Staying In The World Of Cultivation

Chapter 13: Never Struck by Lightning Again

Is it easy for me? Others cultivate immortality and longevity, while I'm risking my life cultivating immortality.

If I were struck dead by lightning, would I be wronged?

By the way, just now he vaguely sensed the existence of the Thunder Path Seed. The electric current that flowed within him as he practiced his techniques was ultimately absorbed by the seed.

Su Fan closed his eyes, gathering his consciousness towards his chest.

Slowly, he sensed the presence of the Thunder Path Seed, enveloped in purple electric currents.

With a thought, a strand of electric current was drawn out from the seed, following the meridians in his arm, all the way to Su Fan's palm.

Raising his hand, he saw the purple electric current swirling between his fingers.

"Crack..."

Su Fan snapped his fingers, causing the purple electric current to produce dazzling sparks and emit a sizzling sound.

Turning around to face the broken wooden door that he had kicked, he threw a powerful punch, smashing it into pieces.

"Bang..."

The already cracked wooden door shattered into fragments.

Su Fan picked up a piece of debris that had been sent flying, clearly showing signs of scorch marks.

"The power of this punch would be quite something if it hit a person..."

He had gained another sinister technique.

He assumed a boxing stance and performed the Intent Manifestation Fist.

The purple electric current continuously surrounded his fists, giving off a faint resemblance to the "Flying Horse Meteor Fist."

Su Fan became excited and continued to strike repeatedly, creating a gust of wind with his punches.

However, the purple electric current grew weaker and weaker, until it flickered a few times and disappeared completely.

That's it...

The Thunder Path Seed was like a giant power bank.

And he was like a stun baton, one of those large anti-wolf electric shock devices.

Now that the power bank was drained, he would have to be struck by lightning to recharge it.

Having just experienced a heavenly thunder baptism, although his physical body was no longer afraid of thunder, the process was too damn torturous.

Should he continue practicing "Thunder Ghost Steps" or not?

Better not.

It's too much suffering.

Yes, he won't practice it.

The next day, it was still snowing.

The sky was covered in heavy dark clouds, and the cold wind was as sharp as a knife.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, interweaving into a vast curtain of snow, making the world desolate.

Su Fan wrapped himself up like a mummy again.

He couldn't resist it last night and was struck by lightning again.

He opened the panel: [Divine Ability] Thunder Ghost Steps (Beginner): 1/100.

After being struck twice by the thunder of heaven and earth overnight, he almost got killed. Fortunately, both Divine Abilities have reached the beginner level.

For the sake of two Divine Abilities, Su Fan went all out.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door.

Su Fan put on his Dao robe and went to the courtyard.

"Brother, open the door..."

Hearing Xu Wen's voice from next door, Su Fan quickly opened the door.

Xu Wen walked into the courtyard with his right arm wrapped in bandages, his face full of frustration.

"Last night, my brother was robbed by bandit cultivators. Luckily, he managed to escape, otherwise he wouldn't have seen his brother again..."

Su Fan led Xu Wen into the house and made him a cup of tea.

"Brother, what exactly happened?"

Only then did Xu Wen explain the situation to Su Fan.

Yesterday evening, as soon as he came out of the market, he was targeted by several bandit cultivators. Fortunately, he had a few life-saving Law Weapons and talismans, which allowed him to survive.

"Brother, the bandit cultivators are becoming more and more audacious. It's not even dark yet, and they dare to act right under the nose of the Little Sun Faction."

Upon hearing this, Su Fan furrowed his brows.

"Brother, hasn't the enforcement team of the Little Sun Faction come out?"

"Sigh... Yesterday, the elder of the Little Sun Faction ordered all the disciples stationed outside to return to the market and not take a step outside the gate. From now on, the market will be closed after dark."

Su Fan was stunned. The Little Sun Faction may not be strong, but they shouldn't be so timid.

Xu Wen sighed and said, "Brother, I came here to bid you farewell. I'm going to move to the other side of the market. Don't go out during this period."

Su Fan's expression became increasingly grim. The market is going to be chaotic.

The several Qi Refining Late Stage elders of the Little Sun Faction in the market are already enough to suppress the surrounding Independent Cultivators.

But now, not only did the Little Sun Faction close their mountain gate, they are also preparing to defend the market. They must have encountered a big problem.

"Brother, have there been any news about Demonic Cultivators recently?"

Xu Wen smiled bitterly, "Yes, in just a few days, hundreds of Independent Cultivators near the market have died, and their deaths are all inexplicable."

After saying that, he patted Su Fan's shoulder, turned around, and walked out.

Just before leaving, he hesitated for a moment, turned around and walked to Su Fan's side.

Xu Wen opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't speak.

He took out two talismans from his storage bag and stuffed them into Su Fan's hands.

Holding Su Fan's hand, he shook it heavily and said, "Brother, take care..."

Watching Xu Wen's figure, Su Fan sighed.

The fact that the other party was in such a hurry to leave indicates that something big is about to happen.

Old Xu must know something, but it's probably inconvenient to reveal it, which is why he left behind two talismans.

Looking at the talismans in his hand, one was the "Golden Shield Talisman" and the other was the "Suppress Evil Talisman".

Two Middle Grade talismans, Old Xu is quite capable.

Su Fan closed the courtyard gate and then returned to the inner room, sitting cross-legged on the cushion.

