r18novel Chapter 125 Thunder Spirit Runes
Chapter 125 Thunder Spirit Runes
Chapter 125 Thunder Spirit Runes
Emperor Qi suppressed the turmoil in his heart.
In this duel, Emperor Qi barely managed to remain undefeated thanks to the power of the Dragon Pattern Sword.
However, in terms of magical power, spiritual strength, and the application of magical abilities, he was completely suppressed by the opponent.
The Purple Cloud True Lord from the Thundercloud Sect possessed thunder magic that reached the heavens and the earth, and his thunder escape technique was even more unpredictable. His figure flashed like lightning, elusive and unpredictable.
Despite the fierce sword strikes of the Emperor Qi, he couldn't even touch a single hem of his opponent's clothes.
If it weren't for True Monarch Zixiao's consideration for the powerful magic weapon, the Dragon Pattern Sword,
Or perhaps out of consideration for the guests who had come from afar, and unwilling to completely sever ties, they refrained from using magical artifacts of the same level.
She didn't even use her powerful magic, which was close to the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm, to forcefully crush him.
The Qi emperor has probably already suffered a crushing defeat.
After their duel above the clouds, the two finally agreed on the rules for their respective disciples to enter the secret realm and compete for the Thunder Soul Sect's opportunities.
After landing, Emperor Qi's divine sense swept across the entire area like a tide, secretly observing the three prodigies the other side had brought.
A bitter feeling welled up in my heart.
The female cultivator in the lead, Qiu Li, was surrounded by lightning spirits, and lightning patterns appeared with every move she made. Clearly, she had inherited the true teachings of True Monarch Zixiao and had extremely high attainments in lightning magic.
The swordsman held his left hand up, and a small sword phantom was faintly condensing between his brows. He had clearly cultivated the Heart Sword Realm, with his sword intent restrained and his sharpness hidden.
As for the young man surnamed Ji with the most impressive background, his magical treasures shimmered with spiritual light, each radiating a chilling aura. Even someone like Emperor Qi couldn't help but feel a hint of covetousness towards them.
The strength of these three is likely far superior to that of the nine greatest prodigies of the Qi Kingdom.
What frustrated Emperor Qi even more was that they were all protected by Nascent Soul level divine senses, which meant that while maintaining proper etiquette, he could only get a superficial understanding and was unable to investigate further.
Zixiao Zhenjun landed gracefully, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
Her divine sense swept over the group of young cultivators from the Qi Kingdom like a gentle breeze.
"That's interesting."
Her gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on the black jade pendant on the chest of the puppeteer Ning Bu'er.
The jade gleamed with a dim, faint light, barely forming a barrier that kept her consciousness out.
As for the other prodigies, under her powerful divine sense probing, they had virtually nowhere to hide—
The musical runes in Qin Chengcheng’s sea of consciousness flowed endlessly, vaguely outlining a blurry shape, and had actually touched the threshold of the soul entering the five elements.
Qi Wuba's internal organs surged with fire energy, like a rushing river. He had already cultivated his body refinement to the third level, and his physical strength far exceeded that of other cultivators of the same level.
The talismans hidden in Feng Qingjun's sleeve contained profound mysteries; each one contained a unique Daoist charm, and the interwoven spiritual patterns seemed to reveal the laws of heaven and earth.
Although Leng Jianfei had not yet condensed a complete sword intent, the sword energy around him had already begun to take shape, with its sharpness concealed and not yet unleashed.
Qi Yourong's body was surrounded by magical artifacts that shone with spiritual light, luxurious yet orderly. Each artifact perfectly matched her aura, clearly having been carefully selected and refined.
The others were also quite strong.
True Lord Zixiao nodded slightly, his tone carrying a hint of appreciation:
"Fellow Daoist Qi's teaching is excellent."
Your nation's prodigies have a solid foundation; to achieve such cultivation in this impoverished land demonstrates that talent, hard work, and opportunity are all indispensable.
