Light of Righteousness

Jiang Ning looked at the towering walls. "Interesting."

He had never been a good man. Back in the cultivation world, he had ventured into secret realms and attacked Demonic Sects, and countless lives had been stained on his hands.

Not everyone deserved to die, yet because of stances and sects, Jiang Ning had still struck without mercy.

No high-level cultivator in the cultivation world had clean hands.

Now that he had tracked them here, Jiang Ning had not come to slaughter everyone.

Though they had discharged wastewater, polluted the water source and land, indirectly causing many people to eat bacteria-contaminated food, fall ill, and even lose their lives.

Still, Jiang Ning had no intention of acting on behalf of Heaven. He was living in the modern world now, where society had its own rules of operation. He would not interfere rashly.

What he sought in this life was Worldly Engagement. Perhaps that was somewhat self-deceptive, since he was a cultivator by nature, detached from the mundane world.

But he told himself that he needed the heart of an ordinary man.

He had only come to teach them an unforgettable lesson.

"Dad, I know. I'll be extra careful, don't worry when I'm handling things!"

"I've arranged for two lookouts nearby. If anyone comes to inspect us, I'll shut down the machines immediately!"

The young man put down his Apple Phone, sat at the factory gate, lit a cigarette, and took a satisfied drag.

One night of work and several thousand yuan was in the bag. What could make money faster than that? It was practically robbery! Sure, illegally discharging pollutants was immoral and utterly heartless, but what the hell was a conscience worth in front of money? He would rake it in for a few months, then head straight to a big city to buy a house. Who would come back to this dump?

I commit the sins, and someone else pays the price. Is there anything better than that?

Yan Bo watched the roaring machines inside the factory and could not help losing himself in the sound. To him, it was more beautiful than any sound in the world.

Once dawn approached, they could call it a night, get a good sleep, then spend a few hundred yuan on a college girl. Wouldn't that be perfect?

This life was ridiculously great, far better than going to school.

Last month, his family had bought an apartment. They had gone to a renovation company for a design plan, only to find that one of its employees was his middle school classmate. Yan Bo remembered clearly that this classmate had been an excellent student.

After asking around, he learned that his old classmate had majored in design at university and was now an interior designer.

Faced with Yan Bo as a client, his old classmate had been humble and deferential, showing him all sorts of plans. It made Yan Bo feel incredible.

Unable to resist showing off, he said, "I dropped out of middle school, but I'm doing way better than those old classmates ever did!"

What was the use of studying hard?

Better to make money through shady schemes! After Jiang Ning found his target, he expanded his hearing and caught a few scattered snippets of conversation.

Most of it was meaningless drivel, and Jiang Ning paid it no mind.

He used his Spiritual Sense to lock onto the electrical wires connected to the factory, then followed them back to the Transformer Box at the Dam.

Jiang Ning revealed himself, sat on the edge of the dam, and circulated the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning Body Tempering Art. In an instant, he condensed a great hand in the air and reached toward one of the power cables inside the Transformer Box.

"Hiss!" Jiang Ning sucked in a sharp breath. To advance his body-tempering cultivation, he needed intense stimulation, so he had drawn slightly more electricity this time, directly pushing his body to its limit.

The immense current surged back into him, and every cell in his body seemed to leap and cheer.

If someone had been standing beside Jiang Ning, they would even have seen streaks of white lightning dancing across the surface of his clothes.

This was a sign that the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning Body Tempering Art was breaking through.

Jiang Ning no longer held back and directly began breaking through the bottleneck. More and more electric current gathered toward his body, causing some kind of transformation within it.

At the same time, the massive drain on power caused the voltage in the line connected to the factory to suddenly plummet.

The young Yan Bo had been supervising the workers when the machines suddenly began slowing down, then gradually stopped. Even the large lights inside the factory dimmed considerably.

For a moment, the workers in the factory looked at one another.

Yan Bo's expression darkened. "Are they rationing electricity?"

No one answered him.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Who knows circuits? Go check it out! Hurry up, someone! If we stop work tonight, you're only getting fifty yuan!" Yan Bo ordered.

One worker stepped forward, checked the power supply, and said:

"Boss, the voltage is too low. The machines won't start."

"How could the voltage suddenly get low?" Yan Bo's tone was irritated. Losing several thousand yuan from one night of downtime—who could stand that?

"Can you think of a solution?"

"We can only find someone who knows what they're doing to inspect it," the worker replied.

"Fine, fine, fine. I'll call someone." Yan Bo tossed away his cigarette butt, grabbed his Apple Phone, and started making calls.

But in the middle of the night, no electrician was willing to come take a look. Only after he offered more money did someone agree to come.

On the dam.

The body tempering had reached a critical moment. Jiang Ning suddenly clapped his hands together. The powerful current was compressed and violently exploded within his body.

An indescribable numb itch spread through his entire body. Jiang Ning opened his eyes and slowly exhaled.

Under the night sky, a bolt of lightning actually shot from his mouth like a strip of silk, flying more than a meter before striking the air in a sudden flash.

"Body tempering has finally entered the beginner stage," Jiang Ning muttered.

The first stage of the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning Body Tempering Art required the body to adapt to lightning, allowing any part of the body to unleash lightning attacks and catch enemies completely off guard.

If an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator allowed a body-tempering cultivator to get close, a single electric current would leave them unable to resist. Their end would surely be miserable.

Since he did not lack electrical current to assist him, Jiang Ning's body-tempering realm advanced extremely quickly. Normally, this level of body tempering was equivalent to a Qi Refining Layer 4 cultivator.

Yet until now, his Qi Refining cultivation was merely at the first layer.

Jiang Ning stabilized his realm. Before leaving, he flicked out a strand of Azure Sword Qi, which slipped into the Transformer Box like a small snake and sliced through one of the wires, severing it.

Then Jiang Ning strolled to the riverside. The Spiritual Power Great Hand seized a clump of mud and stuffed it into the drainage pipe. After doing so several times, the mud clogged the pipe completely.

Jiang Ning still was not satisfied. He cast a spell, hardening the mud until it was like stone and completely sealing off the sewage pipe.

He dusted off his hands and left in satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Yan Bo had been squatting beneath the lights, anxiously waiting for the electrician. Before long, the overhead lights went out.

Yan Bo was furious!

"Boss, the power's out!" the workers gathered around and said.

"Fuck, I know that without you telling me!"

"Wait. The power will be back soon!" Yan Bo made the decision.

After waiting for over half an hour, the electricity still had not returned, though the electrician he had arranged for finally arrived.

Yan Bo rushed over as if he had seen his savior.

The electrician was highly professional. After quickly checking things over, he confirmed that the power had gone out. Then, using a light, he followed the electrical lines and inspected them, finally discovering that the problem was at the Transformer Box.

There was nothing they could do now. They had to notify the power grid workers before it could be repaired.

Yan Bo gritted his teeth in fury. Every day of downtime was like carving flesh off his body! Inwardly, he cursed countless times. Why had the power not gone out for someone else? Why did it have to be his factory?