Ming Dynasty: Gain one supernatural power every day

He was about to click to view the details, and his finger had just touched the words "Click to view details" on the panel when a semi-transparent "GG" box suddenly popped up in front of him. "Let me see GG for 30 seconds first!"

Just kidding, how could the main character possibly be looking at GG!

The size and number of somersault clouds are not fixed, but determined by the spiritual power of the one who bestows the power. After several enhancements of his supernatural abilities, Zhu Gaoxi's spiritual power is now four times that of when he first acquired the Sword Control Technique.

It was able to cover the entire Yingtian Prefecture back then, and now its coverage area is equivalent to three percent of the total territory of the Ming Dynasty, enough to cover one-seventh of a medium-sized province.

If he were to exert his full power, the somersault cloud he conjured could reach the size of the entire Yingtian Prefecture.

Enlightening ordinary people is much simpler: each person can only bind to one cloud, which must be recognized by their essence and blood, and its size is approximately one cubic meter. Clouds can merge with each other; two merged clouds double in size, three merged clouds triple in size, and so on. Speed ​​is not affected.

Once the Somersault Cloud recognizes its master, it becomes intimately connected with them. The protagonist can summon it at will within the range of their mental energy. Ordinary people have weaker mental connections; they can only easily control it when close, and need to call its name to bring it over when far away. It can be named independently and can also carry those approved by its master.

What interested him most was the speed. The panel clearly stated: The speed of the Somersault Cloud varies depending on individual physique. The host himself can reach a maximum speed of ten times the speed of sound, while ordinary people, after being bound, can only reach a maximum speed of 0.1 times the speed of sound.

What does ten times the speed of sound mean? It can cover dozens of miles in the blink of an eye. The distance from south to north in the Ming Dynasty was only tens of thousands of miles, which would take the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

As for 0.1 times the speed of sound, that's already ridiculously fast for the average person.

The Ming Dynasty's northern and southern borders covered approximately 10,000 li, or 5,000 kilometers. At 0.1 times the speed of sound, which is about 34 meters per second, it could travel nearly 500 li per hour.

In other words, an ordinary person could fly from Beijing to Guangzhou in a single day by somersaulting on a cloud, with the option to stop and have a meal along the way.

Having said that, he enveloped Yingtian Prefecture with his spiritual power. There were a few thin clouds in the night sky, which looked a bit dark, but in fact, clouds have no color; it's just that light refracts differently.

He didn't immediately conjure up a large cloud; after all, it was so late, and a cloud that big descending would be terrifying. He spread out his spiritual power, found a thin cloud above an osmanthus tree, and flicked a drop of his essence blood into the cloud with his fingertip.

The drop of blood disappeared into the cloud, and the thin cloud trembled slightly, its entire body shimmering with a soft white luster, shrinking from a fluffy cloud into a somersault cloud about a few cubic meters in size.

Then he controlled the cloud to descend slowly, fly to the house, and hover at his feet. As for why no palace maids or eunuchs saw it, he had mentioned before that he had something to do at night and told them not to come near.

"Is it this bouncy? It feels quite nice." He poked it.

He stepped onto it, and the white, cotton-like Somersault Cloud steadily supported him, feeling like he was stepping on a large piece of freshly fluffed cotton, but with a bit more resilience.

With a thought, he slowly rose the somersault cloud to the height of the eaves, then deftly landed back on the ground. He tried to change its shape, stretching it into a bed just big enough to lie down in; curling it into a fluffy, soft cloud sofa; and unfolding it into a large cloud blanket, covering half the yard. It was so comfortable and fun, doing whatever he wanted.

"Since you can change shape at will, I'll use you from now on." He jumped down from the cloud and patted its soft surface.

"I'll call you Xiao Jin, like the Jin in Somersault Cloud. From now on, whenever you hear this name, come here on your own."

The white cloud trembled slightly, as if nodding.

The night breeze was cool, and he got excited. He stepped on the small tendon and slowly floated into the night sky.

At this hour, everyone is asleep, and no one will look up to see someone lying on the clouds. It's just a joke; even if you look up, you won't see them.