She paused, then added:
"Fellow Daoist Qi is quite powerful, no less than the elders of our sect. The cultivation world of Qi Kingdom is full of talented people, unlike the rumors that say that there are no capable people in this remote border region."
"Zixiao's visit this time is quite an inconvenience."
As she finished speaking, she finally paid her respects to Emperor Qi in a formal manner, her posture elegant yet possessing the majesty of a Nascent Soul True Monarch.
Despite her profound cultivation, she dared not be careless in the slightest when facing the Dragon Pattern Sword, a national treasure and magical artifact, on the Qi Emperor's territory.
After all, even she might not be able to escape unscathed if she were to be struck by a sword.
The Emperor of Qi forced a smile and returned the greeting with a cupped hand:
"You flatter me, Fairy. My humble land is no match for the great cultivators of the Central Plains. I am afraid you will find me laughable."
His tone was humble, but his eyes involuntarily swept over the three prodigies of Zhongzhou, and his heart grew heavier.
What worried him even more was that he had heard that a young monk from the Vajra Temple had accompanied him as Qiu Li's strongman attendant, but his whereabouts were currently unknown.
After a brief exchange between the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs, Emperor Qi stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the entire arena like a torch, his voice booming like a bell, resounding in all directions:
"The rules for the opening of this secret realm have been agreed upon by both the Emperor and Fairy Zixiao—"
"Firstly, opportunities in the secret realm depend on individual ability; no one may join forces to attack someone who has already obtained the inheritance."
Secondly, those who enter must be no older than sixty years and must not be Core Formation cultivators or those who have previously achieved Core Formation.
At this point, Emperor Qi paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping over the people of Zhongzhou:
"As for the strongmen's attendants, although the restrictions have been relaxed, senior third-level body cultivators are strictly prohibited from entering."
As soon as he finished speaking, the white-browed old monk from the Vajra Temple stepped forward slowly, put his hands together, and bowed.
His robes moved without wind, and his body shimmered with golden light.
"Senior Emperor Qi, this humble monk Linghua has a request."
My junior brother Linghui, who accompanied me this time, is only twenty-five years old. Although he has already reached the threshold of the third level, he has not yet reached the level of a senior.
Could we make an exception and allow such a young Buddhist novice to enter?
Upon hearing this, Emperor Qi was shocked again. He was not even thirty years old and had already reached the third level of body refinement?
"A third-tier body cultivator under thirty?" Emperor Qi was secretly shocked. "When did such a monstrous talent emerge in the Central Plains?"
No wonder, when he was discussing the conditions for entering the secret realm with True Monarch Zixiao in the sky, the other party said that more opportunities should be given to young people, and the ban on third-tier strength cultivators was changed to a ban on senior third-tier body cultivators.
So that's what they were waiting for.
After thinking for a moment, Emperor Qi nodded in agreement: "Since they are all prodigies under the age of thirty, they can naturally enter. These are the future stars of our righteous path cultivators."
The future of the cultivation world will depend on these people.
His gaze was far-reaching, as if he could see through the long river of time, and his unspoken words contained profound meaning.
Upon hearing this, the Purple Cloud True Monarch's eyes flashed with lightning, and a trace of solemnity crossed her jade-like face. Her slender fingers unconsciously caressed the magical artifact in her sleeve, clearly having also grasped the hidden meaning in the Emperor Qi's words.
As the two Nascent Soul level pressures receded like a tide, the tense atmosphere in the arena immediately eased.
The figures of True Monarch Zixiao and Emperor Qi gradually disappeared into the void, and the two Core Formation True Immortals also departed, truly handing over this world to the younger generation.
In the courtyard, Qin Chengcheng and Qiu Li stood on either side, each the most outstanding cultivator on their respective sides.
One was dressed in flowing purple robes, the other in fluttering black robes; both were exceptionally beautiful and elegant.
The two appeared cold and aloof, but were actually communicating telepathically.
"Chengcheng, what about that cook you often mentioned in your letters?"
A glint of lightning flashed in Qiu Li's eyes. "Sister, you'd better see this for yourself this time."
