Chapter 80
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Chapter 80: Each Gains Something
Ye Yun fell silent for a moment. To Su Ling, it seemed his full-force strike had left no mark on the stone, making him appear momentarily unsure.
“Let me try,” she said, furrowing her delicate brows as she studied the faint purple glow within the teal stone. She raised her hand and began tapping it.
Her jade-white fingers lightly struck the translucent stone. Each tap released a soft shimmer from her fingertips, causing ripples to spread across the stone’s surface like water.
Her hands fluttered like restless butterflies, striking the stone repeatedly. Ding Ning snapped out of his daze, eyes widening in shock.
Within a dozen breaths, a visible crack split the center of the teal stone.
Su Ling’s forehead glistened with sweat, her face pale. Breaking the restrictions had drained her spiritual power.
Ye Yun watched the girl’s intense focus, his heart stirring faintly.
“Done!” Su Ling’s hands froze mid-motion as she cheered.
The crack in the stone widened rapidly. With a sharp *crack*, the entire teal stone shattered. A bolt of purple lightning burst free, shooting skyward.
Ye Yun had been waiting. The moment the stone fractured, he lunged, palms coated in spiritual power, and seized the purple lightning. He clenched his fists.
Excruciating pain shot through his palms—as if the lightning sought to pierce his flesh. The purple bolt writhed with a will of its own, desperate to escape.
Ye Yun gritted his teeth. This was the critical moment; he refused to let go.
Suddenly, the black-and-white light within him flickered.
His body jolted. An instinctive thought arose: *absorb the lightning*.
His cultivation technique activated autonomously, drawing the energy inward like spiritual energy from a spirit stone. To his shock, the purple lightning hissed and plunged into his palm, crawling stubbornly up his arm.
The lightning resisted fiercely, yet it couldn’t halt its absorption—only slow it. As it traveled through his meridians, Ye Yun felt surges of raw energy, each passage searing like a blade. He ignored the pain. This wasn’t a spiritual weapon but pure energy. Once refined, it could elevate his cultivation to Body Refinement Stage Seven of the Comprehending Qi Stage.
More importantly, this lightning might unlock the true power of his Thundercloud Lightning Sword, currently a hollow shell at less than a tenth of its potential. With this energy, he might unleash a third of its strength.
Agony twisted Ye Yun’s face, yet his resolve held firm. Since joining the Heavenly Sword Sect, he’d endured hardships beyond ordinary comprehension. Three years of struggle had forged a will unbreakable.
Finally, the lightning vanished into his body. The energy rampaged through his meridians, tearing at every fiber. Yet as it weakened, Ye Yun noticed changes—his meridians grew tougher, bones and skin tempered. Beneath his flesh, a thin membrane glimmered with residual lightning, as if his body now welcomed the element.
When the last spark faded, Ye Yun opened his eyes. Unbeknownst to him, Su Ling stared, her starry eyes wide. For a moment, lightning seemed to flash in his gaze.
“Thank you, Su Ling,” Ye Yun said, turning to grip her shoulders earnestly.
Su Ling blushed, huffing, “Don’t be so formal, Junior Brother! This was nothing. But what *was* that purple lightning?”
“Not a spiritual weapon—more like condensed energy,” Ye Yun admitted. “It’ll help me master the Thundercloud Lightning Sword.”
“Thundercloud Lightning Sword? Impressive!” Su Ling’s eyes sparkled, her grin so bright she might’ve claimed the lightning herself.
Ye Yun felt an odd warmth at her delight.
“Hah!”
A triumphant shout interrupted them. Duan Chenfeng stood fifty zhang away, brandishing a jade tablet, ecstatic.
Ye Yun and Su Ling exchanged a glance before darting toward him.
“Ye Yun! Know what this is?” Duan Chenfeng waved the faintly glowing blue tablet.
Ye Yun shook his head.
“The Spirit Gathering Jade! At the Qi refining stage, wearing this draws spiritual energy from a hundred zhang around, doubling cultivation speed! One day’s work becomes two!” Duan Chenfeng crowed.
Ye Yun inhaled sharply. With Duan Chenfeng’s talent, this treasure would make him monstrously powerful.
“A portable Spirit Gathering Array… Unbelievable that such a treasure lies in the first layer of a Golden Pill master’s tomb,” Su Ling murmured, awed.
She glanced around. In the distance, Qu Yiping wrestled with a green blade, while Yu Minghong strained against a stone, sweat-drenched.
“What’s that?” Ye Yun pointed at a towering ancient tree a hundred zhang away. Through the dense foliage, a blue shadow flickered in its crown.
“Let’s see!” Su Ling grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the tree.
They halted beneath the massive tree, its canopy sprawling dozens of zhang. A blue glint flashed among the leaves.
Nodding at each other, they leaped into the branches. Pushing through tangled limbs, they finally glimpsed the source—a glowing blue egg, half a foot wide and a foot tall.
