang Wen was still unable to adapt to his current body. He felt as if his feet were soft and unsteady, as if he might fall at any moment, and the lengths of his hands and feet felt awkward, as if they had grown significantly longer.

The old man let out a few sinister chuckles, gave a thumbs up, and then slowly gestured downward with his thumb. He sneered and said loudly, "Little one, this is going to be very painful. If you can't endure it, just scream! Yell! No one here will mock you. Hehe, hahahaha! Prepare to inject the KX-1 functional repair fluid!"

The boisterous laughter of Xue Liu suddenly ceased. He coughed forcefully a few times and, with an air of utmost seriousness, commanded loudly: "Inject the latest S-500 culture solution. Inject Growth Hormone No. 3. Oh dear, this child's physique is too poor. To bring his body up to the standard of a normal person within just one month, the cost will be quite substantial—"

Professor Feng glanced at Xue Liu with a sideways look and suddenly sneered, "Moral standards? I could say that, but you at the Xue family have conducted who knows how many live experiments, and you still talk about moral standards." He turned around with his hands behind his back and said coldly, "No matter how you stir things up, my disciple is entrusted to you. If anything goes wrong, just wait and see."

The warm breeze brushed against Fang Wen's face, bringing with it the scent of sunshine and fresh grass. It was a vitality-filled, invigorating aroma. This was a beauty that Fang Wen had never experienced in his eighteen years of life. In the oppressive city of Beijing, within the stifling courtyard, and amidst the stagnant and foul family relationships, Fang Wen had never felt such a wonderful atmosphere.

Grasping Fang Wen's head, he turned it towards the group of children who were running swiftly, watching as they jumped up one after another, soaring several meters high, gliding on the wind. Professor Feng exclaimed loudly: "Fang Wen, my cherished disciple, welcome to the Pampas grassland, welcome to join the Wind Gate! Welcome, to enter the martial world!"

Among the children galloping across the grassland, one child suddenly let out an excited scream. He soared into the air with a light body, rushing towards the soaring eagle

Fang Wen remembered that his hands used to be rough, dark yellow, resembling the paws of a monkey. Moreover, it seemed that the size of these hands was a bit too large.

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Fang Wen's mind was in a state of chaos as he clutched his head and screamed loudly. The child's actions had already exceeded the limits of his imagination. How could a person glide like a bird? How is that possible? How is that possible? How is that possible?

Amidst the green pines and cypress trees, and countless clusters of yellow chrysanthemums, there is a black-and-white photograph of Fang Wen draped in black gauze. Groups of relatives from the Fang and Lin families sit expressionlessly on benches in front of the portrait, resembling a group of thieves meeting to discuss stolen goods, occasionally huddling together to whisper a few words. In front of the crystal coffin containing 'Fang Wen's body,' his biological parents, wearing relaxed smiles, are greeting the friends and relatives who have come to pay their respects. Throughout the mourning hall, a group of young delinquents with disheveled, dyed hair is present, and not a single person is genuinely mourning Fang Wen's 'death.' In front of the crystal coffin containing 'Fang Wen's body,' his biological parents, wearing relaxed smiles, are greeting the friends and relatives who have come to pay their respects. Throughout the mourning hall, a group of young delinquents with disheveled, dyed hair is present, and not a single person is genuinely mourning Fang Wen's 'death.'

The dome rises nearly one hundred meters high, with soft white light cascading down from the polished ceiling. The smooth floor exhibits a warm milky white hue, and the surrounding walls are also milky white, pristine and clean, creating a very comfortable atmosphere. Within the hall, which has a perimeter of nearly one kilometer, dozens of large instruments are placed, encircling the large container in which Fang Wen is situated.

Especially ... ...

Xue Liu's methods can only be described as extraordinary. The technology he possesses should not have existed on Earth in 2015

Xue Liu let out a few strange chuckles and subtly made a gesture of cutting his throat towards Fang Wen

The Four Great Secret Gates of Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon! You are my close disciple, Master Feng Da, the Lord of the Wind Gate

Dozens of robotic arms continuously rotated around Fang Wen, injecting minute amounts of growth hormone into his body according to Xue Liu's loud commands. Fang Wen's body grew in accordance with Xue Liu's design, transforming into a form that was entirely different from his previous self.

