Questioning Like the Wind

In the realm of immortality, Shi Feng was born a waste. He has been unable to condense Qi for a lifetime, and even the lowest-ranking servant in the academy is better than him. The tribesmen shook their heads, his classmates avoided him, and even the spirit stone test was silent on him. But he can hear it. When he was seven years old, he "heard" the breath of the wind for the first time in the pine forest. From then on, everything had a sound in his ears - the rhythm of the sap flowing in the old maple tree, the lingering sound of Ta Xue's heartbeat before he died, and the trembling of the wood grain in Liu Xiaodie's pen when she put down her pen. He can hear things that others cannot hear, even things that deep down in the heart dare not say. Four hundred years ago, ancestor Shi Tian deployed the Bailing Spirit Locking Formation to suppress the lingering thoughts of the dragon demon clan. Four hundred years later, the formation is gradually weakening, and the Shi family's bloodline is about to dry up. Under the pressure of strict family rules, frequent assassinations, and the deaths of relatives one after another, Shi Feng discovered that it was not that he had no spiritual power, but that his spiritual power had been supporting another system. The trash in the eyes of the world is actually the last and most critical bloodline node of the entire formation. He does not rely on spiritual power to practice. He just listens. Ask about the ten realms of your mind, and tap your heart step by step. When four hundred years of accumulated blood vibration poured into his palm, Shi Feng finally understood the words left by Shi Tian—— "If anyone could understand what this mountain is saying..." The heart is like the wind. Pass without staying. But where the wind blows, everything grows.