Qin Chengcheng's fingertips trembled suddenly, and she was startled. She forced herself to remain calm and said, "I used to mention him often?"
"Otherwise what?"
The lightning in Qiu Li's eyes intensified. "The letters you gave me before almost turned into a sharing of your daily love life with that little chef!"
You even wanted to write down the details of how he prepared the spiritual food for you, and share the recipes he developed with me.
I don't believe that with your looks, that incredibly lucky chef could resist his lust and not make a move on you!
"But I'm still a virgin..."
And
I lost my memories of those years and the specifics of Chen Yi's situation; I've forgotten them all.
What did I say to you during those years?
"What?! You've lost your memory?"
Qiu Li's pupils dilated, then she suddenly realized something and understood:
"No wonder you risked your life to find the Thunder Soul Sect's inheritance; you wanted to regain your memories."
However, even according to our sect's records about the Thunder Soul Sect, this method of repairing the soul has extremely demanding conditions.
"Chengcheng, don't push yourself too hard. With your current cultivation level and talent, the possibility of you achieving True Core is very high. Why not play it safe?"
"Sister Qiu, you don't understand."
If I were willing to go with the flow, I would have married a cultivator from the Jade Dragon Sect years ago.
Having chosen one's soulmate, if one cannot rediscover their true self, even achieving immortality would only result in being a walking corpse.
Qiu Li stood there, stunned.
Looking at the stubborn light in her friend's eyes, she remained silent for a long time before finally sighing softly, "Alright. Since you're so determined, I'll help you!"
Tell me the specifics of the situation so I can give you some advice.
"It's not convenient here. Let's talk in detail when we come to my cave later."
Meanwhile, Ning Bu'er's short figure stood quietly in the shadows of the corner.
She toyed with an exquisite wooden puppet in her hands, her ten fingers flying across the surface, the puppet's joints making a soft clicking sound.
However, this is only the surface.
Deep within her consciousness, a breathtaking tug-of-war was unfolding—
"Get out!"
Ning Bu'er's soul suddenly condensed into a short, gleaming blade, which he slashed fiercely at the dark demonic thought that clung to him like a malignant sore.
Wherever the blade passed, ripples spread through the sea of consciousness.
Why resist so much?
The demonic thought emitted a low laugh, the sound like countless tiny insects crawling on the eardrum.
"The Thunder Soul Sect's legacy is of no use to you. But I know of an ancient demonic legacy. If you can obtain it, the revival of your Xuan Yin Sect will be just around the corner."
"Shut up!"
Ning Bu'er's soul trembled violently, his anger erupting like a volcano.
"Last time I believed your nonsense and did receive some inheritance, but what happened?"
Your power has increased dramatically, and you took the opportunity to invade my soul, almost possessing me!
She gritted her teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth:
"From this day forward, don't expect me to believe a single word you say!"
However, the demonic thought seemed oblivious, continuing to release its seductive and bewitching voice.
The voice, sometimes like a lover's whisper, sometimes like an elder's admonition, relentlessly eroded her will:
"Abandon the Thunder Soul inheritance; the demonic path is your destiny."
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Fuji's forehead, and the puppet in his hand creaked as he squeezed it.
She desperately tried to concentrate and resist, but the demonic power seemed to possess some kind of strange and mysterious soul-binding technique—
Whenever she relaxed even slightly, that black mist would dart out like a venomous snake, devouring more of her consciousness territory.
Even with an iron will, it's impossible for her to remain on high alert at all times.
Ning Bu'er watched the ever-expanding dark area in his sea of consciousness, and alarm bells rang in his mind.
She secretly vowed: she must obtain the Thunder Soul Inheritance during this trip to the secret realm, no matter what! Otherwise, given time, this demonic thought will surely usurp her place and completely devour her!
In the courtyard, the three from Zhongzhou stood facing each other with the group of geniuses from Qi, the air thick with an invisible tension.
Although there were only three people from Zhongzhou, each of them exuded an overwhelming aura—
Qiu Li's purple robes fluttered without wind, and the thunder-patterned jade hairpin in her hair gleamed with a dangerous light.