In the nightmare, he was cast into the eighteen layers of hell, enduring endless torment from countless ghosts and deities. Even in his sleep, he could feel the piercing pain that nearly shattered his soul, a pain so intense that it almost brought him to death. Then, just as he began to acclimate to this excruciating pain, even starting to feel a strange pleasure within it, a burst of light appeared before his eyes, and he woke up just like that

The refreshing breath suddenly transformed into a raging fire, engulfing every cell of Fang Wen's body in a fierce blaze. Fang Wen felt as if countless rough saw blades were desperately stirring within and outside of him, grinding him into a mass of flesh, and then forcefully hammering and roasting him on a red-hot iron plate. Pain, excruciating pain surged from all the nerve endings, directly emanating from the depths of his brain. Fang Wen let out a miserable cry; having never experienced such immense suffering, he fainted from the agony.

The excited elderly man forcefully struck a red button on the control panel in front of him

Before me lies an endless expanse of lush green, with the verdant grass, almost a shade of azure, stretching from beneath my feet to the horizon.

"No!" Xue Liu looked at Professor Feng with immense grievance and exclaimed, "As a researcher with a high moral standard, how could I possibly use your apprentice for experiments? I merely wish to validate some of my hypotheses on your apprentice. Just look, it is quite difficult to find someone like him, a natural Wind Spirit Body yet inherently flawed like a monkey, such a peculiar specimen."

Professor Feng glided out from a portal in the wall like a ghost, effortlessly covering over a hundred meters, silently arriving behind Xue Liu. He extended his right index finger and gently tapped the back of Xue Liu's heart, speaking softly: "Xue Liu—troubling my student—how interesting it is—"

The wildflowers bloom abundantly in the grass, instantly adding patches of colorful rainbows to the boundless prairie, creating a spectrum on the ground

"Are you using my disciple for experiments?" Professor Feng's eyes bulged out in shock

The sound of the whistling wind comes from my ears, long and short, sometimes loud and sometimes soft. The sound of the wind, along with the cheerful laughter of children. That laughter also comes and goes, sometimes distant and sometimes near, fleeting like thunder sweeping across the sky, elusive.

Fang Wenmeng raised his hands, looking at the pair of delicate, pure white palms that resembled mutton-fat jade. Fang Wen let out a cry of despair: "What the hell! Are these my hands?"

A hawk suddenly descended from the sky, striking fiercely with its talons at a wild rabbit that had just emerged from the ground

"Just wait and see," Xue Liu muttered softly. "What if I accidentally kill your disciple? I will unleash the Ten Thousand Poison Great Formation and see if that old ghost can break in. Hmph, can I do whatever I want? I will definitely inject ten times the dosage of the energy liquid. Damn it, can I do whatever I want? Wahahahahaha!" Xue Liu's eyes sparkled brightly, a fleeting glimmer of cold light like snow. Wahahahahaha!" Xue Liu's eyes sparkled brightly, a fleeting glimmer of cold light like snow.

He was holding his head and spinning in place a few times, just as he was about to collapse to the ground, a figure suddenly appeared before him.

After a long nightmare, Fang Wen finally woke up

The small feet, covered in dust and grass, landed on the back of the dark eagle. The eagle, soaring more than three meters above the ground, seemed unaware of the additional weight, effortlessly flapping its wings and continuing to ascend. The child waved their arms, striking a pose of soaring in the wind on the eagle's back, and was thus lifted up to over thirty meters high by the eagle.

Fang Wen glanced at the old man and gently nodded.

Gudong! Fang Wen fell backward, rolling his eyes and fainting.

Xue Liu pressed the control panel rapidly with both hands, and a three-dimensional holographic image of a person appeared in mid-air. He smiled and said, "Look at what I have prepared for your disciple. His innate deficiencies are so severe that reaching his current emaciated state is already a testament to his resilience. I can restore his body to make up for the eighteen years of loss within a month." Rubbing his hands together in excitement, Xue Liu continued, "You see, we can customize his body here within a month. Height, measurements, weight, including the length of his little brother, I am seventy percent confident that I can adjust it all back."