Nine Heavens' Profound Fiends, Transform into Divine Thunder

"Qi Zixiao..."

The Holy Son silently repeated her name in his heart, but only for a moment before his gaze grew even more resolute.

"So what if you truly obtained the General Principles of Daoist Arts Under Heaven? In the Contention of the First Sequence, you're bound to lose!"

He then joined the ranks searching for the "Dust-Covered Divine Skill" on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

With that, the matter grew even hotter.

The Saintess and Holy Son had arrived one after another to search, directly confirming that the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion contained "divine skills"—and more than one at that!

After all, the Cloud Mist Swordplay alone had already made countless disciples green with envy and eager to obtain it.

Especially after word spread that "Saintess Qi Zixiao found the General Principles of Daoist Arts Under Heaven on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion and left satisfied," the disciples went completely mad.

The Scripture Pavilion was practically about to burst from being crammed full!!!

By then, however, Lin Fan had already returned to the Saintess Pavilion.

He had no idea that the outside world had already been thrown into an uproar, much less that countless people were claiming he had obtained the General Principles of Daoist Arts Under Heaven. He only felt his back drenched in cold sweat the moment he closed the door.

"Luckily, nothing went wrong..."

Lin Fan let out a soft sigh. "I still know far too little about the Purple Mansion Holy Land. Still, although I was a little rash, the benefits are obvious."

He opened the ancient General Principles of Martial Arts Under Heaven, and numerous traditional Chinese characters leaped into view.

"This book is rather miraculous. It looks like it's from who knows how many years ago, yet not a single part of it is blurred or damaged."

"But this is really hard to read!"

Traditional characters, classical prose, and all kinds of meridians and acupoints—after looking through just a few pages, Lin Fan felt his head grow enormous.

He had no foundation!

After flipping through it roughly, he reached the conclusion that these General Principles of Martial Arts Under Heaven were indeed extraordinary, at least in Lin Fan's view.

A senior of a sect had reached the Tribulation Transcendence Stage and felt he had little confidence in surviving his tribulation, so he sought inspiration from every possible angle to improve himself.

Thus, he studied the Martial Arts cultivated by ordinary people and recorded some of the more famous and powerful ones.

According to Lin Fan's guess, compared with things like the Nine Yin Manual, they should be no weaker—if anything, they were stronger.

"Jade Maiden Heart Sutra... Tsk, this world has it too?"

"Arhat Skill. Monks cultivate it with half the effort and twice the results, while others get twice the effort and half the results? No..."

"Sole Supremacy Art? Holy crap, isn't this a martial art of the Free and Unfettered Sect? Amazing!"

When he reached this part, Lin Fan began reading carefully.

Never mind anything else—the name of this technique alone was domineering enough to shake the heavens!

But after examining it closely, he discovered that this was not the Free and Unfettered Sect's Sole Supremacy Art. It merely had the same name, and it did not let one regain youth once every thirty years.

What it shared with that technique was its extreme domineering nature. It was one of the most tyrannical techniques in the martial world—or perhaps the most tyrannical of them all.

"It's you!"

Lin Fan made up his mind.

Difficult?

Then difficult it would be!

Even if he had to memorize it by rote, he would commit it to memory!

Fortunately, Qi Zixiao's body gave him abundant energy and vitality, and his memory had improved greatly as well. The more than two days remaining were enough for him to memorize the Sole Supremacy Art...

Modern world, inside a rented apartment.

Qi Zixiao sat cross-legged on the sofa in utter boredom, her expression as still as an ancient well. A bucket of braised beef instant noodles sat in front of her.

"That fellow!!!"

Suddenly, she began grinding her teeth.

"Is he deliberately messing with me?"

Looking at the two phones beside her, anger surged through her, and she even felt like throwing them straight out!

During the half-day since she had crossed over, she had first finished watching the many videos Lin Fan left behind, then spent some time taking a simple tour around the rented apartment and its surroundings.

After all, wanting to gain an initial understanding of an unfamiliar environment was practically the instinct of every living creature.

Then...

She had intended to turn on the phone and learn about this "magical little box," but the result was... difficult to put into words!

At this very moment.

Cultivate?

She couldn't cultivate.

Go out? The videos Lin Fan left behind had said that she should preferably not wander too far from the rented apartment. Although she did not necessarily have to follow that rule completely, Qi Zixiao felt it would be better to obey it somewhat.

After all, that fellow was currently in control of her body.

If she was "disobedient," what if that fellow refused to obey later as well?

So now, she was incredibly bored!

So bored that she had opened another bucket of instant noodles, and was now waiting for the three minutes it took to finish soaking...

"Oh, right."

Qi Zixiao suddenly had an idea. "He said this television can be watched, didn't he?"

Cultivators at the Spirit Transformation stage had astonishing memories. Although she had only watched the video once, she still easily turned on the television.

"This is... what they call an advertisement, right?"

Change the channel!

"My family has a huge fishpond. Would you be willing to be my girlfriend?"

"..."

Change the channel!

"Huanhuan, listen to what I have to say..."

Change it again!

After changing through more than a dozen channels in one minute, Qi Zixiao's brows furrowed slightly.

Boring.

These programs were all boring to her. Modern romance? Ancient palace intrigue? Youth idol dramas?

Not the slightest bit interesting...

Until...

"Heaven is not benevolent, treating all things as straw dogs!"

"..."

"Xiaofan!!!!"

"..."

The special effects appeared!

A group of cultivators flew on swords, fought, and slaughtered one another on the television.

"Now this looks a little more like it, but their strength seems somewhat weak..."

Although she felt the slightest trace of disdain, she did not change the channel again. At least it was watchable now, and she had found a tiny sliver of common ground.

A cultivator watching a television drama about cultivation—wasn't that just perfect?

Qi Zixiao sat cross-legged on the sofa, eating instant noodles and following the drama. At the same time, she felt somewhat puzzled.

"This world has not the slightest trace of spiritual energy. At least, there's none where I am. In other words, cultivating should be impossible."

"But why do these television programs have cultivators in them?"

"That fellow said television programs are all fake, but this drama does carry some flavor of cultivation. So then... how did they know what cultivators are like?"

"Could this cultivation sect called the Azure Cloud Sect truly exist? Or perhaps this world is actually connected to the Cultivation World?"

"If that's the case, I can ask that fellow about it. If I can enter the Cultivation World, it would benefit me quite a bit..."

After recording this matter in her heart, Qi Zixiao began her life of following dramas like a shut-in girl.

At night, when the television stopped broadcasting dramas, she took out paper and brush and wrote down the messages she wanted to leave for Lin Fan...

As for why she did not record them on her phone?

It was difficult to put into words...!

The third day, early morning.

Qi Zixiao rose early, ate a bowl of instant noodles, and then... added a sentence to the "message book."

Afterward, she began happily following the drama again.

The Azure Cloud Sect was in a perilous battle, its situation hanging by a thread.

Then, at the critical moment, Lu Xueqi stepped forward. The spirit sword in her hand burst into dazzling radiance.

"Nine Heavens' Profound Fiends, transform into divine thunder. Glorious Heavenly Might, draw it forth with the sword!!!"

Boom!

The thunder of the Nine Heavens rumbled!

And this thunderclap seemed to split straight through Qi Zixiao's heart.