Little Zhu, Hit Me Again!

The dark clouds still hung thick overhead. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled, startling the martial artists across Golden Lion Ridge. They stared up at the sky above the Precious Medicine Gang.

"If I'd taken that strike, I'd have suffered minor injuries at the very least. The lightning would have seeped into my body and suppressed some of my Flesh Derivation."

"But I'm a Middle Fourth-Grade Grandmaster. For that Fourth-Grade Thunder Talisman to truly hurt me, I'd have to stand beneath it like an idiot for fifteen minutes."

Shi Haixuan murmured to himself:

"But Steward Yang is only Upper Fifth Grade. A Fourth-Grade Thunder Talisman can match a Lower Fourth-Grade Grandmaster's full-power strike, yet he withstood it?"

Zhu Qing and Zhu Xiu exchanged a glance. They had a fair idea why.

The higher the grade of one's Martial Dao Fire Seed, the deeper one's foundations. That also affected the power of Flesh Derivation.

"But that still doesn't make sense... Before reaching Fourth Grade and undergoing that transformation, no matter how deep his foundations are, he shouldn't be able to do this..."

On second thought, Zhu Xiu felt something was badly wrong.

He knew all too well the gulf between Upper Fifth Grade and Lower Fourth Grade.

Deep foundations alone could not bridge it.

Unless his foundations were seven or eight times deeper than Zhu Xiu imagined.

Impossible.

Zhu Xiu almost laughed at the thought. Even an Earthly Immortal scouring the world for resources could not cultivate foundations like that.

Meanwhile, Yang Ling felt electric arcs racing across his body as he looked at his Attribute Panel.

The proficiency for Heavenly Will Divine Blade was no longer gray.

Proficiency is unlocked! Now!

Yang Ling took out the Jadeblood Golden Toads and ate five in one bite.

They looked familiar to Zhu Qing.