He lay down on the cloud, and the dense cloud automatically adjusted to fit his body perfectly, even more comfortable than the rosewood canopy bed in the Prince's mansion.

It's late at night, let's eat something! He used his ingenuity to create a small table and then used a gourmet dining table to order several dishes of food—abalone and scallops, noodles with soybean paste, fried pork rolls with cheese, crab leg meat in soy sauce, sweet shrimp rice with salted egg yolk, and orange milk mousse.

He ate the delicious food, gazed at the bright moon overhead, and sighed contentedly. He thought that only feeding his older brother and the others fried chicken and hamburgers seemed a bit unfair; he'd treat them to something better next time.

It was pleasant, but I felt like something was missing.

I remember before, he went to play games with friends right after eating. If only he could play a couple of rounds of Valorant now, calling out "Mommy" a couple of times! Or maybe he could go into Delta Force and give the enemy a good beating until they break through and start talking. No, wait, he should block the bridge; he's already called me "Mommy," no need to waste his time.

It's a pity we traveled through time; there are no electronic products or the internet yet.

Looking at the moon, I suddenly remembered something important. I was about to go to Annam with Zhu Di to fight. The army would be traveling a long and bumpy road, and the conditions at the post stations would be terrible.

He was used to living in Prince Rui's mansion, and he was a homebody in his previous life, so he was afraid he wouldn't be able to sleep soundly in an unfamiliar place.

He can't just build houses with divine craftsmanship wherever he goes, conjuring up a mansion out of thin air in every place he goes. That would be too much like a construction worker, and he's not a civil engineering senior.

With the somersault cloud, they could take a large piece and use their divine craftsmanship to build a small mobile palace on it. The army could march on the ground while he lived in the sky, enjoying both comfort and freedom.

Then he started fantasizing again, imagining that if Zhu Di and his brothers saw the palace in the sky, their mouths would look like they wanted to eat people.

Following this thought, he remembered something else.

Now that we have a new mount—Little Tendon, why do we still need Little Gold?

The divine power of the Rat Talisman still remains in Xiao Jin's body. It was indeed impressive when it was first used to enlighten him, but now that he has the Somersault Cloud, he no longer needs to ride a dragon. It's uncomfortable and too ostentatious.

It would be somewhat wasteful to place that wisp of rat-shaped divine power on it. He closed his eyes, sank his spiritual energy into his body, and slowly separated that wisp of divine power, which had been transformed from stillness to movement, from his spiritual connection with Xiao Jin.

Having lost the divine power, Xiao Jinbing reverted to a wooden sculpture. It has to be said, capitalists are too heartless. They call you "Little Sweetheart" when they need you, and "Wang Sweetheart" when they don't.

He held that wisp of divine power in his palm, the golden light dancing gently at his fingertips. This divine power could transform stillness into movement and give life to inanimate objects; it was more worthwhile to use it anywhere than to leave it on Xiao Jin.

That guy Xiao Jin, besides his three tricks of changing size, flying through the clouds, and summoning wind and rain, all he does is coil up on your hand and doze off, like a bracelet. He lives like a retired old cadre. If Xiao Jin knew Zhu Gaoxi said this, he'd be utterly wronged. "Wasn't it you who told me to coil up like that?"

To be honest, there are plenty of people who could replace Xiao Jin in these areas.

He lay on the cloud, pondering for a long time. Willow Goddess? Peerless beauty, top-tier looks and strength. Sword Mother? One of the Four Swords of Zhuxian, decisive and ruthless; if she stood on the Annam battlefield, the enemy would probably surrender immediately.

Although the summoned being wouldn't surpass him in strength and its supernatural powers would be greatly reduced, wouldn't it be more than enough to replace that useless Xiao Jin? Thinking about it carefully, Xiao Jin isn't even as good as his teacher. At least his teacher can speak, and although he can't understand it, that doesn't stop him from loving to learn foreign languages!

He tossed and turned in the clouds all night, and as dawn approached, he finally made a decision. Why choose when you can have it all? Just summon one a day, won't that solve the problem?