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As far as Han Fulai knew, the term "Wind Flower" was originally just a code word used by people in the old Mondstadt era to communicate and pledge resistance. At that time, people often said, "The stronger the wind, the more stable the roots of the 'Wind Flower' and the more brightly the flower blooms."

To put it in a way that Han Fulai, a Chinese person, is familiar with, it would be...

The true meaning of "Wind Flower" is that "where there is oppression, there is resistance."

Wendy laughed, a hearty laugh.

"Haha, well said. Well, this ancient emblem is actually the ornament of the 'Knight of the Dawn' Lygenfender from a thousand years ago. The wind itself is invisible and intangible, but the ever-turning windmills and the swaying flowers on the green ground are the 'visible wind,' which are showing people that the gentle wind is always watching over the land of Mondstadt and all living beings."

"If you ask me, the 'Wind Flower' doesn't exist, yet it's everywhere. It's the soul yearning for freedom, the courage to chase the wind... Everything beautiful and worthy of blessing can be a 'Wind Flower'—something that seems nonexistent, yet is everywhere, like the wind, and..."

Han Fulai interjected: "...Time?"

Wendy nodded.

"Therefore, the wind god Barbatos will not define what a 'wind flower' is. A flower of blessing, a flower of reverence, a flower of deep love. Everyone will have their own 'wind flower,' and everyone has the right to define it freely. — This is my hint to you, and also my trial for you: Go into her dream and find the 'wind flower.'"

Chapter 307 Song of the Wind

Although Wendy spoke in a very mysterious way, using terms like "time," "secret," and "flower of the wind," the task he wanted Han Fu to complete was actually quite clear:

Enter Yura's dream, search for the "Flower of Wind," and awaken Yura's consciousness from her dream.

If all goes as expected, the secrets Wendy has been hiding will be revealed as a reward at the end of this "trial".

Well, the mission itself doesn't sound complicated. Han Fulai has been to places like consciousness space or dreams before, so he's quite experienced.

Not long ago, he had touched Xiao's dream in order to help Xiao suppress his "karmic obstacles".

If you ask him if he's confident, he's actually quite confident.

Han Fulai carefully put away the book "Snow White and the Six Dwarfs" and then kept the "Wind Flower," which was suspected to be a family heirloom of the Legenfender family, close to his body. He then glanced at the still sleeping Yura and said, "I'm ready. Let's begin the dream."

Wendy nodded: "Yeah, good luck, I believe in you."

Then the two of them stared at each other for more than ten seconds.

"Um...why don't you need to use some magic or something?" Han Fulai asked tentatively.

Wendy looked at him with a puzzled expression: "I heard that you used the 'Dreamwalking Technique' to solve the problem of that demon-slaying sage in Liyue?"

Han Fulai scratched his cheek somewhat embarrassedly: "Uh, I don't know the 'Dream Travel Spell,' so it was three immortals from Liyue who helped me cast the spell. We also asked a few good friends with divine eyes to assist us, and borrowed several immortal treasures..."

Now it was Wendy's turn to be shocked: "Aren't you that old man's successor? How come you don't even know this?"

Han Fulai helplessly spread his hands: "I've been too busy with work and haven't had time to learn... Besides, even if I did learn, I might not be able to master it..."

He wasn't being modest; immortal techniques are something you reap what you sow. Even a cultivation genius like Shen He spent over a decade cultivating on the mountain. How could he possibly learn them just like that...

Wendy's expression immediately became fascinating, probably a mixture of three parts suspicion, three parts annoyance, and four parts sudden realization after being scammed.

"...Damn it, that old man, so that's what he was planning! Do I look like a village chief from a newbie village? Does my village have the best sword in the whole village?...Rhinedot, Alice, Oz...Why does everyone want me to take care of the kids..."

Han Fulai remained silent, pretending not to hear Wendy's rambling.

After complaining about the old man behind his back for two minutes, Wendy finally coughed and said seriously, "Well, in that case, let's try a different approach. Wait for me a moment."

He waved his hand to remove the barrier of "Poem of the Wind God", and then ran to wake up the East Wind Dragon, who was lying dozing not far away.

Wendy, head held high, said, "Dvalin, I need your help... Yes, fix my violin. You broke it, so you're partly responsible, aren't you..."

Wendy pleaded, "...Oh no, it's all my fault...I used up so much energy creating this dream, I really need the 'Sky Harp'...um, you know I can't wear the crown right now..."

