Chapter 235: Nascent Soul’s Curiosity – Thunder Technique Compressed to Thirty

Yu Xian had been injured, but fortunately, his body was strong enough. With the dual protection of the top-grade Tier-5 defensive treasures—the Spirit God Shield and the Wood God Armor—his injuries were not too severe. Though his face was a bit pale, he could still stand upright without issue.

Suddenly, a powerful aura rushed in from all directions, and in a flash, a Nascent Soul expert descended.

Yu Xian did not recognize this Nascent Soul cultivator. The man exuded an overwhelming presence. But to Yu Xian, all Nascent Soul cultivators seemed equally imposing. Given the vast disparity in their cultivation levels, he couldn’t tell if the man was in the early, middle, late stage, or even the peak of Nascent Soul.

This was the inevitable outcome of an immense gap in cultivation.

“Who is it!?”

The Nascent Soul cultivator, a lean middle-aged man with three long beards, radiated a solemn aura that was hard to look at directly. He was clearly enraged.

Who was the fool among the Golden Core cultivators who dared cause such chaos in the inner sect? Did they not know this was a place where countless Foundation Establishment disciples cultivated? What if someone went into qi deviation from being disturbed?

He scanned the area but found no Golden Core cultivators. Only a Foundation Establishment disciple stood there looking innocent, his body bruised from the explosion.

Frowning, he looked at Yu Xian and said in a calm tone, “I am Fu Ning’an. Disciple, did you see which Golden Core cultivator caused this?”

Fu Ning’an assumed the attacker had fled immediately, leaving no trace. But the culprit wouldn’t escape—once the Celestial Observation Mirror scanned the area, they’d be exposed.

Fu Ning’an was the Fifth Supreme Elder of the Hao Tian Sect.

Yu Xian immediately stood straight and bowed. “Greetings to the Fifth Supreme Elder. The incident was not caused by a Golden Core cultivator… but by this disciple’s failed spell experiment.”

“A failed spell experiment?”

Fu Ning’an showed a trace of surprise. He glanced at Yu Xian, then at the ruined courtyard.

The small courtyard was gone, replaced by a deep pit several meters wide and deep. Debris, shattered herbs, and wood splinters were scattered everywhere. It looked like a battlefield.

And this was the result of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator’s failed experiment?

Fu Ning’an paused, then looked back at Yu Xian with a frown. “Are you lying to me? Or are you taking the blame on purpose?”

Yu Xian quickly said, “This disciple is not lying. I take full responsibility. I acted recklessly to enhance my spell’s power and caused this accident. I am willing to accept punishment.”

“Oh?”

Fu Ning’an studied Yu Xian for a moment. The youth seemed sincere, not pretending. He then pinched the air and examined the lingering energy.

“Thunder technique? You know thunder spells?”

Yu Xian nodded. “Yes, Supreme Elder. I have learned a bit. I’ll take full responsibility and make amends.”

“A bit?”

Fu Ning’an raised an eyebrow. “You caused this with just ‘a bit’ of knowledge? What’s your name?”

“Yu Xian.”

Fu Ning’an’s eyes narrowed. “You’re the one who broke the spirit-testing stone in the Spirit Testing Hall? And the one who made a bet with Hua Yuandu?”

“Yes,” Yu Xian bowed again.

“Interesting…”

Fu Ning’an’s gaze deepened, filled with curiosity.

“Fifth Elder!”

Other Golden Core cultivators had arrived and greeted him. “Have you identified which Golden Core cultivator attacked?”

Fu Ning’an waved his hand. “It wasn’t a Golden Core. It was this disciple.”

The five Golden Core cultivators were stunned. “Yu Xian?”

Among them was Lu Wanzhen, the Enforcement Elder. He was visibly surprised. “You mean this was caused by him?”

They all looked at the large pit again, unable to believe it. Even they would only cause this level of destruction—maybe a few meters more—but not much.

And a Foundation Establishment mid-stage disciple did this?

“He claims responsibility,” Fu Ning’an said. “And I saw no one else present.”

Yu Xian stood quietly, surrounded by a Nascent Soul elder and five Golden Core elders, as more elders and disciples arrived. He didn’t offer excuses—only bowed and said:

“This was my mistake. I caused property damage and disturbed many in their cultivation. I am willing to take full responsibility.”

This directness stunned the elders. Most disciples either lied or passed the blame. But Yu Xian admitted it openly, even insisted on punishment. A rare show of integrity.

But that wasn’t the main issue!

The key point was: how did he cause this level of destruction?

If a Foundation Establishment cultivator could do this, wouldn’t he be able to challenge peak Golden Core cultivators after breaking through?

The elders were all secretly shocked.

Fu Ning’an, clearly thinking the same, turned to Yu Xian and said, “Come with me. Wanzhen, stay and clean this up.”

