No Longer Struck by Lightning

Is it easy for me? Others cultivate immortality for longevity, but I'm cultivating immortality just to risk my life.

If I get struck dead by lightning, will I have died in vain?

Right, just now he vaguely sensed the existence of the Lightning Dao Seed. The current that circulated within his body along with the Cultivation Method was all absorbed by the Dao Seed in the end.

Su Fan closed his eyes, his divine sense gathering towards his chest.

Slowly, he sensed the existence of the Lightning Dao Seed, enveloped by purple currents.

With a thought, a wisp of current was drawn out from the Dao Seed. It flowed along the meridians of his arm, all the way to Su Fan's palm.

Raising his hand, he saw the purple current swirling around his fingers.

"Snap..."

Su Fan snapped his fingers, and the purple current rubbed and collided, creating a dazzling spark with a crackling sound.

He turned to the wooden door he had kicked open and slammed his fist into the Black Ironwood door panel.

"Bang..."

The already cracked wooden door shattered into pieces.

Su Fan picked up a piece that had flown off. It clearly showed large burn marks.

"The power of this punch, if it hit someone, would be quite something..."

He had gained another way to trick people.

He assumed a stance and performed Xingyi Quan.

Purple currents swirled around his fists, truly giving off a "Saint Seiya" vibe.

Su Fan got into the flow and performed it several times, generating a powerful momentum.

As a result, the purple currents grew weaker and weaker until they flickered a few times and disappeared.

That's it...

The Lightning Dao Seed was just a giant power bank.

And he was an electric baton, a large one for self-defense tasers.

Now that the power bank was depleted, he would have to be struck by lightning again to recharge it.

He had just experienced a Heavenly Lightning Infusion. Although his physical body was no longer afraid of lightning, the process was agonizing.

Should he practice "Lightning Ghost Step" or not?

Maybe not.

Why go through that suffering?

Yes, he wouldn't practice it.

The next day, the snow was still falling.

The sky was overcast, and the biting wind was sharp as a knife.

The swirling snow fell from the sky, forming a vast curtain of snow, leaving the world desolate.

Su Fan once again wrapped himself up like a mummy.

Last night, he couldn't resist and took another beating from the lightning.

He opened his status panel. [Spiritual Power] Lightning Ghost Step (Novice): 1/100.

He had been struck by heavenly lightning twice in one night, almost to the point of death. Fortunately, both Spiritual Powers had reached the novice level.

Su Fan had really gone all out for these two Spiritual Powers.

Just then, someone knocked on the door outside.

Su Fan put on his Daoist robe and went into the courtyard.

"Brother, open the door..."

Hearing Xu Wen's voice from next door, Su Fan quickly opened the door.

Xu Wen's right arm was bandaged, and he walked into the courtyard with a dejected expression.

"Last night, I was robbed by Bandit Cultivators. Luckily, I ran fast, or I wouldn't be here to see you, brother..."

Su Fan led Xu Wen into the house and poured him a cup of tea.

"Brother, what exactly happened?"

Xu Wen then recounted the whole incident to Su Fan.

Yesterday evening, as soon as he left the Market Town, he was targeted by several Bandit Cultivators. Fortunately, he had several life-saving Magic Tools and Talismans, which allowed him to survive.

"Brother, the Bandit Cultivators are getting bolder and bolder. It's not even dark yet, and they dare to act under the Lesser Yang Sect's nose."

Su Fan frowned upon hearing this.

"Brother, didn't the Lesser Yang Sect's enforcement team come out?"

"Alas... Yesterday, the Lesser Yang Sect elders ordered all disciples stationed outside to return to the Market Town and not to step out of the main gate. The Market Town will be sealed after dark from now on."

Su Fan was stunned. Even if the Lesser Yang Sect wasn't what it used to be, they wouldn't be this cowardly.

Xu Wen sighed and said, "Brother, I'm here to say goodbye. I'm moving to the market town. Don't go out these days."

Su Fan's expression grew more and more grim. The market town was going to be in chaos.

The few late-stage Qi Refining elders of the Lesser Yang Sect within the market town were enough to suppress the surrounding Rogue Cultivators.

But not only had the Lesser Yang Sect sealed their mountain gate, they were now preparing to hole up in the market town. They must have encountered a major problem.

"Brother, have there been any recent reports of Evil Cultivators?"

Xu Wen forced a smile and said, "Yes. In just a few days, it's said that hundreds of Rogue Cultivators near the market town have died, and their deaths were all inexplicable."

After speaking, he patted Su Fan's shoulder and turned to leave.

Before walking out the door, he hesitated, then turned back to Su Fan's side.

Xu Wen opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he didn't.

He took two Talismans out of his Storage Bag and stuffed them into Su Fan's hand.

He grabbed Su Fan's hand and shook it heavily, saying, "Brother, take care..."

Watching Xu Wen's retreating back, Su Fan sighed.

The other party's eagerness to leave indicated that something big was really about to happen.

Old Xu must know something, but perhaps he couldn't reveal it, which was why he left behind two Talismans.

He glanced at the Talismans in his hand: a Golden Shield Talisman and an Evil Suppressing Talisman.

Two mid-grade Talismans. Old Xu was a good person.

Su Fan closed the courtyard gate, then returned to the inner room and sat cross-legged on the cushion.

While there was still time, he should quickly increase the proficiency of his Lightning Eye Dharma Eye.

