Chapter 127: The Art of Sunlit Skies and Clear Winds

A gentle breeze began to stir in the cool morning on the outskirts of the small town. Sunlight pierced through the massive maple trees, illuminating the hot spring behind the inn.

Eve soaked in the warm water, wrapped in a towel. She tilted her head back and squinted, letting the wind brush against her smooth, jade-like forehead, feeling all her exhaustion melt away.

"This is so comfortable."

Having shed her armor, the Lady in White stretched languidly, feeling weary, and leaned back against the pebbles that had been polished to a smooth, translucent sheen by the spring water.

"Eve, your skin is truly beautiful." She gazed at Eve’s fair, rosy complexion with envy. Eve turned her head and looked at the Lady in White. "You maintain yours quite well too, My Lady."

The Lady in White’s skin was no less radiant than a young girl’s; the Holy Light kept her body forever youthful and lovely.

"BOOM!" A thunderous crash suddenly erupted from the front of the inn, causing the surface of the hot spring to ripple violently.

Eve cast her gaze toward the disturbance. "They are still arguing out there."

After the elves returned, the dwarves had reopened the discussion regarding Lin Lei. In an effort to seize the initiative, the Lord had even summoned the alleged victims, blocking the entrance to the inn and demanding that Lin Lei be brought to justice.

"It doesn't matter." The Lady in White was beginning to sweat in the hot spring, and she wiped her face with a towel. "Brook and his men will hold those dwarves back."

Those human paladins now believed in Lin Lei’s innocence even more firmly than the elves did.

"He is the Demon King!"

Outside the inn, the Dwarf Lord shouted impatiently, "The witnesses and physical evidence are all here, along with so many victims! Why are you so insistent on protecting him?"

Brook and the human paladins stood before the inn, their longswords planted firmly in the ground, unmoved.

"My Lord, evidence can be fabricated, but the Holy Light will never deceive us."

A resolute glint flashed in their eyes; the Holy Light radiating from Lin Lei was of an unprecedented sanctity—even the aura surrounding the Archbishop was not as pure. The master of such exalted Holy Light could never possibly commit the acts the Lord described. Today, they were determined to clear Lin Lei’s name.

The Lord was livid. He shouted angrily into the inn, "You elves are actually relying on humans to help protect your master! Have you no shame?"

The argument had raged for an hour. Some elves inside the inn were watching, but they were busy eating and had no intention of getting involved.

"They chose to protect him themselves; we didn't invite them."

The elves inside the inn finished their meal and stepped outside.

"You are slandering our little prince; that is a grave charge!"

"Indeed, our Supreme King would never take an interest in your women!"

Neither the forest elves nor the night elves believed the dwarves' claims. Two mages emerged, carrying several books. "We have definitive proof that someone is framing the young Prince."

The gazes of the dwarves and the paladins shifted toward them. The two mages brought a stack of books and handed them to the Lord, Brook, and the others. *The Compendium of Ancient Elven Artifacts*—that was the title, but the crowd remained perplexed.

The mages continued, "Page seventy-two. Open it and take a look."

The crowd frowned and flipped to page seventy-two. Printed on the page was an image of an earring. It was the earring Lin Lei wore: The Goddess’s Tear.

The book contained information about the earring, and the very first sentence read: "The noble Goddess’s Tear can only be worn by a pure virgin."

The street fell deathly silent.

At that moment, the subject of their discussion, Lin Lei, was being fed water by other royal mages in his room.

"Young Prince, drink more; your skin will be even better."

"Don't worry about what's happening outside; we will clear your name."

"Finished? Have another cup!"

The mages were working hard to ply Lin Lei with water, which had been infused with spells to keep him clear-headed. They hoped this would dilute the brainwashing effects of the Holy Light on him.

"I can't drink any more! I really can't!"

Lin Lei couldn't take another drop. He blocked the pitcher and looked at the mages. "I am very grateful that you are so concerned for me, but I am truly fine."

"Gra... grateful..."

The mages' legs went weak. Heavens, the young Prince was expressing gratitude toward them—did this mean he was still not "fine"?

"Quick, drink! There’s not enough water!"

"Drink more!"

The mages redoubled their efforts to force the water down his throat. Lin Lei, bloated with water, grew annoyed. He snatched the pitcher away. "I told you I don't need it! Look at yourselves—your skin looks terrible from staying up all night. I think you should be the ones drinking this!"

He began pouring water for the mages. Upon seeing this, one mage collapsed on the spot.

"Oh dear, what’s wrong with old Blue-Head?" Lin Lei’s eyes widened in surprise. He bent down to help the mage up. "Quick, help me; I need to use the Holy Light to heal him."

Another mage suddenly collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

"Why did he fall over too?"

Lin Lei grew worried. These mages were far too fragile!

"Your Highness, please, stop worrying about us."

The other royal mages looked devastated. The more Lin Lei cared for them, the harder they were hit.

"Quick, pick those two up! We’re retreating—we’ll come back next time!"

The mages quickly hoisted their two companions. Lin Lei nodded repeatedly as he watched them.

"That's the spirit! If you aren't feeling well, go back and rest early!" He looked at the mages warmly. "I’ll write a new cultivation spell for you today."

A cultivation spell!

Hearing those words, the two collapsed royal mages immediately opened their eyes and sprang to their feet, full of life. The eyes of the other mages sparkled brighter than ever.

"The young Prince is going to create a new spell for us?"

Good heavens, this young Prince wasn't so bad after all; he had suddenly become quite diligent.

"Young Prince, is it that swordsmanship?" the mages asked, rubbing their hands in anticipation. The first thing they thought of was that sword strike in the swamp—it had been simply too cool! They had never played with swords since they were children; how could one become a cultivator without learning swordsmanship?

"No, not swordsmanship," Lin Lei said, shaking his head. "You probably can't use swordsmanship yet. I'm going to create a Level 0 spell that you can all use. It’s even more important than swordsmanship."

"A Level 0 spell?"

The mages were a bit disappointed, but upon hearing it was more important than swordsmanship, they felt a tingle of excitement.

"Then what is it exactly?"

"Young Prince, give us a hint!"

Lin Lei turned to look at the sunlight streaming through the arched floor-to-ceiling window in the corridor. "I call it the 'Sunlit Breeze Technique.' It can help you cultivate faster, convert mana into *Zhenqi* more rapidly, and accelerate your *Zhenqi* recovery. The higher your level, the better the effect. It’s very useful for me, too."

As he spoke, the mages’ hearts nearly stopped. Heavens, isn't this just internal energy cultivation! It could speed up cultivation and convert mana—this was the kind of internal skill they had always wanted. They never expected Lin Lei to be able to invent it right now.

This was incredible. It must have been the Holy Light *Zhenqi* that provided him with the inspiration.

"Young Prince, I have waited so long for this!"

"But 'Sunlit Breeze Technique' is such a long name... is there a simpler term for it?"

"Of course," Lin Lei nodded. "A simpler term would be 'meditation' or 'breath regulation'!"

The mages suddenly fell silent. What? Meditation? Breath regulation?

Do you take us for people who have never read a cultivation novel? What kind of spell is this! Isn't this just the standard meditation mages already do?