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Ning Rongrong finished writing and looked up again: "The stability is better than before."

There's no need to rush if the length doesn't increase immediately. Once we can stabilize the current length, we can gradually extend it.

That afternoon, Chen Yuan indeed went to the riverbank.

He found a willow tree near the riverbank, tied a thin strip of cloth to a branch, and stood by the river for a while, watching the wind change at different heights and times of day.

He stayed by the river for about an hour, until the sun began to set before getting up and returning to the city.

In the evening, Tang San came over again.

He sat down at the stone table: "Chen Yuan came to see me this afternoon and said he wanted to order an auxiliary tool that could sense the wind direction. I drew a preliminary sketch for him, using a thin iron rod as the main body, with a wind vane that can rotate freely at the top and a handle at the bottom, so that it can be held in the hand or stuck in the ground for fixation."

He looked at the sketch and thought it was feasible, saying he would try making one first.

Ling Feng said, "Then he can take that weather vane with him to the riverbank when he practices his skills in the future."

Tang San said, "Yes."

Once that thing is finished, he'll be able to perceive changes in the wind more clearly when he practices.

That night, Ling Feng and Qian Renxue sat under the eaves for a while.

Qian Renxue said, "If Chen Yuan's tool from today is made, it can indeed help him better perceive his environment."

Tang San said he would start targeting that weather vane tomorrow.

Ling Feng said, "After he finds his direction, his progress should be faster than before."

He's already looking for the tools for himself, which means he's starting to actively plan his own cultivation path.

Qian Renxue said, "Lin Mu also came by this afternoon."

Ling Feng turned his head to look at her: "He's here?"

Qian Renxue said, "They came this afternoon and said that the bluish-gray leaf will stay bright for longer today."

He stood in the courtyard for about fifteen minutes, a few breaths longer than before, and then left.

Ling Feng nodded: "Then his progress is also moving forward."

The sound of changing guards came from the other side of the city wall, coming from afar and then gradually fading away.

The night breeze swept through the courtyard, turning the withered leaf on the stone table over again.

Ling Feng stood up: "Chen Yuan should be coming again tomorrow morning."

Qian Renxue said, "He will probably bring that weather vane with him."

Ling Feng said, "Then he might practice for a longer time tomorrow than today."

Qian Renxue also stood up: "Then I'll brew an extra pot of tea tomorrow morning."

The two walked into the house together, and the wooden door closed with a very soft sound.

The night wind swept through the courtyard, turning the withered leaf on the stone table over again before continuing its journey.

When autumn reaches its deepest point in Wuhun City, the morning mist is no longer a thin layer, but a heavy blanket that clings to the ground until the sun has fully risen and dissipates.

On the morning of the fifth day after Chen Yuan finished making the weather vane, he took it into the courtyard of the offering hall.

The iron pole was slightly shorter than him, and a small weather vane was welded to the top with a thin iron sheet. The upward-facing side was ground very thin, so it would turn gently when the wind blew.

The bottom is wrapped with coarse cloth, so it won't slip when you hold it.

He stood in the center of the courtyard, not in a hurry to release his martial spirit, but first raised the weather vane, adjusted the angle, and made the top of the weather vane point in the direction of the morning breeze.

It slowly turned in the wind, then stopped in one direction, swayed slightly, and did not turn again.

Jin Chen walked in from outside the courtyard carrying a bowl of porridge. When he saw the weather vane in Chen Yuan's hand, he put down the bowl and asked, "Is that the one Tang San gave you?"

Chen Yuan said, "I just got it yesterday afternoon and tried it out. It's more sensitive than I expected."

It can spin even when the wind is light, and it spins faster when the wind is strong, but it won't get stuck.

Jin Chen took two steps closer and looked down at the weathervane: "The iron plate at the top is ground very thin, so even a slight breeze can make it rotate. If it was hand-polished, then it must have taken a lot of effort."

Chen Yuan nodded: "Master Tang said he tried several times when he was polishing it. If it was too thick, it would get stuck, and if it was too thin, it would be easily blown off course by the wind. He tried it three times before he determined the thickness."

Ling Feng walked out from under the eaves: "Then you can get used to it in the yard today, feel the wind vane's feedback to the wind at different angles, and after you are completely familiar with it, take it to the river to practice."

Chen Yuan said, "I want to practice a little longer in the yard today, and wait until I'm completely familiar with the feedback from the weather vane before I go to the river to try it out."

Qian Renxue came out of the house, put the teapot on the stone table, and sat down on the stone bench: "When you practice today, you can try to make the fog move in the direction indicated by the wind vane, instead of letting it rotate freely, and see if the direction of the wind will change the movement trajectory of the fog."

Chen Yuan nodded. He planted the weathervane in a corner of the yard where the soil was relatively soft, making it stable. Then he took a few steps back, raised his right hand, and the wisp of mist rose from his palm, slowly swirling in the morning light.

