School Begins, Combat Power Soars! This Lightning Was Too Devious!

"Such lofty ambition from my worthy brother puts this elder brother to shame!"

Lord God of Wealth's tone carried obvious emotion, along with a faint desolation born of time's passing.

But in the next moment, it was as though a flame had risen in his voice as he declared resolutely:

"My worthy brother treats me so well; this elder brother is beyond grateful! Go ahead and do as you please—I will surely give you my full support! Should you encounter any difficulties in the future, come find me anytime. Though I have lain dormant in the Heavenly Court for many years, I still have some old acquaintances and favors to call upon. Protecting my worthy brother and keeping you safe should be more than enough!"

Lord God of Wealth's earlier words had been mere courtesy, but now, they came from the bottom of his heart.

"I understand. Then later, shall I prepare another hundred thousand gold for you, Brother, for any unexpected needs?"

"O... one hundred thousand gold?!"

Lord God of Wealth froze, then could neither laugh nor cry. Who the hell was the Wealth God here?!

"Then... this elder brother will not stand on ceremony. But if you use your own blood essence as an offering..."

"Rest assured, Brother. My magical power has improved recently. I should be able to barely sustain it."

"Worthy brother, do not force yourself."

"Brother, I know my limits."

"Then... very well."

After ending his conversation with Lord God of Wealth, Lu Chen let out a long breath.

Now, everything was ready but the east wind!

"Let the fire in the Netherworld burn even brighter! Once the time is ripe, I'll roll out the Netherworld currency plan!"

Lu Chen secretly made his plans, not wasting any time.

He turned and returned to his room.

His gaze swept over the yellow paper, gold foil, silver foil, and other materials piled all over the floor.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"School starts tomorrow. While I still have time today, I need to make more preparations. Too much money never weighs a man down—it makes things easier wherever he goes!"

Thus, Lu Chen spent the entire afternoon holed up in his room, wholly focused on making paper money.

"Ah, this efficiency is still too slow. In the future, I'll need an assembly line. At least several tens of billions need to be produced every day."

But then he reconsidered. "No, that could easily cause inflation. I still need to control the exchange rate and issue it steadily. That would be the best strategy!"

After an afternoon of work, Lu Chen had hurriedly produced a full five hundred thousand Heavenly Gold and two million Netherworld coins.

The raw materials were depleted at a visible rate, while the finished products piled up like a small mountain.

After finishing, Lu Chen stretched his somewhat stiff limbs.

"When the time comes, I'll give a hundred thousand to Lord God of Wealth as reserve funds, then offer a million to old King Yama. I refuse to believe I can't hook this big fish! What could a mere four underworld messengers possibly be enough for? If not ten thousand, then at least five thousand should come, right?"

When he entered demon and monster dungeons in the future, five thousand underworld messengers would fan out behind him with a rustle!

Just imagining that scene was thrilling.

Then, no matter whether they were Ghost Kings, Ghost Emperors, or Ghost Sovereigns, they would all kneel before this poor Daoist and sing surrender!

In the blink of an eye, evening arrived, and Father Lu and Mother Lu returned home from work.

"Mom, I got the villa keys. Pack up, and let's move over as soon as possible."

During dinner, Lu Chen handed one of the keys to her.

Unexpectedly, Mother Lu pushed it back.

"Your father and I discussed it. We're used to living here. If you want to go, move there first."

"Yeah. I'm the neighborhood's managing old man now—I need to stay here."

Although Father Lu stared longingly at the key, he still shook his head.

Lu Chen was momentarily speechless.

"Can't you stay in the neighborhood during the day and sleep over there at night? It's not far anyway."

"Forget it. Running back and forth is too troublesome. We're not used to living in a big villa. You go ahead. You're grown up now; it's time you had your own space. And your room can be cleared out for Wanwan, so she won't have to keep squeezing into one bed with us."

"If you don't go, what's the point of me living alone in such a huge empty house?"

"Just come home for meals. It's not like we'll never go over. Leave rooms for us, and whenever we feel like staying there, we'll go over for a couple of days."

