Chapter 209
As he spoke, his face radiated an air of dominance, as if the Da Zizai Demon Sect was nothing to him.
When he reached the edge of the Thunder Pool, Zheng Fa suddenly broke into a smile in the direction of the Wulong Heavenly Palace—was this master uncle starting to give himself a psychological boost in advance?
It seemed that the reputation of the Ling Ye Fairy was indeed formidable.
...
It wasn't just Master Pang who was affected by the Ling Ye Fairy.
Yan Wushuang was even more so.
In front of the grand hall of the Tianbei Realm, Zheng Fa encountered the frowning Yan Wushuang. Seeing him approach, the usually warm Yan Wushuang merely greeted him listlessly, “Brother Zheng, you’re here?”
“Yan brother, you…”
Seemingly aware of his own demeanor, Yan Wushuang sighed, “I must apologize, Brother Zheng. Ever since that Fairy Xiao arrived… I’ve been quite unsettled.”
“...That doesn’t sound like you, Yan brother.”
Zheng Fa had a bit of understanding of Yan Wushuang; he was not the type to be intimidated by a mere name.
“You don’t understand…” Yan Wushuang pondered before continuing, “I rarely envy anyone’s good fortune, but… this Fairy Xiao is truly someone to be envied.” “...Fairy Xiao?” Zheng Fa asked, puzzled by his reference. “Do you know her well?”
“Well, not exactly. It was about thirty years ago,” Yan Wushuang seemed to drift into memories. “Back then, in the vast Hanhai Desert, a treasure light shook the land for miles, rumored to be a supreme treasure emerging… disciples from all sects went, and of course, I went too.”
Zheng Fa understood what Yan Wushuang was getting at.
A sympathetic expression involuntarily crossed his face.
“I searched for that treasure in the endless desert, my eyes nearly turned yellow from squinting, and I looked for a full four months… but never caught a glimpse of it.” Yan Wushuang chuckled bitterly. “Fairy Xiao came later, and she didn’t even search; she just strolled around for three days.”
“Three days…” Yan Wushuang’s expression held a confusion that had lingered for thirty years. “That thing just flew to her feet like a dog.”
Seeing Yan Wushuang in such a state of despair, Zheng Fa didn’t know what to say.
“Brother Zheng, it’s not that my will is weak, it’s just… this Fairy Xiao has such extraordinary luck that it seems almost unreasonable!”
Zheng Fa opened his mouth, but a thought remained unspoken—there must be some scientific reasoning behind her situation…
...
Watching Yan Wushuang walk away in a daze, Zheng Fa shook his head and entered the Baibao Hall.
In the center of the hall stood a jade disc, shimmering with light, inscribed with the names of various spiritual materials and the required Tian Gong values for exchange.
There were quite a few spiritual materials, and it took Zheng Fa a while to find the thousand-year-old Yang Lei Spider inner core he needed.
“Five hundred Tian Gong…”
Zheng Fa frowned; that was no small amount.
For instance, it seemed that Yan Wushuang and the others had only managed to gather about fifty Tian Gong after months of effort.
According to the Fengshen Book, using the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder to punish evil and promote good would yield at most ten Tian Gong—only for the most wicked of individuals.
Generally, those who committed crimes not involving murder or arson wouldn’t even earn a single Tian Gong—of course, with Yan Wushuang’s group’s control over the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder, they wouldn’t be able to earn such Tian Gong.
In this light, five hundred Tian Gong was indeed a lot.
As Zheng Fa pondered, a tall woman walked in.
Her gaze lingered on Zheng Fa for a moment, seemingly recognizing his foundational cultivation level, but she didn’t mind. She simply approached the jade disc and examined the spiritual materials.
When she saw some of the materials, she muttered, “This… still requires Tian Gong?”
Without needing to hear more, Zheng Fa recognized her.
He cupped his hands in a salute to the imposing Ling Ye Fairy.
She nodded in acknowledgment but said nothing.
The gap in their cultivation levels was too vast, and Zheng Fa didn’t intend to strike up a conversation. He turned to leave, but as he did, he couldn’t help but glance at her Fengshen Book.
Golden…
...
Zheng Fa’s spirit was attached to the statue.
His mind was still occupied with thoughts of the Ling Ye Fairy’s Yuan Magnetic Dao Body.
He had long suspected that the Xuanwei Realm wasn’t devoid of electromagnetic induction; rather, it was unstable under the influence of spiritual energy.