Without waiting, he waved his hand, and Yu Xian was enveloped in an aura and whisked away to the mountain peak.

This peak belonged solely to Fu Ning’an. It was tens of thousands of feet high. The wind howled so violently that a Foundation Establishment cultivator couldn’t even get close without help. Only the purest spiritual energy remained here.

Thanks to Fu Ning’an’s protection, Yu Xian wasn’t blown away, but even so, the wind stung his face. Clearly, even his advanced physical body was nothing against this level of elemental force.

Within moments, they arrived at the peak—jagged rocks, a grand hall atop the summit, Fu Ning’an’s personal residence. He waved his hand, opened the hall, and set Yu Xian down inside.

“Now,” he said, “there’s no one watching. Show me the technique you used that destroyed your courtyard.”

The hall was wide, empty, and filled with incredibly rich spiritual energy. Yu Xian hesitated and said, “Supreme Elder, I can try, but the power won’t be the same. What happened earlier was a mistake—an accident I cannot easily replicate.”

“Try anyway,” Fu Ning’an said calmly. “I’ll judge it myself.”

“Yes, Elder.”

Yu Xian didn’t dare play tricks. In front of a Nascent Soul cultivator, such games were laughable. He began forming a spell.

Lightning formed in his palm.

Fu Ning’an watched closely. “Not bad… but this won’t cause that level of damage. This is ordinary thunder magic, matching your cultivation level. This isn’t what you used.”

Yu Xian didn’t reply but raised his hand again. Another bolt of lightning formed, and he merged the two bolts into one crackling orb, unstable and flickering.

“Oh?”

Fu Ning’an’s eyes lit up.

So this was it—not some ancient spell or secret art. It was spell fusion! Merging thunderbolts to amplify power!

This required extreme control. A single misstep and you’d blow yourself up.

Seeing Yu Xian’s fusion attempt, Fu Ning’an had an epiphany.

He didn’t get any ancient inheritance, but this idea—spell fusion for increased power—was brilliant!

Why hadn’t he thought of it before?

Improving strength at the Nascent Soul level was extremely hard. Even a slight increase in spell power could mean a major improvement in combat power.

Brilliant kid…

“How should I deal with this spell, Elder?”

Yu Xian had spent 40 breaths stabilizing the thunder orb and now sought instruction.

“Throw it anywhere. My array can handle it. I want to see the result.”

Yu Xian complied and tossed it into a clear area.

Boom!

A flash of lightning burst forth, but the ground beneath glowed with runes and absorbed the blast instantly. No damage, not even a scratch.

Fu Ning’an nodded. “Excellent. No wonder you shattered the spirit-testing stone. This fusion thunder spell of yours is on par with a pseudo-Core strike. With this, you could defeat most peak Foundation Establishment cultivators.”

Yu Xian smiled sheepishly. “Thank you, Elder. It was just something I stumbled upon. The courtyard explosion happened when I tried fusing three thunderbolts and lost control. I nearly blew myself up.”

“I understand now.”

Fu Ning’an nodded. “Coincidentally, I’ll be leading the disciples entering the Xuantian Secret Realm in 22 days. Since your courtyard is gone, you can cultivate here until then.”

Yu Xian was stunned, pleasantly surprised. “I… I don’t deserve such honor…”

“It’s just 22 days, not forever.”

Fu Ning’an waved his hand. “If you perform well in the secret realm, I’ll waive your punishment for the destruction. If you fail… well, you’ll probably die anyway. Now go cultivate.”

With that, he vanished—eager to try spell fusion himself.

Yu Xian stood there for a moment, then smiled and exhaled softly.

Looks like he passed the test.

And even gained a blessing in disguise: 22 days of cultivation in this heavenly spiritual environment!

Each breath was like absorbing a top-grade spirit stone.

He immediately immersed himself in cultivation, repeatedly attempting to shorten the fusion time of his thunder technique.

He’d reached a stable fusion time of 40 breaths. But he wanted 30, then 20, then 10—or even less!

The hall was sturdy, the formation near-invincible. His thunder orbs were like firecrackers—loud, but harmless.

So he trained with no hesitation.

Time flew by.

He didn’t even feel it passing until a calm voice pulled him out.

“Boy, enjoying your cultivation?”

The voice was light but perfectly timed—not disturbing, yet impossible to ignore.

Yu Xian flinched and opened his eyes. He quickly rose and saluted, “Greetings, Supreme Elder.”

Fu Ning’an stood before him, face calm, but his eyes betrayed his satisfaction. Clearly, these 22 days had been fruitful for him as well—perhaps he had already mastered spell fusion of one, two, or even three spells.

True Nascent Soul experts were never fools—they were once true geniuses too.

Once they grasped a concept, mastery wasn’t far off.

“Enough formality,” Fu Ning’an said. “Come, I’ll take you to meet the others. It’s time to enter the Xuantian Secret Realm.”