"That's right! Brother, you have to save the biggest room for Wanwan!"

Lu Wan cut in brightly, her mouth gleaming with oil from her food.

Lu Chen laughed helplessly. "Fine, the biggest room is yours!"

Seeing how firm his parents were, he stopped trying to persuade them and handed the key over again.

"Then you have to keep at least one key."

"Fine. Mom will go clean the place for you regularly."

Lu Chen: "..."

Night fell, and the city lights came on.

After washing up, Lu Chen lay in bed.

"I might as well try cultivating that Underworld Divine Lightning!"

Lu Chen sent his divine consciousness into Yama's Command Token. Several divine abilities flowed and revolved through the Sumeru Space, but only [Underworld Divine Lightning] was currently lit up.

"Heart-Stirring Yama Mantra?"

Lu Chen caught sight of another divine ability's description.

It required cultivation at the fifth rank or above. It could summon an avatar of King Yama and greatly enhance one's own strength.

When Yama appeared in the world, everything within a hundred miles would turn dark and fall into a realm of death. The caster could control life and death, taking whatever he pleased.

"As expected of old King Yama. Even if he's a civil official, his combat power is no weaker than anyone's."

He calmed his mind and began comprehending Underworld Divine Lightning.

The divine ability's incantation poured into his body like a torrent, transforming into countless words that roamed through his limbs and bones.

With a thought, Lu Chen opened his eyes and raised a hand. His palm immediately crackled as streaks of black lightning snakes shot forth.

"I've... already mastered it?"

"That can't be right. Even for blessing-type divine abilities, Spirit Cultivators need to cultivate bitterly for a long time."

"Why did it happen instantly for me?"

"Could this be the legendary protagonist halo, with heaven-defying comprehension?"

Pfft.

Lu Chen could not hold back his laughter.

"Not bad, not bad! This poor Daoist loves fast-forwarding straight to the moment of great mastery—where I get to show off!"

"After all, I've already transmigrated. If I still had to cultivate as miserably as everyone else, wouldn't that mean I transmigrated for nothing?"

He casually fired a bolt of Underworld Divine Lightning at the water cup beside him.

The expected sight of the cup shattering into pieces did not occur. Instead, the cup vanished into thin air!

"Huh? Where did my cup go?!"

Lu Chen's pupils contracted as the answer automatically surfaced in his mind.

Anything struck by Underworld Divine Lightning, no matter what it was, would be directly blasted down into the Netherworld.

"Hiss! This lightning was truly devious!"

That meant anyone struck by this yin lightning would be sent on the spot to reincarnate.

It even saved Black and White Impermanence the trouble of coming to escort them.

"I wonder how powerful my yin lightning is compared to Thunder Ancestor's yang lightning?"

Lu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly eager to give it a try.

"Alright, divine art mastered—time to sleep! Everything waits until tomorrow's reform. Let's see what earth-shaking policies there will be!"

That night, Lu Chen slept exceptionally sweetly.

In his dream, he saw the Lu Clan Temple towering ten thousand zhang high, resplendent in gold and jade, lavish beyond compare!

The temple gates stood wide open. Inside were enshrined gods and Buddhas filling the heavens, while its Incense Fire flourished so greatly that it could be called the ancestor of ten thousand temples!

Just as the dream reached its most wonderful point, he woke up, and dawn had arrived.

Lu Chen sprang upright like a carp, never having looked forward to school so much.

Jiangdu No. 3 Middle School's senior classes were also known as advanced classes.

By the time Lu Chen arrived, most of his classmates were already there.

They were chatting animatedly.

The moment Lu Chen sat down, he heard a crisp voice from behind him.

"Lu Chen, you're here."

Li Ruoyi walked over and handed him a paper bag. "Here, I brought you breakfast."

"I already ate at home."

"Then eat some more."

Lu Chen could not help laughing. "Classmate Li, stop making everyone jealous. Look, that idiot over there has gone green with envy."

As he spoke, he raised a hand and pointed.

Li Ruoyi looked in that direction and indeed saw Song Hao nearby, his face so gloomy it looked as though water could drip from it.