Chapter 29: The Art of Lightning Control-O cancelamento do noivado que você propôs, eu despertei o sangue do deus demônio, por que você chora?(Deus Fantasma)

Ji Kun’s notice was clear: those entering the Origin Vein must be cultivators below the Spirit Origin Realm.

Bai Ling had no trouble protecting himself within the Origin Vein, but he was deeply concerned about the Xiao family, one of the three great clans. The reason he hadn't taken the opportunity to wipe out the Xiao family two days ago was precisely for this moment—to temper Bai Ling. He had experienced far too little of the world's cruelty. Bai Ling had a long road ahead and would inevitably leave Liuyue City in the future; his mentor feared that this naive boy would one day lose his life to some unforeseen danger. In this world, the most terrifying things were not the demonic beasts or demons, but the human heart.

In Xuan Ningyue’s plan, she could easily hide her cultivation level and act as Bai Ling’s guardian during this journey into the Origin Vein.

Bai Ling contemplated for a moment, his gaze deep as he looked out the window at the sky. He voiced his thoughts: "It is not that I fear you will be a burden, Yueyue, but I want to strive and seize the fortunes of this world on my own!"

Bai Zhentian looked at his back and asked, "What will you do if you encounter a crisis?"

"If others do not offend me, I shall not offend them! But if they do... then my fists are the only truth!" Bai Ling replied.

Bai Zhentian clapped his hands, roared with laughter, and before leaving, he urged, "Be careful in all things!"

Watching Bai Zhentian depart, Bai Ling packed his belongings and some provisions, then pushed open the door and left. His destination was the mountain behind Liuyue City.

The weather was gloomy today, with dark clouds gathering in swarms. Bai Ling utilized his Wind Shadow technique, transforming into a blurred silhouette as he sprinted toward the summit. Half an hour later, he stood at the peak. From this height, he could see the entire outline of Liuyue City, every street and alley clear at a glance.

Bai Ling looked up at the sky, which had grown even darker. He took out three pieces of lightning-struck profound iron and arranged them in a triangle around him. Having recently had much of his blood drained by Yaoyao, Bai Ling was incredibly weak, his face pale.

Boom!

Rumble!

A bolt of lightning crashed down from the sky, striking a hundred meters away from him. A faint smile appeared on Bai Ling’s face. The lightning-struck iron would attract the thunder of heaven and earth, drawing it toward him, allowing a tiny wisp to seep into his body.

Bai Ling’s expression stiffened instantly. In an instant, the origin energy between heaven and earth surged wildly into his body. He felt a boom within him; his heart pounded violently, pumping fresh blood into his origin veins. The second origin gate began to absorb the energy frantically, filling up in mere seconds. Bai Ling channeled the Thunder Origin Technique, and a roaring sound like thunder echoed from within his body.

As the technique operated, the origin energy of the world continued to pour into him. Suddenly, the third origin gate burst open with a loud crack.

Initial Origin Realm, Level Three!

As the energy stored within his body increased, Bai Ling’s physical state recovered rapidly, and his pale complexion gradually returned to a healthy glow.

Boom!

The heavens seemed to grow angry, determined to unleash a torrential downpour! Thunder and lightning flashed incessantly.

*Now is the time! Break!*

Bai Ling snatched the remaining three pieces of lightning-struck iron and placed them around him once more. A streak of white lightning tore through the clouds, descending toward the top of his head at the speed of light.

"Well come!"

As the white light arrived, Bai Ling let out a low roar, pushing the Thunder Origin Technique to its limit, his muscles tensed.

*Crackle!*

Bai Ling was struck as if by a bolt of electricity. His hair stood on end, and he stood like a statue atop the mountain, the smile on his face long gone. The lightning surged into his body, his brain’s nerves buzzed, and his consciousness momentarily halted. The electricity traveled through his internal organs and limbs at lightning speed, eventually slamming into his heart.

*Boom!*

Bai Ling spat out a mouthful of blood. His heart, feeling the mortal danger, began to beat wildly. The Thunder Origin Technique surged within him at top speed. A flash of white lightning flickered in his pupils.

"You want to vanish? Hmph, did I give you permission?" Bai Ling scoffed. He had a bold idea: he wanted to attempt to trap that bolt of lightning within his body.

The mysterious drop of blood he had fused with not only granted him combat prowess far beyond his level but also gave him terrifying regenerative capabilities. He thought that if he could capture that lightning and trap it within his body, he could control it. If he encountered danger in the Origin Vein, releasing it would have an unimaginable effect.

As for being struck by lightning? An ordinary mortal body might be reduced to charcoal in an instant, with even the soul shattered. But after becoming a cultivator, every aspect of the body was greatly enhanced. It would just be a little miserable.

Bai Ling was currently in great agony. He tried to seize the lightning, but it seemed to sense his intent; after coursing through all his meridians, it vanished instantly. The numbing sensation left him rigid, like a wooden carving.

At the foot of the mountain, the cold-faced Xuan Ningyue watched in shock, her face full of worry and confusion. "Will Brother Ling be struck dead by the lightning? Lightning is born from the laws of heaven and earth, possessing immense destructive power. Is he being too reckless with this kind of cultivation?"

Bai Zhentian laughed. "He is practicing the Thunder Origin Technique; he is a lightning cultivator. This kind of lightning is only beneficial and harmless to him!"

Bai Zhentian continued to explain, "For a lightning cultivator, the environment and training are initially extremely harsh. Only on rainy days will lightning occasionally strike. However, if one happens to encounter it, their cultivation speed is incredibly fast. Using lightning to temper the body is highly effective. Furthermore, if he happens to encounter a thunderstorm while battling someone, the power he can unleash by borrowing the lightning of heaven and earth is enough to fight across a major realm!"

Xuan Ningyue had never seen a lightning cultivator before. In the entire Luoxuan Empire, she had never heard of anyone practicing techniques related to thunder. This was her first time witnessing it.

Xuan Ningyue furrowed her brows. "Doesn't that mean if he doesn't encounter extreme weather, his power will significantly decline?"

"Of course not," Bai Zhentian replied. "In the later stages of cultivation, the body, having been tempered by lightning, is vastly different from before. His physical body alone is stronger than others of the same realm, and he can cast lightning arts. Borrowing the lightning of heaven and earth only causes his combat power to soar even further!"

In Xuan Ningyue’s view, the clouds in the sky turned violently dark, and a bolt of lightning suddenly slammed into the top of Bai Ling’s head, disappearing into his body. Bai Zhentian saw this as well, his eyes widening in horror.

He roared, "Why is Ling’er so reckless!"

Xuan Ningyue’s face changed drastically. In her eyes, Bai Ling, who had just been smiling and immersed in the joy of cultivation, had hurriedly taken out three more pieces of lightning-struck iron. That bolt of lightning had landed with pinpoint accuracy on his head and vanished into his body.

Filled with immense worry, Xuan Ningyue wanted to rush to Bai Ling’s side to see if he was alright. Just then, Bai Zhentian’s shocked voice rang out.

"Thunder Control Art!"

"No, that's impossible!"

"Ling’er has practiced the Thunder Origin Technique for less than three days, yet he can already draw lightning directly into his body? Is this foolish boy trying to kill himself?!" Bai Zhentian roared.

Xuan Ningyue could no longer remain calm. She bolted toward the mountain at full speed. At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind: Bai Ling’s safety.

"Come back!"