Jiang Siming balanced the gold coin on his fingertip, sensed Dao Xuan's location with his Spiritual Sense, and took aim.
Then wisps of electricity appeared around Jiang Siming's arm.
The electricity gathered from his arm to his fingertip, then flowed from his fingertip into the gold coin.
Jiang Siming urged his Spiritual Energy again and poured it inside.
Since he only wanted to test its power, Jiang Siming infused less than ten percent of his Spiritual Energy.
The gold coin already rumbled with thunder, accompanied by surging Spiritual Energy. The two merged together.
The time had come!
Railgun!
Whoosh!
The gold coin shot from Jiang Siming's fingertip, streaking through the air like a meteor from beyond the heavens.
Dao Xuan had returned from the Qingyun Sect and hurried to Little Bamboo Peak because he wanted to discuss something with Jiang Siming.
When he heard that Jiang Siming was bathing, he had no choice but to wait in the outer hall of Little Bamboo Peak.
He could not enter the inner hall at all. If he dared take even one step forward, Shuiyue and You Qingguan would probably come out and beat him up.
The more Dao Xuan thought about it, the more speechless he became. As the Sect Leader of the Qingyun Sect, he did not even have the right to enter the territory of his own sect.
He truly felt wronged.
Moreover, he had noticed that whenever the disciples of Little Bamboo Peak saw him, they kept their distance, looking at him with extremely strange expressions.
Only later did he learn that his nickname, Binding Demon, had already spread throughout Little Bamboo Peak.
Of course the female disciples avoided him when they saw him.
After learning the truth, Dao Xuan angrily cursed Jiang Siming for three days and three