Abruptly interrupted, Jiang Yang could not help asking:
"Understood what?"
Chu Qingjian summoned a clod of earth and stone into her hand and said:
"I was just wondering why one bolt of my Thunder Spell went astray. So this was the reason. Come and look..."
Once Jiang Yang drew closer, she offered him the clod and said:
"Look, there's a golden sheen in the gray earth. There's probably a Metal and Stone Ore Vein beneath Zhouhui Valley."
Full, soft flesh filled his view, and a delicate fragrance drifted toward him. Jiang Yang kept his eyes firmly on the stone in her hand and asked in puzzlement:
"An Ore Vein?"
"Yes, an Ore Vein. The Treatise on the Five Elements of the Heavenly Domain's Spiritual Marshes says: lightning striking metal generates magnetism; metal meeting earth transforms into baleful intent."
Chu Qingjian casually tossed the stone away, turned, and smiled:
"I don't know whether your luck was too good or mine was too bad. When lightning meets Metal and Stone, it transforms into Primordial Magnetism. I spread thunderclouds over this valley and invoked my spell, blasting the earth and stone everywhere and activating that Primordial Magnetism. The falling lightning was drawn toward the Ore Vein underground, which sent one bolt astray."
That resolved her confusion. After all, her Thunder Spell could miss its target, but it could not fall anywhere other than where she willed it.
"So that's it."
Looking at the metallic grit scattered over the ground, Jiang Yang understood as well. At the same time, he grasped something deeper.
Misfortune Suppression!
Whatever the process, Jiang Yang's innate gift had worked from an utterly bizarre angle.
When this wondrous power activated in combat, its suppressive aura bore down on his opponent like black clouds looming overhead, tangling them in ill fortune