A Mad Plan

Ji An tilted his head slightly and said softly:

"Do you know how that Lightning Strike Spirit Peach Tree in the small world came to be?"

Lin Lan immediately grasped his meaning and said in astonishment:

"Could it have been artificially created by Master?"

Ji An smiled faintly. "Indeed. Let us see whether a miracle will be born this time."

The two disciples exchanged a glance, hope gleaming in both their eyes.

If they could obtain a second piece of lightning-struck wood, it would prove that this method was truly feasible.

In that case, perhaps someday in the future, they too might receive such a reward from their master.

Ji An formed the hand seals for the Object Control Art, gathered all the roots together, and walked out of the cave abode. He instructed:

"Cut these roots into small sections about one foot long."

The two disciples immediately got to work. There was not much to do, and they quickly finished the task.

Ji An once more formed the hand seals for the Object Control Art, gathered the roots together, and gently tossed them out, scattering them evenly across the rocks. Each root segment was spaced roughly three feet from the others.

"Generally speaking, lightning-struck wood can only be obtained through the fortuitous strike of heavenly lightning. I am using Yimu Wood Divine Thunder to simulate the scene of a heavenly lightning strike."

He paused, then continued solemnly:

"It must be Yimu Wood Divine Thunder. Only this kind of lightning can disperse the deathly aura within spirit wood and gather its vitality anew. As for whether the spirit wood can withstand such a blessing, that depends on its fortune."

Now that he was a Nascent Soul cultivator, he viewed matters from the higher perspective of yin and yang. All living