While there was still time, he quickly raised the proficiency of the "Thunder Law Eye".

Although Old Xu didn't say much, it was evident from the "Suppress Evil Talisman" he gave that the trouble the Little Sun Faction encountered this time is probably related to Demonic Cultivators.

On a cold winter night, the snow fell heavier and heavier, and the north wind outside the window howled.

The remnants of snow on the empty streets were blown everywhere, flying like mournful ghosts singing and wailing.

After completing his cultivation, Su Fan stood up and went to the courtyard outside.

The surroundings were silent, covered with a thick layer of snow on the ground, as if adorned with a silver glow.

Su Fan walked to the middle of the courtyard and sat cross-legged on the snowy ground.

He could feel that the purple electric current stored in his Dao Seed had not reached its limit yet. It was estimated that even if he used the Heavenly Thunder Wheel several times, it might not be fully charged.

Let's do it again tonight. Otherwise, it wouldn't be enough for him to practice a few sets of punches and exhaust it.

The purple electric current in his Dao Seed was definitely his best means to restrain evil and demonic creatures.

Even though the process of being struck by Heavenly Thunder was like purgatory, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure it due to the circumstances.

At this time, in a forest outside the city, several cultivators dressed in black cloaks stood still.

They stood motionless, silent, allowing the snowflakes to fall on them.

After a while, a figure descended from the sky.

The person was a beautiful female cultivator.

She was in her twenties, wearing a cloud-like white robe, with a light purple woven silk belt tied around her slender waist.

Her eyes were cold and indifferent, as if she had observed everything in the world, but nothing touched her heart.

Transcendent and independent, overlooking all living beings.

"Welcome, Senior Qinghuan."

The black-clothed cultivators quickly stepped forward and paid their respects.

The woman's eyes were deep and distant, exuding a sense of detachment and coldness.

"Are you ready?"

A tall and sturdy black-clothed cultivator quickly bowed.

"Senior Qinghuan, everything has been arranged."

"What about Shaoyang District?"

"A few days ago, we handed the Heavenly Demon talisman to Junior Muxue."

The woman nodded and said lightly, "Then let's begin..."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a loud explosion.

In the distant sky, electric lights flickered, resembling a group of snakes dancing wildly, whistling and falling one after another.

The group turned their heads to look and were all shocked by the scene in the distance.

"Send someone to take a look..."

After the woman finished speaking, she waved her hand and said, "The plan remains unchanged, go..."

Everyone responded with a loud noise, bowing and saluting before leaving one by one.

The woman folded her hands behind her back and looked at the flickering electric lights in the distance, furrowing her brows.

Then she raised her hand, and the surroundings were instantly enveloped in dense black mist.

She turned around and merged into it, the black mist rising with the wind, disappearing in the pitch-black night.

In Su Fan's courtyard, the ground was in a mess.

The thunder had gradually subsided, and Su Fan sat cross-legged with a face full of bitterness.

Several consecutive thunderbolts struck him, almost killing him.

It hurts like hell.

He struggled to stand up, the bandages on his body were torn and tattered, and his whole body was almost numb.

"I swear, I will never get struck by lightning again in this lifetime..."

He tore off the broken bandages from his body, took out the last roll of bandages, and wrapped himself up like a mummy again.

Now his physical body was becoming more and more able to withstand the bombardment of thunder.

Although it hurt, the external injuries from this thunder strike could be ignored.

Su Fan put on a Taoist robe, just about to turn around and go back to his room, when he heard a deafening roar in the distance.

"Boom..."

With a thought, his figure had already floated to the roof.

Using the Aura Examination Technique, the spiritual energy in the distance was violently agitated, emitting a dazzling light.

"That's the formation in the market..."

One after another, intense rumblings came from the market.

Immediately after, the slums around the market became chaotic.

The nearby independent cultivators were also awakened. In the midst of people's anxiety, they heard someone shouting and making a commotion.

"Somebody is attacking the market..."

"Shaoyang District has been breached..."

"Quick, let's go..."

"Let's go, let's rob them..."

This commotion was like dropping a few drops of water into a boiling oil pan, and the surrounding atmosphere exploded with a "boom".

Countless pairs of bloodshot eyes, crazily rushing towards the market.

The initial anxiety had long been replaced by twisted desires, their eyes filled with heat and excitement.

"They've gone mad, all of them..."

Just now, someone in the crowd was obviously deliberately inciting, with the aim of using these independent cultivators as cannon fodder.

Su Fan shook his head and jumped down from the roof.

With the market in such chaos, should he go out and hide for a while?

After careful consideration, he rejected this idea. It was pitch black outside, so it would be better to stay at home at this time.

Su Fan thought for a moment, walked to the window of the northern room, reached into the thick snow, opened the cellar door, and jumped in.

The air in the cellar was very humid, the walls were covered with frost, and the fragrance of vegetables and radishes filled the air.

He rubbed his fingers to produce a flame, lit the candle hanging on the wall, and found a clean place to sit cross-legged.

He would make do for one night. If the situation didn't improve tomorrow, he would go out and hide for a few days.

Su Fan checked the contents of his storage bag and neatly arranged the talismans.

Now everyone's thoughts were focused on the market, so at least tonight, this place was the safest.

He had a pretty good idea.

If he hadn't attracted the thunder today, things would have turned out as he wished.

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