Three Thousand Lightning Movement

Deep within an ancient mountain forest, bright moonlight spilled down. From time to time, the cries of various magical beasts rang out, sounding especially terrifying.

On the mountaintop, beneath the moon, two Beauties, one older and one younger, sat atop a huge boulder, watching the tall figure slowly rise into the sky some distance away.

At some point, a fierce wind had risen, sweeping across the boundless sea of forest and soaring straight into the heavens.

The young man kept his eyes tightly shut as his short black hair danced in the wind, his body gradually lifting into the air.

There was no energy fluctuation around him. There was only wind. It was the wind that lifted him into flight.

Following his will, the wind between heaven and earth grew even more violent.

Yet before long, the wind throughout the area where the three of them stood suddenly came to a halt.

At that moment, heaven and earth became frighteningly silent. Even the magical beasts that had howled beneath the gale fell quiet.

The oppressive atmosphere felt like the calm before a storm.

If one were to pull back their view and focus on the clouds within a thousand-mile radius centered on the three of them, they would discover that the clouds were being drawn by some invisible force toward the very center.

As time passed, even wind began to gather within the eye of the storm, which had initially been the calmest place.

A sea of clouds stretching beyond sight surged toward this region. The bright moonlight was obscured, and the entire world sank into darkness.

One could not see their own hand before their face, yet the sea of clouds overhead continued to gather without end.

Beneath the clouds, the wind still seemed unsatisfied. It continued fanning the flames, blowing the forest below into a rustling roar that truly resembled the sound of ocean waves.

Gradually, silvery-white lightning flickered among the clouds, like a divine dragon weaving through the cloud layers.

This was true Power of Heaven and Earth, the greatest force between heaven and earth. Even a Dou Emperor would feel their own insignificance before such power.

Having prepared beforehand, Xiao Yi Xian took out a fifth-tier Fire Attribute magic core and placed it inside a glass container, dispelling the darkness around the two of them.

Because they had previously cleared out all the high-tier magical beasts near the academy, Wu Yong had more magic cores than he could use, so he had developed many everyday uses for them.

For instance, Fire Attribute magic cores could provide light and warmth, Water Attribute magic cores could regulate the air in a room, Ice Attribute magic cores could serve as refrigerators, and so on.

For the weak, in such an environment, time seemed to stretch infinitely, every second becoming especially agonizing.

But for the strong, time remained the same, neither fast nor slow.

BOOM!!!

CRACK!!!

Deafening thunder erupted, waking the young man who had been cradled in the wind overhead.

From the deepest part of his green Storage Ring, he took out the remaining silver scroll. That Yin-Yang Profound Dragon Pill that looked like plain boiled water had long since been fed to Little Fairy.

"The winds rise and the clouds surge; lightning flashes and thunder roars."

Sitting cross-legged in the air, Wu Yong raised his head and watched the terrifying sight of clouds churning overhead, with lightning occasionally streaking through them. The corner of his lips curled upward as he tore open the silver scroll in his hand.

The next instant, a brilliant silver pillar of light shot into the heavens. Anyone within a hundred-mile radius could see it.

With such a huge disturbance, Wu Yong was not worried in the slightest. In fact, he wanted to see which fool within ten thousand miles of the Inner Academy would dare come over.

Soon, the silver pillar of light dissipated and returned to the scroll.

As the sea of clouds above churned and lightning flashed, the silver glow on the scroll grew increasingly intense. At last, the scroll floated up until it was level with his chest. The silver light transformed into tiny figures racing about in every direction, each in a different pose, silver lightning beneath their feet.

The silver figures were incredibly fast, like genuine lightning. But Wu Yong had long been prepared. How could he let them escape?

Besides, Wind-Thunder Power contained wind...

With merely a thought, the silver figures circled Wu Yong once before automatically entering his body.

After the silver Wind-Thunder Power entered Wu Yong's body, it did not rage as it had when facing the disciples of the Wind Lightning Pavilion. Instead, it willingly allowed itself to be refined, merging into Wu Yong's body with absolute obedience.

Fine arcs of silver lightning flashed through Wu Yong's amber eyes before vanishing. The cultivation method for Three Thousand Lightning Movement emerged in his mind.

Transform the body into lightning; command it with the heart.

After pondering those final eight large silver characters, Wu Yong seemed to realize something and slowly rose to his feet.

His figure flickered sharply, and Wu Yong appeared a hundred meters away, leaving behind a fading afterimage where he had stood.

The three realms of Three Thousand Lightning Movement: Thunder Flash, Thunder Instant, and Three Thousand Thunder.

This was the mark of having cultivated Three Thousand Lightning Movement to the Thunder Flash realm, yet Wu Yong's face was clearly dissatisfied.

In the dark world beneath the sea of clouds, lightning flashed repeatedly until half an hour had passed.

With a crisp snap of his fingers, the sea of clouds was blown apart, and the returning moonlight dispelled the darkness once more.

Arriving before the two women, who were cracking sunflower seeds, Wu Yong grabbed a handful for himself as well.

"Just as I thought—ptui, ptui, ptui—this Three Thousand Lightning Movement does not noticeably improve my combat strength—ptui, ptui, ptui..."

As the Son of Wind, even without any so-called movement technique, his speed far surpassed others of the same tier.

It was common knowledge that Wind Attribute experts were fast, and the speed of the Son of Wind needed no further explanation.

Relying on his own understanding of wind, Wu Yong had cultivated Three Thousand Lightning Movement to its second realm, Thunder Instant, in a short time.

But the problem was that if Wu Yong did not use Three Thousand Lightning Movement, his own speed was even faster.

For now, Three Thousand Lightning Movement's purpose for Wu Yong was to let him truly understand what an Earth Tier movement technique should look like.

It was far more refined than the methods he had comprehended himself, allowing him to learn from its strengths and compensate for his weaknesses, making him more adept at maneuvering over short distances.

And this Wind-Thunder Power was indeed quite good. It had opened up a new direction for Wu Yong.

Whether in attack power or speed, it was worth him devoting some thought to it.

Of course, Wu Yong would not lose sight of the fundamentals. His foundation was still wind.

It was enough to gain a basic understanding of powers derived from wind. There was no need to delve too deeply into them.

"But—ptui, ptui, ptui—with this Three Thousand Lightning Movement as a reference, perhaps I can create a movement technique uniquely my own, one even better than Three Thousand Lightning Movement—ptui, ptui, ptui..."

Watching Wu Yong casually spit out sunflower seed shells without the slightest concern for his image, Xiao Yi Xian's gaze upon him became especially bright.

This was her A Yong, the finest man in the world.

A while later, guided by their intelligence officer—Zi Yan—Wu Yong took the two of them south at speeds exceeding ten Mach.

The Bandit Duo—no, it was the Bandit Trio now.

The Bandit Trio was about to arrive. Who knew which group of high-tier magical beasts was about to suffer total annihilation...