Wendy threw a tantrum, rolling on the floor: "Wow, you can't be this heartless, can you? Aren't we best friends... Please, just give me two tears, or even just one... If you don't cry, I'll cry for you to see..."

Han Fulai silently turned his head away, unable to bear looking directly at that shameful god.

Fifteen minutes later, Wendy strode back, holding the dazzling "Sky Harp" in her hands.

Its clear, melodious music could captivate the untamed wind dragon Dvalin, moving him to tears... perhaps.

Wendy stared at Han Fulai and said very seriously, "Listen, I'm going to sing 'Song of the Wind' in a moment. You need to listen carefully, feel it, and try to immerse yourself in the music, letting your heart resonate with it... Then, in this state, gather the power within you and sing along with me, understand?"

Originally, this was something Wendy intended for Han Fu to learn during this trial... but now, there's nothing that can be done about it...

Han Fulai took a deep breath, tried to relax his whole body, and entered the state he had been in when he was meditating with Shen He by the Biyue River.

Seeing this, Wendy moved her fingers slightly, and a clear and melodious piano sound instantly resounded throughout the entire nameless island.

Without needing to cast any extra spells, simply plucking the strings caused the surrounding wind elements to automatically converge on the instrument, making it even more dazzling.

The best bard on the entire continent began to sing his "Song of the Wind":

"The land is shattered, and the world is scarred."

The gods passed by, and their traces vanished.

Seeking poetry in lamentation, seeking dreams in prison.

Undeterred by worldly troubles and barriers, undaunted by the darkness ahead.

Spring flowers bloom again, and eagles soar through the blue sky.

The wind sings its song, and freedom arrives.

After singing it once, Han Fulai seemed to have a feeling.

He seemed to see the tower surrounded by tornadoes, the long struggle of mortals against tyrants; he saw slaves in the arena raising their swords to break their shackles; he saw countless flowers floating in the wind, their shapes gradually blurring, merging into the distant, wind-like sound of the zither.

When Wendy sang it a second time, he was already able to sing along with her.

The two different voices merged together, becoming indistinguishable and perfectly harmonious.

Gradually, Han Fulai felt as if a vortex had appeared before him, as deep as the darkest night, seemingly endless and without beginning or end... But at the end of the darkness, there seemed to be a faint glimmer of light.

His eyelids slowly grew heavy, but Han Fulai did not resist the sudden drowsiness and let his eyes slowly close.

He heard Wendy speaking to him.

Wendy said that people come together because of a shared will.

Wendy said that what brought us together must have been the wind of freedom.

Wendy said it comes from the end of the journey, from the edge of the world, from your heart and mine, and it never stops.

In his final moments of consciousness, he seemed to hear a faint voice chanting in his ear.

She said, "The wind brings new stories, and time turns them into myths."

The moon climbed high in the sky, and by the campfire on the nameless island, the poet had stopped singing.

Before the poet, a young couple appeared to be cuddling together, fast asleep.

The poet recalled that 2,600 years ago, an unnamed youth raised the banner of rebellion against the tyrant who ruled Mondstadt, using poetry and music. He rallied all his companions who yearned for freedom, and together they charged the tower.

At the end of the story, the boy sat beside the burning palace, nestled against the dead girl, and fell into an eternal sleep.

Perhaps in their dreams, they can change the ending of the story...?

Chapter 308: Revealing Ancient Events (1)

"The west wind will carry away the aroma of the wine."

The mountain winds brought news of victory.

The wind from afar stirs my heart.

The rustling sound sings of my longing for you.

The gentle singing drifted into his ears on the wind, causing Han Fulai to open his eyes.

What appeared before him was the high ground square of Mondstadt.

Highland Plaza is a wide, perfectly circular plaza with benches on the left and right sides of the circular corridors for visitors to rest. He is currently sitting on one of these benches.

The stained-glass windows of the church in the distance, the statue of the wind god nearby, and the bard singing in front of the statue and a few onlookers... everything was just like the Highland Square he remembered.

The only two differences are that there is no stage for the competition and no colorful flags hanging in the air, and there are far fewer people in the square, making the huge square seem a bit deserted.

Han Fulai looked up at the sky.

The sky was overcast, and it looked like it was about to rain, which was probably why there were so few tourists in the square.

He shook his head slightly, trying to shake off the lingering dizziness, but it was no use.

My head still hurts, and I can feel the veins throbbing near my temples. I'm not feeling well...like a hangover.

