林风把眼前这片歪七扭八、植被长得跟老太太织的毛衣似的山林骂了句娘。青云山脉是他从小摸到大，地形再熟也能掐着指头数清楚。可现在这鬼地方，别说灵气了，连根像样的灵草都难找。

“操！这算哪门子鬼画符？”他一脚踹飞脚下块巴掌大的青苔，“老乌龟翻了个儿？我看是你龟孙子翻的！”

正骂得带劲，腰间传来电震得他手一抖。掏出那部能通讯的破手机，屏幕上红光闪烁，一条陌生号码发来的信息：老林，你在哪？有急事。

林风皱眉，“老林？哪个老林？我在这鬼林子呢，嫌我活得不够憋屈是不是？”信息是梁子发的，那个曾经跟他争过/drive/的富二代。这小子最近转性在修真圈混，居然还找到自己了？

他回了个“在哪儿”，心想逼急了这败家子，说不定真会找人来寻仇。哪知道几分钟后，发现自己手机扔包里了，这才意识到这破手机信号早坏了。

“操！”他暴起一拳砸在旁边……呃，一棵歪脖子树上。树皮飞溅，拳头跟铁锤似的闷响。林风这才彻底傻眼——这身修为怎么突然没了？

前一秒还在运转“流云九转诀”，后一秒丹田空空如也。他摸着发烫的脸颊，冷汗瞬间就下来了。难道是刚才在酒吧喝多了，出了岔子？可明明记得只灌了几瓶劣质“回魂酒”。

“不，不可能！”林风死死盯着前方阴沉的天空，“难道……我转修了？”

Correction, his whole body shuddered, as if it were hit by lightning. He could’t believe it. His mind went blank for a second. As if he had suddenly crossed a thick fog, everything became clear. But it was more real than ever before. The air seemed to be filled with a strange power, which made him feel a sense of power.

“难道这就是传说中的……‘法力无天’？