Summoning Wind and Rain, Driving Thunder and Lightning, Tempering the Soul with Lightning

Half a month later, the bandit trio, laden with spoils, returned to their loyal Inner Academy.

Just as their departure had gone unnoticed, their return also drew little attention.

Except for Su Qian, that Dou Zong powerhouse, who discovered their return since the trio made no deliberate attempt to conceal their tracks.

Having finished splitting the loot, the three returned to their peaceful daily cultivation routine, with Zi Yan and Little Fairy Doctor heading back into the Tianfen Qi Refining Tower to continue their practice.

Although the Tianfen Qi Refining Tower didn't offer much help to them anymore, having it was better than nothing; it was better than having nothing at all.

Besides, they still had so much Fire Energy left, and it would be a waste to just let it sit there.

Having had his fill of Little Fairy's lips and in a pleasant mood, Wu Yong remembered that silly bird he had left behind at the academy.

The Blue Eagle, which had already advanced to the second rank, still lacked intelligence. However, it did recognize Wu Yong, as he often appeared with Little Fairy to feed it.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a little something, you silly bird."

Wu Yong fished out a sixth-rank wind-attribute magic core, used wind to condense a thin, tough thread, passed it through the core, and tied it around the Blue Eagle's neck.

His fingers danced around the magic core and the Blue Eagle, gesturing as he worked.

Although the Blue Eagle lacked intelligence, its instincts told it not to move; this human was arranging a massive opportunity for it!

A few minutes later, after connecting the Blue Eagle's aura to the sixth-rank magic core and forcibly establishing a bond that prioritized the bird, Wu Yong stopped his movements.

Watching the Blue Eagle stand quietly on the tree, he smiled and patted its small head: "Not so stupid after all, you know the difference between good and bad."

"Caw, caw, caw~"

The Blue Eagle's cry this time was much gentler, unlike the loud squawking from before.

With everything settled, Wu Yong returned to his room to continue his feeding duties.

Waking up the beautiful seven-colored little snake on his wrist, Wu Yong took out the remaining bottle of Companion Amethyst Source. Just as he was about to bring out another portion of feed, he suddenly stopped.

"I forgot I gave three Earth Fire Lotus Seeds to that kid Xiao Yan. Now I only have this liquid Companion Amethyst Source; I need to get my pretty little snake something solid..."

Scratching his head, Wu Yong poked the just-awakened, still-drowsy little snake with his finger.

"Little one, do you eat magic cores?"

As he spoke, Wu Yong took out a fifth-rank water-attribute magic core and waved it in front of the little creature.

The moment it saw the magic core, the seven-colored little snake nodded eagerly, its movements wide for fear that Wu Yong wouldn't see.

Seeing this, Wu Yong brought the magic core to its mouth.

"Nom~"

The small and exquisite Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python opened its mouth, swallowed the egg-sized fifth-rank magic core in one gulp, and then, as if it were full, immediately returned to Wu Yong's wrist, coiled up, and fell asleep.

Wu Yong couldn't help but laugh, gently stroking the beautiful little snake; despite swallowing that magic core, its body remained as slender as ever.

"You've finished the solid food, but you haven't had your liquid portion yet."

Putting away the remaining bottle of Companion Amethyst Source, Wu Yong glanced at the dozens of fifth and sixth-rank magic cores of various attributes in his Storage Ring, having already found the best use for them.

The power within magic cores was incredibly violent, and human powerhouses naturally could not use them directly.

But for magic beasts, these were the best resources for growth.

Especially for an ancient magic beast like the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python, which was renowned for its physique; it would swallow any energy and turn it into resources for its own growth, never turning anything away.

With all the chores handled, Wu Yong could finally devote himself entirely to cultivation.

He had already reached the final layer of Three Thousand Lightning Movement, the Three Thousand Lightning, and his understanding of this movement technique had deepened significantly.

After truly mastering this movement technique, Wu Yong had to admit that it was indeed something special.

It was on par with his own short-range speed, and it was particularly exquisite when it came to dodging and maneuvering in battle, which benefited Wu Yong greatly.

One must know that not everyone is a Son of Wind; being able to keep up with his movements just by practicing a single technique was already truly remarkable.

Although the speed of this technique seemed a bit slow as the distance increased, that was only from Wu Yong's perspective.

His situation could be described as very special; as long as he could react, he could theoretically accelerate infinitely, even exceeding the speed of light without issue.

If he ever reached that point, mastering a top speed of 300,000 kilometers per second...

That image was truly too beautiful; Wu Yong didn't even dare to think about it.

If he really reached that point, any Dou Zun or Dou Sheng, or even a Dou Di, would have to eat the dust of Lord Wu Yong!

Even a rock accelerated to the speed of light could easily destroy a mountain.

It was just a pity that the current Wu Yong was still far from that step; he still had to cultivate!

With a flash, leaving a trail of lightning in the air, Wu Yong arrived on the balcony.

Placing the sixth-rank fire-attribute magic core under a small stove, just as he was about to boil water, Wu Yong looked at the residual electric arcs in the air, and a shocking, perhaps even somewhat crazy, idea suddenly popped into his head.

Wu Yong stretched out his hand, wind and lightning power flickering and leaping on his palm.

His amber eyes stared straight at the silver electric light as he muttered to himself: "For others, this kind of cultivation is no different from seeking death."

"But I am different; I am..."

"If the wind and lightning power I've already refined won't do, then I shall gather the sea of clouds once more and command the thunder and lightning!"

After leaving a letter in the room, the Wu Yong left behind gradually dissipated amidst a flicker of electric light.

The real Wu Yong had already appeared dozens of miles away, rushing toward the forest where he had previously practiced Three Thousand Lightning Movement at a speed of over ten Mach.

Above the dense Magic Beast Forest lay a thick, gray sea of clouds that obscured the sky for a hundred miles.

Thunder and lightning erupted one after another, growing increasingly frantic as time passed.

Within the dull, stormy sea of clouds lay a terrifying power capable of destroying everything.

Yet, amidst this fearsome power of heaven and earth, a gust of wind carrying a portion of Wu Yong's soul power was weaving through it.

The main body of Wu Yong, sitting cross-legged below, was bleeding from his seven orifices, looking utterly miserable.

Even with the protection of the wind, which isolated the vast majority of the lightning's power, that force was still too suppressive on the soul level; even a tiny fraction was enough for Wu Yong to suffer.

If one's soul were not strong enough, facing this celestial lightning directly would carry the risk of the soul scattering at any moment.

By comparison, Wu Yong, protected by the wind, only bleeding from his seven orifices, was already doing quite well.

The next moment, Diode activated, and a faint blue glow fell upon Wu Yong, restoring clarity to his brain, which had been on the verge of losing consciousness.

"Continue."

After that wisp of soul power, tempered by the most violent lightning between heaven and earth, returned and he felt his soul power becoming more refined, Wu Yong simply wiped the blood from his face and once again separated a portion of his soul power to continue tempering it with lightning.

His face was devoid of joy or sorrow as his soul was continuously refined.

At this moment, Wu Yong was in a state of absolute rationality.

In this state, he could make the most correct judgment for any situation.

Even the pain at the soul level could not affect him or prevent him from making the most advantageous decisions for himself.

The lightning grew increasingly violent, and the wind carrying his soul power continued to weave through that Thunder Pool.

As time ticked by, the soul, tempered by the lightning, was undergoing a qualitative change.