Upheaval at Rushing Thunder: The Arrogance of a Nascent Soul Patriarch

"My lord, shall we set off for the Rushing Thunder Sect now?"

Ji Meiniang, dressed in an extremely alluring high-slit black silk cheongsam, asked softly.

"Hmm." Dongfang Yueming was noticeably otherworldly. "The Rushing Thunder Sect has a profound foundation; I am determined to obtain their lightning-based Nascent Soul cultivation technique and spiritual root shaping method."

"It's a blessing for us sisters to be able to go to war with our husbands." Hong Yao giggled, her crimson tight-fitting leather armor outlining her voluptuous and wild body in a way that was sure to make one's blood boil, her eyes full of anticipation.

Although Ziyuan was aloof, she was also wearing a plain white lace cheongsam, with a pair of pure white silk stockings tightly wrapping her slender and shapely legs. She stood silently on the other side of Dongfang Yueming, her watery eyes conveying obedience.

Let's go.

With a slight thought, Dongfang Yueming Divine Sense the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle into a streak of purple-gold light, tearing through the clouds and hurtling towards the Rushing Thunder Sect, 30,000 miles away.

For this top-of-the-line Cloud-Piercing Shuttle, a distance of 30,000 li is merely a journey of a few hours.

During this monotonous flight, a scene of utter absurdity and eroticism unfolded inside the spacious and luxurious cabin.

"My lord... to celebrate your great achievement in Divine Ability Major Accomplishment, Yao'er has specially prepared some 'new things' for you today..." Hong Yao knelt on the thick spirit beast carpet with seductive eyes.

She took out countless pieces of intimate clothing of various materials and styles from her storage ring. There were openwork ice silk nets, bright red bodices connected by only a few thin ropes, and even several pairs of stockings of various colors that were as thin as cicada wings but had a strange luster.

"Grandmaster, Eldest Sister, let's both serve our husband well today and see who can please him more!"

Hong Yao giggled and boldly handed a black silk bodice to Ji Meiniang, then stuffed a pair of pure white fishnet stockings into Ziyuan's hands.

Faced with such an extremely direct invitation, even though she had already cultivated with Dongfang Yueming many times, Ziyuan's beautiful face, which was usually so pure and otherworldly, instantly turned red to the roots of her ears. Her white-stockinged legs crossed nervously, but she couldn't bring herself to refuse.

Ji Meiniang smiled seductively, her mature charm at the Nascent Soul Stage stage transforming into the most deadly aphrodisiac.

High in the sky, the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle trembled slightly.

Dongfang Yueming leaned back on the soft couch, enjoying the ultimate accompaniment of his three stunningly beautiful Daoist partners who had abandoned all restraint. The pure Pure Yang True Qi energy of the three women intertwined and converged in the cabin, forming an extremely decadent and alluring atmosphere of dual cultivation.

Several hours later.

Suddenly, the sea of clouds ahead churned, and a vast mountain range came into view. Above the mountain range, thick, dark thunderclouds shrouded the area year-round, with large, silver lightning bolts flashing like raging dragons through the clouds, radiating a terrifying pressure capable of destroying the world.

This is the Thunderclap Sect, another overlord within a radius of 100,000 li, on par with the Heavenly Sword Sect Rushing Thunder Sect!

At this moment, the Rushing Thunder Sect was brightly decorated and filled with spiritual energy. Hundreds of tables of luxurious spiritual food and immortal wine were set up on the huge white jade square. The leaders and patriarchs of affiliated sects and immortal cultivation families from tens of thousands of miles around gathered here with faces full of awe.

Today is an auspicious day for Lei Wanjun, the Early Nascent Soul ancestor of the Rushing Thunder Sect, to emerge from his century-long seclusion! On the high platform, Lei Lie, the Rushing Thunder Sect, is raising his cup with a radiant face, accepting the compliments from all nations.

"Boom--!"

Just as the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves immensely...