This experience of "entering the dream" was different from his previous experiences of entering the consciousness space. It really felt like the "time travel" described in online novels. Although he himself was a time traveler, he did not retain any memory of the time travel process. Perhaps this is what normal time travel should feel like?

This time, he clearly remembered the process of his "time travel": Wendy had hypnotized Yura with her chanting, and he had entered Yura's dream to awaken her. So he chanted the "Song of the Wind" as Wendy had instructed, and then he felt his consciousness being sucked into something like a vortex.

It's worth mentioning that the vortex was actually spinning around like a washing machine, and he was being sucked in and spinning around too... With all that shaking, it's no wonder he got a headache!

In comparison, Liyue's "Dreamwalking in the Realms" is much more benign, at least it doesn't cause much physical or mental torment to the caster...

Of course, the most important thing right now is not to complain about Wendy's Mondstadt version of "Dreaming of the Realms," but to find Yola.

Theoretically, he should be in Yura's dream right now... Hmm, this is indeed Mondstadt's high ground square, so, where is the dream's master, Yura?

Han Fulai looked around but didn't see Youla.

I don't know what kind of dream Yura was having, but the scene was definitely still in Mondstadt, and it didn't seem to be some kind of bizarre dream. The surrounding environment seemed quite normal. After all, this was Yura who ran away from home to Mondstadt to join the Knights of Favonius. Maybe she was also a knight carrying out missions in her dream?

How about we try looking for them at the Knights of Favonius first?

Just as he was about to get up, something clattered against his waist, and at the same time, something rolled out from his left side.

Han Fulai instinctively reached out his left hand and grabbed the object—a glass hourglass that would surely shatter if dropped on the ground.

He examined the hourglass in his hand. It was the typical Mondstadt hourglass design, but instead of sand, it contained some kind of transparent liquid. It looked like water, or perhaps mercury?

He was certain that the item was not his, and he had never received or purchased such an item from anyone else.

Could it be Wendy's doing?

Or perhaps it's a symbol from a dream?

Then he discovered that there seemed to be something wrong with his vision.

His vision seemed higher, and... his hands had grown larger; the hourglass looked a little small in his hands, and his skin felt much rougher...

Han Fulai quickly raised his right hand.

His palms were covered with old scars and calluses—this was not the hand of Yue Haiting's secretary holding a pen, but the hand of a martial artist holding a sword.

He noticed that a longsword had appeared at his waist at some point, with the knights' eagle emblem inlaid on its hilt.

It is the standard weapon issued to the Knights of Favonius, the "West Wind Sword".

Wait a minute... Han Fulai quickly looked down and scanned his own clothes.

The casual suit he wore when he came to the island with Wendy and the others was gone; in its place was the knight's uniform of the Knights of Favonius, the same uniform that Commander Jean wore when she gave her speech at the opening ceremony of the "Badminton Festival".

The clothes were ornate double-breasted, with the Knights' emblem printed on the chest, and a cape and sash. The sash did not have his blank God's Eye, which had turned into a medal, but the real wind-type God's Eye... This was definitely not his clothes—no, it should be said that this body was not his body!

Is this... is this considered "soul transfer" or "body possession"? His consciousness has entered another person's body?

Just as he was surprised, the "bard" who had been singing in front of the wind god statue finished his performance and ran towards him.

She kept calling his name as she ran.

"Rostam!"

Han Fulai's pupils dilated violently.

Rustam.

Rustan, the vice-commander of the Knights of Favonius five hundred years ago, the founder of "Frontier Swordsmanship," the most legendary commoner genius, a hero in the hearts of countless knights, and "Young Wolf."

His identity in this dream is actually Rustan, the "Knight of the North Wind" who sacrificed himself five hundred years ago?

...If his current appearance is indeed that of Rustan, it means that the time point of this dream is Mondstadt five hundred years ago.

So... could this blonde girl running towards him be...?

He couldn't think any further, because the next instant, the girl threw herself into his arms, knocking him back onto the bench.

Then something blinded him.

It's big and white.

Han Fulai had already recognized the enthusiastic and lively blonde girl as Rosalyn Cruzshika Loefat.

Five hundred years later, the girl who sang before the statue of the wind god would be fearfully called the "Witch of Flame," and would even slap the wind god Barbatos in front of this West Wind Cathedral and then rip out his heart...

The eighth executive officer of the Fools of Winter – codenamed "La Signora"!

Rosalind, perched on his waist, smiled brightly: "Russtan, we have to celebrate today!"