Chapter 602 452 Silver Hook Spiritual Lightning_2

"When you were in seclusion, aunt returned from her voyage overseas and brought back a bottle of 'Feather Serpent Stone Liquid' and three 'Xuanmin Pills,' both precious treasures only the direct lineage of the Immortal Sect could afford."

He spoke with a touch of joy:

"I don't know how, but after my Foundation Establishment, my cultivation speed has been increasing faster and faster. With these items, and taking the Mysterious Pill... the speed is even faster."

Li Xijun smiled and congratulated him, feeling much better; after chatting for a bit, he soon excused himself.

Li Ximing then glanced at the Jade Furnace he was holding, calculated the time, and without daring to delay, immediately harnessed the wind and left Wutu Mountain, flying toward the Xiao Family.

...

The East Sea, Qunyi Sea Strait.

The overcast skies of the East Sea, which had lingered for several years, finally began to dissipate slowly, and aside from the increased frequency of thunderstorms and clouds among various seas, most of the sea areas had at last cleared up, bright and sunny.

The Qunyi Strait was winding and extensive, forming a continuous stretch, apart from the Li Zhou in the deep sea, this was the only place with a dense population. Several narrow islands were connected end-to-end, stretching on endlessly, with the sea water rushing fiercely.

The bright skies gradually began to dim as clouds gathered overhead. Two beams of Dharma Light came from the north and landed on a small island.

The leader, radiating golden light, was a middle-aged man dressed in armor and robes, standing with hands clasped behind him. The settling purple light revealed a form, it was a female cultivator in Jade Armor, holding a spear, standing atop thunderbolts, waiting in the sky for a moment, looking towards the dark clouds.

"Uncle Zhong, there are indeed dark clouds, perhaps this time we will hit the mark!"

The female cultivator was none other than Li Qinghong, wielding the Du Ruo Spear; her presence was already at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, with purple thunderbolts rolling ceaselessly under her feet, illuminating the mountaintop below, resplendent with purple light.

With the dropping water and rising lightning of the East Sea particularly intense in recent years, the Thunder Magic Cultivators had mostly made considerable progress. Li Qinghong took the opportunity to seclude herself and break through smoothly to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, significantly enhancing her strength.

Years fluttered by in the blink of an eye during her seclusion. Her elder brother Li Yuanjiao had not yet emerged from his own, Li Xuanfeng was patrolling around the East Sea, and Li Qinghong took the chance to return home to inquire about the lightning. Receiving some news, she also decided to take a tour around the East Sea, searching for Spiritual Lightning.

Li Xuanfeng stared at the lightning within the dark clouds for a moment then nodded slightly:

"With the 'Descending Water, Ascending Lightning' phenomena in the East Sea, myriad thunderbolts are falling down. It's said that several types of Spiritual Lightning have appeared in the markets, just perfect for your spell."

"Indeed."

The rolling black clouds accumulated over the island, the thunder raged on, and the island natives looked up in worship, ceaseless in their prostrations. Li Qinghong glanced for a moment but paid them no heed.

This remote place was at the edge of the East Sea. The local inhabitants spoke in jabbering sounds, not the language of the Inner Seas, and there was a mass of kneeling figures. One or two with staffs seemed like priests, with some degree of cultivation, they sensed the aura of Foundation Establishment more acutely and were trembling with their backsides stuck up in the air.

After waiting for a moment, the clouds slowly amassed a snaking white lightning, coiling for a round, restless and uneasy, twitching slowly within the dark clouds.

"Indeed, it's the 'Silver Hook Mysterious Thunder.'"

Li Qinghong had received many pieces of information about lightning through secret techniques. Not to speak of what she missed during her seclusion, even after emerging, she had made five or six trips, but always to no avail.

"Fortunately, the islands have been isolated from the world for thousands of years, with little change, and their names have been well preserved."

According to the information Li Qinghong received, this 'Silver Hook Mysterious Thunder' was falling on Lü Lai Island in the Qunyi Sea. Having searched around the Qunyi Strait, she guessed that this Deer Lai Island must be the closest.

As she watched the dark clouds gather and the silvery thunder move through the clouds, Li Qinghong felt a thrill of joy, harnessed the wind, and rose into the air. After waiting a few moments, she reached out with her slender fingers and made a hooking motion in the air.

"Boom!"

The silvery thunder, which had been wandering restlessly in the clouds, seemed to be drawn by something. It plunged down headfirst and crashed into her fingertips, turning into a wildly flashing white lightning.