Suddenly, the thunderclouds in the sky were forcibly torn apart by an incomparably domineering Purple-Gold Divine Light! A cloud-piercing Cloud-Piercing Shuttle, exuding the pressure of a magical treasure, arrogantly ignored the Rushing Thunder Sect's protective formation and hovered directly above the White Jade Plaza!

"Who goes there?! How dare you trespass on my Rushing Thunder Sect's grand ceremony!" Lei Lie's smile froze instantly, and the pressure of Half-Step Nascent Soul erupted as he roared angrily.

The thousands of guests in the square were also shocked and looked up. In this vast area, someone actually dared to cause trouble on the day that the Rushing Thunder Patriarch came out of seclusion? This was simply courting death!

The defensive formation of the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle slowly dissipated.

Dongfang Yueming, dressed in a blue robe, stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the boat.

Behind him, Ji Meiniang, Ziyuan, and Hong Yao surrounded him like stars around the moon. A gentle breeze blew by, and the stunning figures of the three women, wrapped in cheongsams and leather armor, along with the barely visible black and white stockings, instantly made countless male cultivators below stare wide-eyed, even holding their breath.

"I have come here today only to 'borrow' your Rushing Thunder Sect Sect's method for cultivating lightning-type spiritual roots, as well as your Nascent Soul cultivation technique." Dongfang Yueming's voice was calm, without any true energy mixed in, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Hand over the martial arts technique, and you will be spared death."

The moment these words were spoken, the entire room fell silent. Then, a deafening roar of laughter erupted!

"Hahahaha! Where did this brat come from? Has he lost his mind?!" "Borrowing cultivation techniques? And escaping death? Does he think he's some Nascent Soul Formation from the Central Continent?"

Below the platform, Lei Ao, the young master of the Rushing Thunder Sect, was staring intently at the three women behind Dongfang Yueming. He licked his chapped lips, his eyes gleaming with extreme lust, and strode forward:

"Father! This brat is courting death, daring to cause trouble in our sect! But the three female cultivators behind him are truly the best of the best!"

Lei Ao pointed at Ji Meiniang and the other two, laughing wildly, "Especially those wearing black and white stockings, they are simply beauties! I beg Father to grant me permission to skin that brat alive, and these three female cultivators can be my nightly cultivation vessels!"

Upon hearing their young master's unrestrained lewd words, Ji Meiniang, Ziyuan, and Hong Yao's faces instantly turned icy cold. If Dongfang Yueming hadn't remained silent, they would have already smashed this good-for-nothing into a pulp.

"Snort."

Just then, a cold snort suddenly came from deep within the back mountain of the Rushing Thunder Sect. This cold snort seemed to contain the thunderous sound of the heavens, causing the eardrums of all the cultivators below the Golden Core Stage present to rupture and bleed from their seven orifices!

"Boom!" A bolt of lightning as thick as a water vat descended from the sky and slammed into the center of the square. As the lightning dissipated, an old man wearing a purple lightning robe, with white hair and beard, and surrounded by terrifying Law of Thunder, proudly appeared on the high platform.

It was the foundation of the Rushing Thunder Sect — the Early Nascent Soul ancestor, Lei Wanjun!

His eyes, brimming with thunder, looked down condescendingly at the Dongfang Yueming in the east, as if it were an insignificant ant.

"How dare a mere youth who hasn't even reached the Nascent Soul stage spout such arrogant words before this old man?"

Lei Wanjun sensed that Dongfang Yueming lacked the resonance of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator with the Nascent Soul Stage, and his arrogance intensified. He sneered, issuing a judgment like a god ruling over all living beings:

"I was originally overjoyed today and had no intention of engaging in bloodshed. But since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep..."

He pointed his withered finger at Dongfang Yueming: "I will extract your soul and suppress it in the Nine Nether Thunder Pool, refining it into a thunder slave who will never be reincarnated!"

Then, he leered at Ji Meiniang and the other two women, making no attempt to hide his greed:

"As for these three exquisite beauties... Ao'er, you are not yet qualified to enjoy them. Their Yin energy is pure and refined, making them perfect as top-grade furnaces for me to stabilize my Nascent Soul Realm after I break through!"