A Thunder Pearl lay quietly inside the Bronze Casket, glowing with an Incandescent light, gentle and steady, with an occasional flicker of an electric arc.
Chu Qingjian's eyes widened in delighted surprise:
"This... where did you get this?"
It was rather pitiful: despite cultivating lightning, she had yet to acquire even a wisp of spirit thunder to command. Such spirit treasures were simply too hard to come by.
She could not find anything suitable, and what she could find failed to meet her standards. That was how things had dragged on until now.
Jiang Yang smiled at her question and said:
"That's a long story. I've had this spirit thunder for quite some time. If you hadn't brought it up, I might have forgotten about it..."
"Actually, I happened upon it in the Qingyu Mountain Blessed Land. I had no use for it, so I left it sitting around until now."
Jiang Yang offered that brief explanation, then lifted his chin toward it.
"Go on, try it. Will it suit your needs?"
"Yes, yes, it certainly will."
Chu Qingjian nodded eagerly and, dispensing with further courtesies, reached out to take it between two fingers.
The Silver Thunder Pearl was exceedingly docile in her hands. She closed her hands around it, drew it into her palm, and silently began refining it.
Before long, Chu Qingjian could command this spirit thunder as readily as her own limbs. She promptly formed a hand seal and guided it toward the edge of the Mystic Shield.
With another source of execution thunder drawing it from outside the Mystic Platform, even one merely at the Foundation Establishment level, the Purple Mansion Silver Thunder within instantly grew restless, breaking apart and scattering as it darted in every direction.
With spirit thunder working in concert from within and