Jiang Hao had diligently practiced the Lesser Five Thunders Technique these past days. Though he had made progress, he had never achieved a breakthrough. He pondered for a long time without figuring out the problem. He had asked Hong Lu the Old Daoist, but the Old Daoist had not even mastered it himself and had no way to teach him.
One day, while cultivating atop the mountain, dark clouds suddenly drifted across the sky. Seeing that it was about to rain, Jiang Hao glanced up, put away his meditation cushion, and prepared to head down. It was best not to cultivate during thunderstorms. If one's state of mind was insufficient, the flashes of lightning and peals of thunder could easily startle one and cause deviations in cultivation. The loss would outweigh the gain.
Of course, if one could remain unflinching with Mount Tai collapsing before one's eyes and unperturbed by thunder roaring overhead, then wind, rain, lightning, and thunder would all be opportunities to enter meditation. But that level of skill was exceedingly high. One had to achieve stillness upon stillness, able to enter meditation even while standing in a bustling marketplace.
Jiang Hao's cultivation had long since seeped into his bones. External things no longer affected him, and he could even cultivate automatically. Every breath was cultivation; walking, sitting, lying down, and even sleeping were all cultivation. Naturally, he did not fear thunder or rain.
But not fearing it did not mean he wanted to stand outside getting drenched.
Just as he reached a pavilion halfway down the mountain, torrential rain came pouring down. Jiang Hao was in no hurry to descend further and stepped into the pavilion to shelter from the rain.
A bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky, followed by a crack of thunder extremely