A single bolt of lightning was worth as much as a single Earth-grade martial art.
For materials, that was already the price of a Heaven-grade material.
Lu Yang had originally thought this bolt of lightning would be worth about the same as the four kinds of lightning he had absorbed before. He hadn't expected it to be so expensive.
Still, Lu Yang could understand.
How few were the heroic souls in the world, and how precious was the lightning born of a soul loyal and brave?
Across Qing Province, apart from the Shanhetal, Lu Yang truly didn't know where else he could find such a rare material.
One had to know that even the Qianfeng Merchant Association, with its wide range of goods, rarely had anything like this in stock.
Looking at the "Commanding Thunder" in his hand, sealed by a secret method inside a small glass vial, Lu Yang couldn't help feeling wistful.
Ever since Wanlin Prefecture, Lu Yang had been collecting the five kinds of heavenly thunder. Only now had he truly gotten what he wished for.
Throughout the process, his life seemed to have changed dramatically without his noticing.
At first, he had been no more than a low-ranking Demon Extermination Envoy in Wanlin Prefecture. Now, he had become a mighty figure in his own right.
Even in the Shanhetal, Wu Shentong had entrusted him with important duties.
If he returned to Wanlin Prefecture now, he would be its strongest cultivator. Even Huang Jiang, who was also in the Sixth Realm, likely wouldn't be a match for him anymore.
Such was the strange and wondrous nature of fate.
In just two short years, everything had changed beyond recognition.
Even Lu Yang himself felt as if a lifetime had passed.
With a jumble of emotions in his heart,