Although Old Xu hadn't said anything, he could tell from the Evil Suppressing Talisman he gave him.

The trouble the Lesser Yang Sect encountered this time was most likely related to Evil Cultivators.

On the cold winter night, the snow fell harder and harder, and the north wind howled outside the window.

The remaining snow on the empty street was blown everywhere, like the mournful cries of demons and ghosts.

After nine cycles of cultivation, Su Fan stood up and went to the small courtyard outside.

Everything was silent around him. The ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, as if it had been draped in silver radiance.

Su Fan walked to the middle of the courtyard and sat cross-legged on the snow.

He could feel that the purple current stored within his Dao Seed was far from reaching its limit. It was estimated that even if the Heavenly Thunder cycle ran a few more times, it might not be full.

He would have to go through it again tonight, or it wouldn't be enough for him to handle. It would be depleted after just a few sets of punches.

The purple current in his Dao Seed was currently his best means of restraining evil spirits and ghosts.

Even though the process of Heavenly Thunder infusion was like purgatory, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure it due to the circumstances.

At this moment, in a forest outside the market town, stood several cultivators in black cloaks.

The group stood still, silent, letting the snowflakes fall on them.

After a while, a figure descended from the sky.

The newcomer was a beautiful female cultivator.

She was in her twenties, wearing cloud-like robes as white as snow, with a light purple brocade sash tied around her slender waist.

Her eyes were clear and indifferent, as if she had seen through everything in the mortal world, and nothing could stir her heart.

She was transcendent and aloof, looking down upon all beings.

"Welcome, Senior Sister Qinghuan."

The black-clothed cultivators quickly stepped forward to greet her, bowing deeply.

The female cultivator's eyes were deep and serene, exuding distance and coldness.

"Are you ready?"

A tall and sturdy black-clothed cultivator quickly bowed.

"Senior Sister Qinghuan, everything has been arranged."

"What about the Shaoyang location?"

"A few days ago, the Heavenly Demon Talisman was given to Junior Sister Muxue."

The female cultivator nodded and said faintly, "Then let's begin..."

As soon as she finished speaking, a "boom" echoed.

Flashes of lightning flickered in the distant sky, like dancing snakes, whistling down.

The group turned to watch, all of them awestruck by the scene in the distance.

"Send someone to take a look..."

The female cultivator finished speaking, waved her hand, and said, "The plan remains unchanged. Go..."

The crowd responded with a roar, bowed in unison, and dispersed.

The female cultivator clasped her hands behind her back, glanced at the flashing lightning in the distance, and frowned.

Then she raised her hand, and the surroundings were instantly enveloped in thick black mist.

She turned and merged into it. The black mist rose with the wind and disappeared into the pitch-black night in the blink of an eye.

Su Fan's small courtyard was a mess.

The lightning had gradually subsided, and Su Fan, with a pained expression, sat cross-legged.

More than a dozen heavenly lightning bolts had struck him, nearly killing him.

It hurt like hell.

He struggled to stand up. The bandages he had just wrapped were tattered, and his entire body was almost numb.

"I swear, I'll never get struck by lightning again in this lifetime..."

He tore off the broken bandages, took out the last roll, and wrapped himself up like a mummy again.

Now, his physical body was becoming increasingly able to withstand the bombardment of heavenly lightning.

Despite the pain, the external injuries from this heavenly lightning baptism were negligible.

Su Fan put on a daoist robe. Just as he was about to turn back into the house, he heard a world-shattering explosion in the distance.

"Boom..."

As the thought arose, his body floated to the rooftop.

He used the Qi Gazing Art. The spiritual energy in the distance was violently agitated, emitting a dazzling light.

"That's the formation of the Market Town..."

Continuous violent roars came from the Market Town.

Following that, the shantytowns around the Market Town were in chaos everywhere.

Nearby Rogue Cultivators were also awakened. As people were filled with unease, they heard shouts.

"Someone is attacking the Market Town..."

"Shaoyang Market has fallen..."

"Hurry, let's go too..."

"Let's go, let's loot!"

This commotion was like dropping a few drops of water into a boiling oil pan; the atmosphere around them exploded with a "boom."

Countless Rogue Cultivators with bloodshot eyes rushed madly towards the Market Town.

The initial panic and unease had long been replaced by twisted desires, their eyes filled with fervor and excitement.

"They've gone mad, completely mad..."

It was obvious that someone in the crowd had deliberately incited them, intending to use these Rogue Cultivators as cannon fodder.

Su Fan shook his head and jumped down from the roof.

With the Market Town in such chaos, should he go out and hide?

After careful consideration, he rejected the idea. It was pitch black outside, so it was better to stay hidden at home for now.

Su Fan thought for a moment, walked to the north side of the house under the window, reached his hand into the thick snow, pulled open the cellar door, and jumped in.

The cellar was damp. Frost covered the walls, and the aroma of cabbage and radishes filled the air.

He rubbed a wisp of flame from his finger, lit the candle hanging on the wall, and found a clean spot to sit cross-legged.

He would make do for tonight. If the situation didn't improve tomorrow, he would go out and hide for a few days.

Su Fan checked the items in his Storage Bag and sorted the Talismans by category.

Now, everyone's attention was on the Market Town. At least for tonight, this place was the safest.

He thought things were going quite well for himself.

If he hadn't attracted heavenly lightning today, things would indeed have gone as he wished.

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