The Witch Hunter System

Chapter 1162: Cultivation Mishap

"Don’t worry, Sovereign Trueblue. I know what I am doing," Vaan assured the Heavenly God-level bodyguard before lightly adding, "Besides, do I not have all of you?"

Sovereign Trueblue and the other True Gods could only respond with forced smiles.

While the True God Galevyr and the other True Gods found no problem in being assigned protection duty, Sovereign Trueblue honestly felt it beneath him. There were other things better worth his time and effort.

After all, how much danger could there be with ten True Gods guarding Vaan?

Unless he sought death himself, ten True Gods were more than sufficient to keep him safe in the Myriad Sea God Palace.

There was no need to add a Heavenly God into the formation.

Alas, since it was Empyrean Oceanheart’s order, Sovereign Trueblue couldn’t refuse. It could only carry out the task dutifully. If Vaan suffered a mishap, most of the blame would fall on his shoulders.

Nevertheless, the True Divinity-level bodyguards were overthinking.

Although a certain level of danger existed within the Nine Divine Starwind Realm, Vaan was confident in controlling the situation.

After all, it was only a Rank 7 cultivation realm.

With his Divine Emperor-level Magic Path, he was fully capable of escaping the dangers of powerful windstorms in the event that his physical body couldn’t handle the tempering.

He already had a deep understanding of the Nine Divine Starwind Realm’s dangerous wind environment, thanks to the Myriad Sea God Palace’s accumulated knowledge over the years.

With so much information on the windstorm, Vaan believed that the unpredictable windstorms wouldn’t be so unpredictable anymore in front of him.

Unless the information of countless thousands of authors was incorrect, his confidence was to be expected. He had fully comprehended the nature of the Nine Divine Starwind Realm’s windstorms.

’On this trip to the Nine Divine Starwind Realm, the windstorm-ravaged regions where I’ll be cultivating aren’t a big concern,’ Vaan thought.

’Even if the local vassal clans and tribes suddenly rebelled, they wouldn’t be any threat. The strongest being they have is only at the Divine Knight rank. The True Divinities won’t even need to intervene. I can handle them myself.’

’As such, the only real danger would come from the unknown—things the Nine Divine Starwind Realm might hide that even the Myriad Sea God Palace doesn’t know about, despite having it under tight leash.’

’However, this is extremely unlikely...’

If Vaan suddenly encountered the source of corruption on this trip to the Nine Divine Starwind Realm and discovered a hidden base of Corrupted Ones or Outerworlders, that would be some terrible bad luck.

After all, he had personally selected this cultivation realm.

’I wouldn’t jinx myself by saying nothing will go wrong during this trip to the Nine Divine Starwind Realm, would I?’ Vaan thought wryly.

Logically, the Nine Divine Starwind Realm was still within the Myriad Sea God Palace’s territory. Thus, it should still be shielding him from his life tribulations.

’Whatever. I’ll deal with them as they come.’

Without further thought, Vaan entered the teleportation gate and arrived in the ravaged lands of the Nine Divine Starwind Realm, followed by the ten True Gods and one Heavenly God.

The Nine Divine Starwind Realm was a vast yellow planet with many barren lands and dried-up seas. In the crop cultivation regions that weren’t protected by the dome-shaped magical barriers, powerful windstorms ravaged the land and sky.

At a glance, it seemed like no life existed outside of these magical barriers.

However, the seemingly barren lands and dried-up seas were home to countless members of the Wind Spirit Clan, spread across numerous tribes, villages, and kingdoms. Besides them, many underground shelters with water sources existed for visiting disciples. ℟𝘢ƝO͍𐌱ËṨ

Vaan’s attention focused on the nine celestial sandworm-like wind currents that encircled the realm, moving in seemingly unpredictable patterns between heaven and earth, yet never clashing with each other, only narrowly brushing past at times.

Even so, countless minor windstorms would be generated from these close encounters to ravage the lands below.

It could be said that these Nine Divine Starwinds were the source of the realm’s wind power. Their seemingly perpetual movement produced infinite wind energy.

If even one of these Nine Divine Starwinds disappeared, the realm would lose its meaning.

’Although the Wind Spirit Clan has countless tribes, villages, and kingdoms built throughout the realm, its members rarely idle in one place. Wind Spirits usually follow along the path of the unpredictable windstorms.’

’They are free spirits, chasing after the winds.’

’During my cultivation here, I will inevitable encounter and attract the Wind Spirits’ attention and curiosity. However, none will likely reach out to me unless I achieve significant progress in my Wind Spirit Body.’

Vaan mused.

The Wind Spirits of the Nine Divine Starwind Realm were like highborns.

They wouldn’t be interested in contracting someone with a Low-rank Wind Spirit Body. Even a Peak-rank Wind Spirit Body wouldn’t enter their eyes.

After all, how could such ordinary Wind Spirit Bodies be better than their home world, full of wind energy?

At the very least, a Divine-rank Wind Spirit Body was needed.

