Chapter 236
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Chapter 236: Secret Room Training
Ye Yun froze. He never expected the young man before him, barely in his twenties, to also be Su Hao’s disciple.
Su Hao had nine core disciples. With Ye Yun as the tenth Registered Disciple, they finally completed the Ten Killing Formation.
But since Ye Yun had only recently arrived at Shadowless Peak and lacked sufficient understanding of cultivation realms, he hadn’t been introduced to the other nine. He never imagined meeting one of his senior brothers under such circumstances.
“Greetings, senior brother!” Ye Yun clasped his fists in a slight bow.
“No formalities needed. Master mentioned you days ago, little junior brother—said your potential’s boundless, that you might surpass us all. Seeing you now, the rumors hold truth. At the second stage of Qi refining, your true qi’s density is staggering. Had I not broken through months ago, I might’ve lost to you.” Lu Qianqiu laughed, clapping Ye Yun’s shoulder.
“I’ve never met the senior brothers until today. Yet I can’t gauge your cultivation—you’ve reached the Foundation Establishment stage?” Ye Yun replied calmly.
A sharp glint flashed in Lu Qianqiu’s eyes. “Half a year ago, I established my foundation. Two months back, I barely reached the second layer. Sharp eyes, junior brother.”
As one of Su Hao’s top ten disciples, Lu Qianqiu’s Foundation Establishment second layer far surpassed ordinary disciples. His true strength rivaled those a tier higher.
Ye Yun smiled. “You flatter me. The Illusory Thunderlight Escape suits me, but its records seem… incomplete.”
Lu Qianqiu brightened. “Master was right—you see through illusions. Reckless yet meticulous. Yes, the technique’s a fragment. The final method for Transformation into Thunder is missing.”
“What does that mean?” Ye Yun frowned.
“No hindrance to cultivation. Only the highest tier—Transformation into Thunder—remains locked. But that part’s likely exaggeration. If real, why would such a technique end up in Heavenly Sword Sect?” Lu Qianqiu chuckled.
Ye Yun nodded. True—thunder symbolized divine wrath. To become lightning itself? Such a technique wouldn’t be sixth-tier, even as fragments.
“Junior brother, know this—the Jin Kingdom’s a speck. Beyond lie countless nations, ancient empires. To them, Heavenly Sword Sect’s insignificant. Someday, I’ll leave Jin, walk those lands!” Lu Qianqiu sighed, voice tinged with longing.
Ye Yun nodded. “I’ve heard of the Great Qin Empire—countless sects, Golden Core masters everywhere.”
Lu Qianqiu raised an eyebrow. “You know of Great Qin? True. Heavenly Sword Sect rules here but’s a small sect there.”
Ye Yun held his tongue. A millennium ago, Heavenly Sword Sect had shaken Great Qin, nearly toppling the Moon Goddess Palace—until internal strife let their enemies crush them. Only a branch survived here, history erased.
“Train well, junior brother. Once you advance, I’ll be no match. Later, I’ll introduce the others.” Lu Qianqiu smiled.
“I’d planned to ask Master for introductions,” Ye Yun said.
“I’m fifth among the ten. Call me Fifth Senior Brother.”
Ye Yun bowed. “Fifth Senior Brother.”
“No need for stiffness. We’re close-knit—like blood brothers. But Third Brother’s blunt-tempered. Tread carefully.”
“Noted.”
“Chosen yet? Phoenix Wing Sky Soar or Illusory Thunderlight Escape?” Lu Qianqiu gestured at the glowing orbs.
“With my Thunder Spirit Qi, I’ll take the Escape. The missing fragments? I’ll fix that later.”
“Wise choice. Go now—I’ve first-layer duties.” Lu Qianqiu scanned the room.
Ye Yun hesitated. “Why assign tasks to Foundation Establishment disciples?”
Lu Qianqiu glanced at him. “Ah, you know this too? Foundation disciples are sect’s future. Tasks train them to manage sect affairs.”
Ye Yun understood. Though Heavenly Sword Sect paled against Great Qin’s powers, in Jin Kingdom, it reigned supreme—needing many Foundation disciples to oversee its vast operations.
Breaking the Illusory Thunderlight Escape’s seal, Ye Yun bid farewell and left the fourth layer.
“Chosen?”
At Zang Wu Pavilion’s entrance, the reading disciple jerked awake when Ye Yun placed the jade tablet before him.
“Please register this, senior brother.”
The disciple nodded, casting light over the tablet. “Identity token. Contribution Points must be deducted.”
Ye Yun chuckled—the bookworm had humor.
After losing 5,000 Points, the disciple warned, “Sixth-tier techniques can’t leave. Two days in the secret room—memorize the method or lose it forever. No notes. Golden Pill masters imprint these through mental intent. Succeed or forget.”
Ye Yun gaped. Fail, and 6,000 Points vanished?
“Hence few come here.” The disciple smiled.
The orb had become a glowing jade tablet. Ye Yun cupped his hands.
“Left ahead, fourth room.” The disciple returned to his book.
Ye Yun studied him—Foundation Establishment? Could he be another top disciple? But since the disciple stayed silent, Ye Yun asked nothing.
The fourth room’s stone door bore an indentation and small text:
*500 Contribution Points per day.*
Ye Yun nearly choked. First the technique, now this? Without selling Blood Flame Starlight Herb at the Trading Market, he’d never afford this.
Grudgingly, he paid 1,000 Points.
The door creaked open, revealing a dim room lit by a bowl-sized pearl. A smooth stone slab dominated the center.
*This barely differs from outer sect rooms!* Ye Yun scoffed at the extortion.
Sitting cross-legged, he scattered top-grade spirit stones and pressed the jade to his forehead.
True qi flowed. Strange energy pierced his mind—a realm of wonder, then thunderous BOOM.
Before him—endless lightning.
