"Riding the Clouds and Driving the Fog!"
Yang Jian was practicing the various divine techniques taught to him by Zhou Chen. Because he was inherently a Half-Immortal, naturally possessing Magical Power, and extraordinarily gifted.
He mastered all the spells and divine techniques instantly.
With a swoosh, he flew into the sky.
"Ah!"
Yang Jian exclaimed in surprise, not expecting such speed. Before he could react, he had soared into the air.
But startled, he forgot to maintain his technique, and his body, under the influence of gravity, plummeted back down.
"Ah!"
Yang Jian cried out as he fell with a splash into a nearby fertile paddy field.
This paddy field had not been cultivated yet.
Wild grass was abundant, and the grass was lush green.
Yang Jian dove headfirst from the sky into the field, his head submerged in mud and water plants.
He twisted his head, trying to get up, but unexpectedly, there was a hole under the field, and he plunged in, drenched all over.