He stood holding a sword in his left hand, the sword mark between his eyebrows faintly visible;
The young man surnamed Ji fiddled with the jade pendants at his waist, each one radiating a chilling spiritual pressure.
The combined power of the three made the eight or nine Qi Kingdom prodigies opposite them gasp for breath.
suddenly,
The leader of Zhongzhou, Fairy Qiu, spoke, gently beckoning Qin Chengcheng with her slender, jade-like finger:
"I have heard of the renowned beauty of the first fairy in the Foundation Establishment stage of Qi Kingdom, and I am fortunate to meet her today."
Her eyes flashed with lightning. "Fairy Qin, how about we exchange a few words?"
"Alright, then please give me your guidance, Fairy Qiu."
Qin Chengcheng's face was as cold as frost.
Qiu Li's eyes also held a coldness.
Both were filled with fighting spirit and immediately took off on their swords, flying towards a certain place outside the city.
After a while, in an elegant cave in the Immortal City.
Inside the brocade curtain embroidered with musical symbols, two stunningly beautiful women were languidly leaning against a soft couch.
Qin Chengcheng was only wearing a moon-white undergarment, with the belt loosely tied, revealing a section of her jade-like neck.
Qiu Li was even more casual, her purple gauze dress half-undone, her slender jade legs crossed, and her toes playfully hooking onto her friend's silk stockings.
The two chatted for a while, and Qiu Li dug up Qin Chengcheng's experiences over the past few years.
"So that cook..." Qiu Li suddenly sat up, her eyes flashing with lightning, "...used him and then pretended to have amnesia?!"
"Chengcheng, take me there now. I'll stand up for you first."
"I'll whip him with this little thunder whip until he kneels down crying and begging for forgiveness!"
After listening, Qiu Li immediately drew a conclusion, gritting her teeth.
Having grown up in Zhongzhou since childhood, every male cultivator around her had gone to great lengths to please her. She had never seen such a scoundrel who would start something and then abandon it!
Seeing his younger sister being bullied like this, he was naturally furious.
In the dimly lit underground chamber, Chen Yi sat cross-legged, the magnetic lightning collar floating in front of him flashing a dangerous purple light.
A series of violent lightning spirits, like venomous snakes, burrowed into his meridians, and the lightning spirit intent contained within them surged straight into his sea of consciousness.
"hiss--"
Chen Yi gasped, his forehead instantly covered in fine beads of sweat.
At this moment, his soul sea was already in complete turmoil—
The once tranquil space of the mind was now being torn apart by two completely different forces of lightning:
On one side was the thundercloud he had cultivated, releasing gentle silver lightning;
On the other side was a raging purple lightning from the Thunder Pool, carrying the will of the ancient thunder soul, lashing his soul like a whip.
Although Chen Yi was already accustomed to using lightning to temper his soul, this time was different—
The ancient will contained within those purple lightning bolts caused his consciousness to momentarily go blank with each strike.
The clouds at the edge of his sea of consciousness were torn to shreds, but were painstakingly reassembled under the repair of the thunder spirit power within his own soul.
"That's the limit."
When the power of the purple lightning exceeded a certain critical point, Chen Yi decisively activated the system.
In an instant, those excess lightning spirit wills were devoured and sealed by an invisible force.
He breathed a long sigh of relief, like a drowning person finally surfacing.
But such a rest is only temporary.
Once his soul has recovered somewhat, Chen Yi will proactively release the sealed Thunder Spirit wills, allowing them to continue lashing his sea of consciousness.
This almost self-destructive training method, however, produced surprisingly good results—
In just half a day, the thunderclouds in his sea of consciousness expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The originally thin silver lightning has now solidified like leaden clouds, and the accumulated thunder spirit power within it is enough to launch a mid-grade second-tier soul attack in reality.
"Don't underestimate this mid-grade second-tier soul lightning."
Chen Yi's lips curled up slightly.
He knew very well that in the world of cultivation, there were very few means of defense against the soul.