However, judging by the Ling Ye Fairy’s past experiences of finding treasures everywhere, she likely had some talent in this area—either she could attract those treasures or she could sense the unstable magnetic fields they emitted.
It was even possible she possessed both abilities.
With this thought, Zheng Fa felt a sense of urgency.
He had previously thought that cultivators in the Xuanwei Realm lacked the means to truly understand how to control the power of the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder.
But if this Ling Ye Fairy could indeed sense changes in the electromagnetic field… she would already possess quite sophisticated observational tools.
It seemed that people in the Xuanwei Realm preferred to regard it as a kind of innate talent.
Just as he was deep in thought, a loud gurgling sound suddenly came from below the statue.
Zheng Fa looked down.
The little girl who seemed to be his temple attendant was clutching her stomach, her face scrunched up in distress.
She looked like she hadn’t eaten in days.
Zheng Fa thought for a moment; it did seem like no one had made offerings to him in several days—even today, no one had come to the temple at all.
It was as if this temple had been forgotten.
In the midst of his confusion, Zheng Fa suddenly heard the little temple attendant muttering to herself:
“Lord Thunder God, could you please show your presence again?”
“…”
He heard her continue, “Just like a few days ago when you made a sound; they all said I misheard…”
“…”
“If you don’t show your presence again, we might have to get another Thunder God in Banshan City!”
This remark made Zheng Fa, who had been watching quietly, pause.
Another god?
Isn’t this place my domain?
The little temple attendant seemed used to talking to herself, and as she pondered, she began to voice her thoughts:
“That Pīlì Sect has recently taken away all our followers. Those followers keep saying that their leader is about to become a god… I heard that he can actually control the heavenly thunder.” The little temple attendant grumbled, “Now everyone in the city has to make offerings to them, and there’s nothing left to offer to you, Lord Thunder God…”
Zheng Fa listened closely.
It seemed there was a mortal who, for some reason, had gained a bit of cultivation or perhaps some tricks, and was preparing to take over his role…
Zheng Fa didn’t know who his predecessor as the Thunder God was or where they were now.
But it was clear that the previous deity had not shown their presence in a long time.
Over time, the people in the city had grown disappointed and even started to worship this “living god” instead.
“That leader said that once he ascends to godhood, their followers will live a life free of worries… quite a few people are drawn in.”
Zheng Fa nodded inwardly; he actually thought this leader was quite talented—if he wasn’t engaging in any criminal activities, he would consider investigating him and replacing this temple attendant who only stole from his offerings.
“However, I know he’s just deceiving people… what good life? It’s just a bunch of people running around naked, doing indecent things in their big house!”
The little temple attendant said resentfully.
… This leader was indeed talented, but too talented to be allowed to remain…
“I’ve been serving you, Lord Thunder God, as a temple attendant for generations. I know you well. It’s just that you haven’t shown your presence…” the little temple attendant continued to daydream, “... back then, what would that Pīlì Sect have to do with us? That leader would have been scared to death!”
“State your name.”
Zheng Fa finally spoke.
“Lord Thunder God?” The little temple attendant jumped three feet high.
“It is I.”
“…” Upon hearing this, the little temple attendant turned pale and suddenly fainted…
Wait, why are you scared? Are you that leader from the Pīlì Sect who plays those games without barriers?
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 202: Summoning Thunder (4K)
Chapter 202: Summoning Thunder 4k
The little temple attendant fainted for a moment before slowly regaining consciousness.
She lay on the ground in a daze for a while, as if recalling Zheng Fa’s voice. She cautiously glanced at the towering statue and tentatively asked, “Lord Thunder God, are you there?”
“I am here.”
The little temple attendant trembled again, but this time she didn’t faint. Instead, her face lit up with fervent reverence as she exclaimed, “Lord Thunder God, you’ve finally shown your presence!”
But Zheng Fa could hear her inner thoughts murmuring:
“Oh no, oh no, if I had known Lord Thunder God would show his presence, I would have remembered what my father taught me to offer… um, but that’s not his fault; it seems my grandfather taught him… wait, Lord Thunder God just woke up, so he shouldn’t know…”
Zheng Fa found her conflicting expressions quite amusing.
“What is your name?”
“Me? I’m called Xiao Qing,” the little temple attendant replied.
“What is your surname?”
“Surname?” Xiao Qing looked a bit confused. “What’s a surname? I’m just called Xiao Qing.”
Zheng Fa realized that this world was likely quite different from the outside.
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