The metal plate at the top of the weathervane was slowly turning in the morning breeze. Chen Yuan's gaze moved back and forth between the weathervane and the fog, as if trying to establish a connection.

The wisp of mist began to slowly change shape, from a circle to a slightly flattened oval, and remained in the air for a while before it began to dissipate.

He gathered the fog back up and turned his gaze to the weathervane, as if searching for a pattern in that brief moment.

Ning Rongrong walked out of the offering hall, holding a record book in her hand, and sat down at the stone table: "How long did it take for the fog to change direction today?"

Chen Yuan thought for a moment, then withdrew the mist from his palm: "The time it takes to take two breaths."

Ning Rongrong wrote a few lines in the notebook: "Last time I practiced, it took three breaths, which is an improvement."

Chen Yuan nodded: "I think it can be even faster."

The trees arrived after the sun had risen a little higher.

As he entered the courtyard, he first noticed the weather vane stuck in the corner. He slowed his pace for a moment, but quickly looked away, stood under the eaves, and reached out to stick out the branch.

The bluish-gray leaf lit up faster and with more consistent brightness than yesterday.

He kept it lit for about ten steps, the same amount of time an average person would take, before slowly dimming it.

Ling Feng said, "You lit up even faster today."

Lin Mu said, "Yesterday I tried it a few times in my yard and discovered a new method: focus on the back of the leaf instead of the front."

Ling Feng asked, "What's the difference in feeling?"

Lin Mu said, "When the front is lit up, I need to forcefully control the light to go in one direction."

When the back of the leaf lights up, the light seems to grow naturally from the back of the leaf, without any effort.

Ling Feng nodded: "Then continue using this method."

Tang San came over in the morning.

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He carried no ironware, only a small cloth bag tied with hemp rope.

He sat down on the stone bench: "Is Chen Yuan's weather vane still working well?"

Chen Yuan said, "It's very easy to use, and it's more responsive than I expected."

Tang San said, "That's fine then."

If there's anything that needs adjusting, feel free to contact me anytime.

Chen Yuan said, "There's nothing that needs adjusting yet. I'll come back to you if there's anything I don't like after I use it a few more times by the river."

Tang San nodded.

Qian Renxue asked, "Has there been any news from Haifeng City?"

Jin Chen said, "Not yet."

The contact point is currently undergoing a rotation period; communication should resume once the rotation period ends.

If there are any new developments on the boy's side, he will send a message through Sea Breeze City.

The news from Sea Breeze City arrived two days later in the afternoon.

Jin Chen walked into the courtyard with the letter, sat down on the stone bench, took a sip of tea, and then opened the envelope. He took out a neatly folded piece of paper, unfolded it, glanced at it, and read: "The boy said that after he entered a meditative state the night before last, a slowly rotating ball of light appeared at the end of the silver passage. Its shape was irregular, as if it was gathering."

He said the light was brighter than the passage itself, and its edges were constantly changing, not yet forming a fixed shape.

After listening, Ling Feng did not respond immediately. He remained silent for a moment, as if he was reassembling the descriptions in his mind into a clearer picture.

Then he said, "What he saw was probably a spatial structure taking shape at the end of the passage."

If that beam of light continues to converge, it may form a fixed point.

Qian Renxue said, "Should we send someone over to confirm?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment: "Not for now."

Let him continue recording.

"Once he sees the ball of light coalesce and take shape, we'll decide on our next step."

Ning Rongrong made a few notes in the notebook: "His records now have a new direction, shifting from the passage itself to the light at the end of the passage."

Jin Chen folded the letter and put it in an envelope: "Then I'll reply tonight and tell him to continue at the current frequency."

That night, Ling Feng and Qian Renxue sat under the eaves for a while.

Qian Renxue said, "Chen Yuan practiced by the river for about half an hour today. When he came back, he said that the wind vane could help him predict changes in wind direction in advance. He could adjust the direction of the fog before the wind came, instead of waiting for the wind to blow the fog off course before adjusting it."

Ling Feng said, "Then he's already using that tool, and the tool has helped him more than he initially expected."

Qian Renxue said, "When he came back, he was more composed than before, as if after spending half an hour by the river, he had a new understanding of his relationship with the mist."

Ling Feng said, "He is indeed moving forward."

The night breeze swept through the courtyard, turning the withered leaf over once more.

Qian Renxue turned her head and glanced at Ling Feng: "Lin Mu came again this afternoon and said that the bluish-gray leaf will last longer today."

Ling Feng said, "Then he's moving forward too."

Qian Renxue didn't speak again. The two sat there, listening to the night wind slowly passing through the courtyard and then slowly fading away.

Autumn in Wuhun City has come to an end without anyone noticing.

The sycamore leaves at the city gate have all fallen, leaving only bare branches stretching towards the gray sky.

The fog was thicker than before this morning and wouldn't dissipate until the sun was fully up.

Every morning, Chen Yuan would appear on time in the courtyard of the offering hall, holding the weather vane in his hand, standing in the morning light, waiting for the moment when the fog would dissipate.