"Sir Vaan should be careful. Although these Wind Spirits are friendly and quite innocent in nature, if you accidentally hurt one, you’ll anger the whole lot and be swarmed by them all," True God Galevyr kindly reminded.

"Thank you, Sir Galevyr." Vaan acknowledged.

Naturally, the chances of him hurting a Wind Spirit were quite low since he came to be beaten by the wind, not to win the wind.

Sovereign Trueblue was somewhat curiosity about how Vaan planned to cultivate in the Nine Divine Starwind Realm.

After all, he didn’t exactly share the details with them.

Everyone’s expression quickly changed when they noticed he started stripping himself bare without so much as a piece of cloth to cover his private parts.

Shortly after, Vaan dived straight into a violent region of windstorms.

???

"What the... fuck?"

Vaan’s action immediately dumbfounded Sovereign Trueblue and the ten True Gods, even giving some of their fragile hearts a fright.

After all, Vaan was only a Divine Warrior-level Body Refiner. Yet, he dived straight into a High-level Rank 6 windstorm.

Given Vaan’s Divine Emperor-level Magic Path, they would have been assured if he had shielded his body with a magical barrier. However, the problem was that he didn’t use any protection!

Using his bare body to confront the destructive wind!

What is this madness?!

"Hm?!"

Just as Sovereign Trueblue and the ten True Gods prepared to take action to save Vaan, they noticed the destructive wind failed to damage his flesh in the slightest.

Given the destructive power of a High-level Rank 6 windstorm, it would have no problem shredding a Divine Warrior-level Body Refiner.

Yet, what were they seeing?

The billions of wind blades lashing at Vaan’s fleshly body failed to even leave a mark! This was not the fleshly body of a Divine Warrior-level Body Refiner!

It had to be a Divine Knight-level fleshly body at least!

"How weird. Sir Vaan’s fleshly body gives off the aura of a Divine Warrior-level Body Refiner, yet it is as powerful as a Divine Knight-level Body Refiner. What kind of physique is this?"

"If Sir Vaan isn’t practicing some secret art to hide his true cultivation, then I’m afraid this physique of his is beyond extraordinary. A physique that grants an entire rank higher capabilities is unheard of."

"It certainly is difficult to measure the vastness of the ocean from the bottom of a trench. This level of talent truly leaves this Sovereign speechless."

While Sovereign Trueblue and the ten True Gods were amazed by the unexpected extraordinariness of Vaan’s fleshly body, Vaan moved on to challenge an official Rank 7 windstorm.

After all, a High-level Rank 6 windstorm was too weak to temper his body. Only higher-level windstorms would have some effects.

Naturally, Vaan had also put away the Pompos during this nude cultivation trip. No amount of shamelessness would allow him to live-stream his birthday suit in front of so many beings.

His bare body would be permanently plastered all over the internet.

Nevertheless, seeing the Low-level Rank 7 windstorm have little effect on his fleshly body, Vaan searched for an even higher-level windstorm.

The tempering effect of a Low-level Rank 7 windstorm was just too limited and slow.

Only after his fleshly skin started splitting with blood under the relentless barrage of Mid-level Rank 7 wind blades did he finally decide to stay and cultivate in this destructive wind region.

With his regenerative prowess constantly mending his damaged skin, his blood energy also depleted rapidly. Surprisingly, his powerful regeneration showed limited effects. The quality of his fleshly body was beyond its ability to repair quickly.

Still, Vaan did not rely on any blood supplements or healing potions.

The more damaged his body, the better the tempering effects.

Many Wind Spirits passed by, curious about Vaan’s existence and actions. Some stayed with an increasing interest in his activities.

Despite Vaan’s bloodied state, he showed enthusiasm as he challenged the wind. This prompted some mischievous Wind Spirits to hurl some seemingly harmless wind attacks his way.

After all, he seemed to enjoy such a beating.

"Hm?!"

Vaan naturally noticed the additional wind blades, but they were too weak to break his fleshly body. Thus, it didn’t concern him much.

However, several wind blades altered the trajectory of the windstorm, causing a current of powerful wind to curve upward, striking him from below.

Swoosh!

A sharp pain shot up from his nether region, prompting Vaan’s body to curl up, his face grimacing in nausea, discomfort, and regret.

"Ugh... My dragon balls..."

Such an underestimation of the Wind Spirits had cost him dearly!

The impact of such powerful winds naturally wouldn’t feel like a tickle on his fragile nuggets. Even if he had balls of steel, it still felt like a full-force strike of a sledgehammer.

The shock and pain traveled throughout his body, making him feel sick!

’Alas, this weakness of men is difficult to overcome,’ Vaan smiled ruefully with difficulty while curling up like a snail.

Although such a sensitive part also required tempering, the power had to be strictly controlled. Otherwise, he wasn’t sure if he could endure such continuous torment.

No wonder some men said they would rather fist-fight lions than get kicked in the balls repeatedly!

This kind of torment... who can endure it?!