In the clouds, some lingering, fragmented lightning remained, and like swallows returning to their nests, they fell like rain, converging and compressing at her fingertips, forming into a small silver-white bead.

Li Qinghong brought her palms together, breathed slowly in the air for a moment, and collected it into the Thunder Pool. With the lightning gone, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated instantly. Li Qinghong was in high spirits, nodded to Li Xuanfeng, and flew off with the wind.

Having left the strait, Li Xuanfeng paused and said softly:"Let's not rush, allow me to search around here first."

Li Qinghong nodded in agreement. The two of them searched the area, riding the wind for a week. Li Xuanfeng casually scanned the surroundings, and the Golden Bow on his back suddenly lit up. Li Xuanfeng, with a hint of joy, sneered,

"As expected... this abominable creature is still hiding in the sea."

Li Xuanfeng and she had come out several times in search of the thunderbolt, carefully inspecting every area they visited, hoping to find that elusive foe. Li Qinghong's spirits were uplifted by his words, and then she saw Li Xuanfeng holding the bow, ready to shoot, as a spiral of bright light rose from the longbow in his hand.

"Now!"

The Mysterious Arrow in his hand disappeared, and a violent explosion suddenly erupted from an island not far away. Li Xuanfeng swiftly put away the longbow and descended, stepping on the Golden Shuttle.

...

Chang Zhou Island.

Chang Zhou Island was long and narrow, with many rivers and densely packed houses. Many monks were making commoners transport various stone and wood materials, carrying them up to the highest mountain.

On the mountain peak, several temples large and small had been built, with the largest shining in gold, interconnected corridors, and a few lotus flowers floating in the clear lake water.

The main hall was dark and gloomy, with hundreds of stone statues of diverse forms engraved behind it. In the middle, a jade platform towered, under which blood boiled. Only half a body was placed on top, its skin continuously rupturing and then healing again, absorbing the blood below, looking ferocious and terrifying.

Eunuch, sitting motionless, meditated with crossed legs on the high jade platform, with a blood pool wide enough to span several zhang bubbling underneath, rising in colorful lights that transformed into various scenes in the air.

Sometimes they took the form of beautiful women and fine wines, sometimes of pavilions and buildings, revolving around him, floating by. The monks on either side, dressed in black robes, stood in two neat rows, respectfully waiting by his side.

The eunuch breathed out, seeming a bit irritable,

"This is truly no good place... far from South River... sparse population and not only slow, but also many subterranean offspring, what a waste..."

Years ago, he had flown over the sea in despair and finally found this place to land. He slaughtered widely on the island to stabilize his Cultivation Level, and soon temples were established.

The eunuch's current strength did not allow him to continue fighting. The subterranean offspring's blood was tasteless, so he preached that their blood was the real Taoist Body, while the flesh of the commoners was sinful. He rapidly gained control of the island and fabricated a group of monk subterranean offspring to provide him with blood food.

Having muddled through many days overseas, he had become very adept at this sort of thing, and rapidly established a complete system locally, consuming the blood and flesh of mortals.

What troubled him was that the island was desolate and remote, with thin Spirit Mechanism, mostly inhabited by commoners. The blood food they provided was just enough to sustain his life, but as for healing or flying away to the West Sea, it was nearly impossible.

"I'll have to slowly make do, transforming a few underlings to go to the surrounding islands and collect blood food for me..."

The eunuch had quickly recovered from his initial despair. As long as there were people on the island, he had hope of recovering his strength. After all, commoners were easier to cultivate than any Spiritual Objects and were quite effective - almost like a costless business.

He was secretly pondering when he suddenly felt chilled to the bone, and it seemed as if a buzzing that could scatter his soul sounded in his ears:

"Buzz, buzz..."

'How is that possible?'

Startled, the eunuch felt the resurgence of the horror that had dominated his nights, the monk's body on the jade platform jerked twice, and blood flowed from his ears as he mumbled,

"He's here!"

The blood beneath him suddenly began to boil, climbing up the jade platform. However, it was far too slow. With a loud bang, the jade platform shattered into two, emitting bursts of colorful light.

"Mage!"

The monks on both sides simultaneously spat out blood, and all the statues in the hall shattered at once, stone powder flowing down like water. The great hall emitted a belated cry of despair as it collapsed.

Almost at the same time, in various places of Qin Ling County in the North, many statues exploded. In the Heshui Sea, the Zhu Lu Sea, monks with panicked faces looked up:

"Our second senior brother has also fallen!"