Chapter 208
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Chapter 208: Palm Thunder
Above Lightning Strike Peak, swirling clouds condensed into a massive whirlpool, slowly rotating from west to east.
Within the thick clouds, electric snakes darted about, and suddenly, a bolt of lightning would strike down onto the peak.
This phenomenon had persisted for centuries.
Throughout the year, this solitary mountain peak endured the onslaught of lightning for at least three hundred days.
It was precisely because of this strange phenomenon that Lightning Strike Peak became renowned throughout South Shao County, with tales of it recorded in the county annals.
It is said that in the past, many people climbed to the summit, attempting to uncover the long-standing secret of the local head attracting lightning.
Some even suspected that treasures were hidden atop the peak.
These individuals included mountain hunters, martial arts experts, and even cultivators.
However, apart from the bare rocks, they found nothing, and some even met misfortune and were struck dead by lightning.
Over time, people grew accustomed to the unusual phenomenon of Lightning Strike Peak.
No one dared to come back seeking death.
For Wang Chen, however, Lightning Strike Peak was a perfect place for cultivation!
Of course, this cultivation referred specifically to the Five Suns Thunder.
As the technique began to operate, stray threads of the power of thunder silently seeped through Wang Chen’s skin, permeating every part of his body and his five organs.
Wang Chen felt a tingling sensation, like when touching an electric switch.
Goosebumps covered his body, and the hair on his skin stood upright, while electric light flickered at his fingertips.
This sensation wasn’t painful, but it made him feel restless, with every inch of skin, every muscle, and every root bone sending signals of tingling and itching to his brain.
Wang Chen relied solely on his strong willpower to endure it.
As time passed, the power of thunder he absorbed within his body grew stronger.
This unique power gradually blended with Wang Chen’s magical energy, circulating back and forth through his meridians and dantian.
Step by step, he completed the process of drawing lightning into his body.
Wang Chen began to realize the benefits this tempering brought to his physique.
His Heavenly Dragon Vajra True Method had reached the fourth realm, making his strength surpass that of many Purple Palace cultivators.
Moreover, the tempering of the power of thunder further strengthened and purified his body.
Though the effects were still quite weak at present, the improvements over the years of persistence were absolutely significant!
Most importantly, during the tempering process, Wang Chen touched upon the secrets of the Five Suns Thunder.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and his dark pupils shimmered with a lightning aspect.
The next moment, Wang Chen abruptly raised his right palm.
A blue dim glow flashed from his palm, and a bolt of lightning shot out, accurately striking a rock ten steps away.
[Five Suns Thunder (Entry Level): 0/100]
Crack!
The charred surface of the rock was blasted open, creating a small fissure, and debris scattered in all directions.
Though the "Palm Thunder" appeared to lack significant power, it was crucial to remember that Wang Chen’s mastery of Five Suns Thunder was still in its infancy. Moreover, the rocks atop Lightning Strike Peak had endured centuries of lightning strikes, rendering them exceptionally resilient.
As a high-level Qi Training lightning technique, the destructive power of Five Suns Thunder far surpassed that of the Fire Crow Technique.
Wang Chen’s single strike drained roughly one-tenth of his spiritual energy!
Given his current cultivation level at the eighth level of Qi Training, he could only unleash Palm Thunder about ten times at most.
Furthermore, as the technique advanced, the energy required for spellcasting would only increase.
While Wang Chen rejoiced at his initial success with Five Suns Thunder, he also recognized the need to push himself further.
Reaching the ninth level of Qi Training, achieving perfect mastery, and breaking through to open his dantian—these were the three pivotal goals he aimed to accomplish within the next three years.
Though he resided in a land devoid of spiritual energy, Wang Chen’s dedication to the Dao remained unwavering; if anything, it grew stronger.
He clenched his fists, eager to confront the menace of Evil Spirits.
For Wang Chen, Evil Spirits had become the most essential cultivation resources he sought.
He hoped Zuo Yongjun’s investigation would yield swift results, ideally uncovering eight or ten Evil Nests for him.
Meanwhile, Zuo Yongjun, the man Wang Chen placed great trust in, was leading his deputy and a squad of Imperial Guards along a rugged mountain trail.
South Shao County was predominantly mountainous, with villages scattered across its terrain.
However, over the past ten years, incidents involving Evil Spirits had surged, devastating numerous villages, some of which were entirely wiped out.
As a result, many common people abandoned their mountain homes and fled to the relative safety of the county town.
Over time, the once-frequented mountain paths became overgrown with weeds and vines.
Those unfamiliar with the area often found themselves lost.
“Wu Family Village lies just ahead,” said Wu Song, his deep voice tinged with sorrow and an unyielding undercurrent of hatred.
Wu Family Village was Wu Song’s birthplace, where he and his elder brother, Wu Da, had spent their childhood, creating cherished memories.
After their grandfather’s passing, their parents moved them to South Shao County, and they never returned.
Yet, many of Wu Song’s relatives still called the village home.
Seven years ago, his parents returned to Wu Family Village for a visit, only to fall victim to an attack by Evil Spirits.
The entire village was wiped out!
During his military service, Wu Song trained relentlessly in martial arts and eventually joined the Imperial Guard, all for the day he could exact vengeance.
“Stay alert,” Zuo Yongjun cautioned, following closely behind Wu Song. “Prepare the talismans!”
The squad of Imperial Guards responded in unison, “Yes!”
Guided by Wu Song and Zuo Yongjun, the elite Exorcism Hall team crossed the ridge and soon caught sight of Wu Family Village nestled at the mountain’s base.
Once home to over a hundred households, the village had cultivated fertile fields and was bordered by a little river, resembling a paradise from a distance.
Now, however, the once-tranquil mountain village was reduced to remnants of walls and broken structures.
Most of the buildings had collapsed, overtaken by vines, while the once-fertile fields were choked with weeds taller than a man, painting a bleak and desolate scene.
The group entered the desolate village and swiftly completed their search.
But they found nothing.
This was to be expected, as Evil Spirits often vanished once a village was abandoned.
Wu Song stood before the ruins of a collapsed house, his fierce eyes brimming with tears and anguish.
He knelt and kowtowed three times, weeping, “Father, mother, I have failed you!”
The iron-willed man was consumed by regret for his past helplessness.
Zuo Yongjun sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Er Lang, grieve but do not linger. It’s time to go.”
Wu Song had volunteered to investigate the Evil Spirits in Wu Family Village.
Knowing his deputy’s history, Zuo Yongjun had insisted on leading the team himself, fearing the emotional toll it might take.
Now, it seemed their efforts had been for naught.
Just then, a thick fog began to rise within the desolate village.