Even for a Nascent Soul cultivator, the defense of their soul is less than one percent of that of their physical body.
With his current soul lightning power:
If the sneak attack succeeds, an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator with a second-tier divine soul would likely be killed in one blow;
Even a near-third-tier pseudo-core expert would suffer severe damage if hit head-on.
"He's still a bit lacking when it comes to facing True Core cultivators at the third tier."
He was not discouraged by this.
He gently stroked the magnetic lightning collar with his fingertips, feeling the surging lightning power within it—as long as this lightning pool existed, the power of his soul lightning could continue to improve.
Moreover, attacking enemies is only one of Chen Yishun's abilities; his greatest strength lies in his soul's defense against the power of thunder spirits.
At this moment, he was attacked by a mid-grade third-tier lightning spirit, but he had extremely strong resistance in both his physical body and his soul.
After his physical body was transformed into a tortoise shell, Chen Yi's soul defense also gradually improved.
Chen Yi was very satisfied with this.
However, he's currently using the most basic method: striking the soul with lightning.
This method is stupid, slow, and dangerous.
If it weren't for the system protecting him, ensuring his absolute safety,
If it were anyone else, they really wouldn't dare to joke about their own soul like that.
"The ancient Thunder Soul Sect has stood for tens of thousands of years, so it must have had a more complete cultivation system."
Chen Yi seemed to be deep in thought.
He believed that the ancient sect that once struck fear into the hearts of demons must possess a systematic cultivation method—including secret techniques for strengthening the soul, the key to forging the soul with lightning, and various exquisite methods for applying lightning supernatural powers.
Otherwise, how could such a crude "electroshock therapy" possibly cultivate a lightning cultivator who could sweep across all directions?
Even when his soul was numbed by the lightning, he did not waste a single moment or energy—the raging lightning power from the Thunder Pool was being continuously channeled into his body to temper his physical form.
Unlike the previous rudimentary method of controlling a trace of lightning spirit power through golden bone lightning patterns,
This time, Chen Yi obtained a more comprehensive and systematic method from the Thunder Soul Sect regarding the [Thunder Spirit Body Forging Technique].
He formed hand seals, and the power of thunder spirit within his body spread out like a spider web.
These energies do not wander aimlessly, but rather follow specific meridians to build a sophisticated network of thunder spirits throughout the body.
Fortunately, Chen Yi had already laid some groundwork in this area beforehand.
It was those originally sparse thunder patterns on his golden bones.
At this moment, under the stimulation of the Body Tempering Technique, these lightning patterns are undergoing an astonishing transformation—
The original spiderweb-like pattern became increasingly dense, and at key points it wove into an intricate "rapier sweater".
Its precision is so high that it can even be used to engrave runes.
Of course, this was not done by hand.
Instead, with the assistance of the system's power, Chen Yi devoured, digested, and absorbed all the lightning spirit power in the lightning pool.
Jin Er directly extracts the essence of the Thunder Spirit's power and combines it with the Thunder Spirit Body Forging Technique.
Where the Thunder Spirit Cloth was located, thick Thunder Pattern symbols were engraved!
And this symbol is exactly the same as the Thunder Spirit Rune that appeared on the ancient stone tablet before!
There are a total of thirty-six thunder spirit runes on the stone tablet.
Now, Chen Yi has replicated a Thunder Spirit Rune on the Thunder Pattern on each of his two arm bones.
This greatly enhances the efficiency of Chen Yi's two arm bones in storing and circulating thunder spirit power.
He could even temporarily concentrate and release the stored lightning spirit power to unleash a terrifying lightning spirit attack.
Combining his own golden bone strength, his physical attributes at the initial stage of the third tier, including the strength of the jade bones in his hands,
Even a third-tier demonic beast might not be able to withstand a direct hit from him.
of course,
Chen Yi has always been cautious about using this energy in combat.
Fighting and killing are bad for everyone.
He preferred to study how to apply these energies to his own cultivation.
Improving his physical strength is something Chen Yi has pursued his entire life.
(End of this chapter)