Iron-Raft Crosses the Sea, a First Trial of the Ox-Cleaving Blade (Today's Single Chapter: 4.6K)

Qingzhou's eight-hundred-li lake stretched into a boundless haze of mist and waves, offering concealment, but the land was flat as a galloping horse's course and lacked variation. Liaodong was a natural land of taiji, rich in Daoist meaning and spiritual energy, but its mountain gorges and deep ravines, confined within narrow spaces, lacked a touch of grandeur.

On the Qilu Peninsula, beside the Yellow Sea, mountains and waters nestled together, and mighty waves battered the shore. Both grand and ever-changing, it was where the lingering terrestrial veins mingled with the sea's spiritual energy, perfectly suiting the intent of the Yin-Yang Method. It was also a place to Cheng Xinzhan's liking.

Thus, Cheng Xinzhan and Wu Qingbo turned back and returned to the shores of the Yellow Sea.

The two landed on one of the mountain's nine peaks.

This mountain was rich in iron ore, especially at its summits. Towering in stark isolation like nine iron halberds thrust straight into the clouds, they inevitably drew heavenly lightning. The lightning split open the rocks at the summits, exposing the iron ore within, which in turn made them even more likely to attract lightning.

Over time, the summits were repeatedly bathed in lightning and fire. All the iron ore in the mountaintops was exposed, melted by lightning-fire, and then congealed into a single mass. Repeatedly washed and refined by lightning afterward, the nine peaks had taken on the gleaming black-iron color Cheng Xinzhan now saw.

Boom!

It was the season of lingering spring rain. When the two had paused earlier, the sky had merely been overcast, but in the blink of an eye, rain began falling amid peals of thunder. They had barely found their footing when a bolt of spring lightning struck a nearby peak. Lightning-fire rolled across it, and the summit