Chapter 118 Thunder Fire Refines the Golden Summit

Dark clouds filled the sky, and the world was dim. Electric snakes writhed within, and thunder rumbled, creating a sense of oppression with a single glance.

"Why does it have to rain today?"

Beneath Mount Wudang, feeling the moist breeze, Jiang Shi Li couldn't help but frown.

With a thunderstorm approaching, the flow of people below Mount Wudang was sparse. Even if tourists wanted to climb the mountain in the rain, they wouldn't choose a morning like this, when a heavy downpour was imminent.

"But on a stormy day, Daoist Jue Chen is more likely to appear at the Golden Summit, making him much easier to find than usual..."

Gritting her teeth, Jiang Shi Li opened her umbrella and started to climb Mount Wudang.

Helplessly, Daoist Jue Chen didn't use modern facilities like mobile phones. To find him, she could only rely on luck.

And he didn't appear at the Golden Summit every time it rained.

She had given him a heads-up before coming. And she wasn't trying to avoid buying a ticket. Although the scenic area staff were a bit surprised, they didn't stop her, only reminding her that it was dangerous to be out in a thunderstorm.

Jiang Shi Li thanked them with a smile and started up the steps.

Although she hadn't yet achieved the Huajin realm (transformation of energy), she was only lacking in refining her face. Her physical strength was far greater than that of ordinary people, so she climbed quickly.

In just over half an hour, she could already see Taihe Palace in the distance.

Boom!

At that moment, with a crash of thunder, a torrential downpour began. Amidst the heavy rain, the visibility on Mount Wudang, which was already shrouded in mist, naturally decreased even further.

Zzt!

A lightning snake snaked down like a dragon, streaking across the sky and striking the Golden Hall.

For a time, thunder and fire rolled above the Golden Hall, and rays of golden light burst forth.

"Thunder fire refines the Golden Summit!"

Jiang Shi Li looked at this rare spectacle, but instead of admiring it, she quickened her pace toward the Golden Summit.

The closer she got to the Golden Summit, the more she could feel the power of heaven and earth.

The rolling thunder and fire, the flashing lightning, possessed a heaven-shaking, soul-stirring power.

The power of nature inspired awe.

Reaching this point, Jiang Shi Li had to stop. With the lightning raging, she suspected that if she got any closer, she would be struck.

Legend had it that grandmasters who had achieved the "imperishable soul" could withstand lightning, but that was just a legend. Besides, she wasn't one of them.

If a lightning bolt struck, she would probably be instantly reduced to charcoal.

Boom!

Boom!

Rolling dark clouds, thunder accompanied by torrential rain, sounded again and again, shaking Jiang Shi Li's eardrums.

She didn't know how long it had been.

As the rain gradually subsided and the thunder faded into the distance, no more lightning bolts struck.

Jiang Shi Li breathed a sigh of relief.

She quickly walked onto the Golden Summit.

Having weathered thousands of years of thunderstorms, the Golden Summit still shone brightly. The rain had just passed, and the Golden Summit had a golden, glittering, and refreshed feeling.

The air was filled with a Yang-filled aura.

"That is..."

Jiang Shi Li's heart jolted.

The Golden Summit wasn't large. One could see the entire front outline at a glance, as well as the scenery within.

In the center of the hall, the Zhenwu Emperor, barefoot and with disheveled hair, sat upright, dignified and ethereal. Golden Boys held books on either side, Jade Maidens held treasures, and the Generals of Fire and Water held flags and swords, solemn and imposing.

But what caught her attention was the person sitting on a prayer mat in front of the Zhenwu Emperor statue.

Plain white sportswear, short hair, unremarkable appearance, but it was indeed An Qisheng!

He sat cross-legged, his expression peaceful, his breathing steady, his eyes closed as he inhaled and exhaled, but he possessed an aura that made people afraid to approach.

In a daze, Jiang Shi Li felt that he was no different from the Zhenwu Emperor statue behind him!

"An..."

Jiang Shi Li opened her mouth to speak, but involuntarily stopped herself.

Daoist Jue Chen, with his Daoist robes fluttering and his imposing figure like that of an ancient warrior, had appeared beside her at some point. He gently touched her shoulder, and she was frozen in place, unable to make a sound.

"Thunderclouds are rare, and the Dao is even rarer. One should not disturb it lightly, not disturb it."

Daoist Jue Chen said softly, his eyes fixed on An Qisheng.

His senses were far superior to Jiang Shi Li's, and he saw much more than she did.

In his eyes, An Qisheng's body seemed to contain an extremely terrifying power. With the help of this rare super-thunderstorm, his magnetic field seemed to be undergoing some kind of transformation that he didn't even understand.

Extremely subtle, yet immensely heart-palpitating.

The magnetic field, compressed to the extreme, would be terrifying once it erupted. Even the imperishable flesh of a deity might shatter instantly.

During the past few days of interaction, he had been shocked by the rapid increase in An Qisheng's physical strength and stamina, but at this time, his physique was still inferior to his own, inferior to that of an ordinary deity martial artist who had trained for many years. Once it exploded, he might not survive.

This was why he didn't want Jiang Shi Li to disturb him.

Whoosh!

Above the Golden Summit, a gust of wind seemed to rise suddenly.

Jiang Shi Li's long hair was blown backward. She watched as a gust of wind was exhaled by An Qisheng. His handsome face was somewhat distorted by the fierce airflow.

If Daoist Jue Chen hadn't held her shoulder, she suspected that she would have been blown away!

Hiss!

After a long exhalation, an even more violent inhalation followed!

Visible airflow swarmed from all directions, its speed so fast that it carried scattered water vapor, making a sound like crashing waves.

For a time, it felt as if she were in the middle of the ocean.

This breath was drawn in for too long, so long that Jiang Shi Li felt as if she was suffocating, yet it didn't stop.

She watched as the airflow poured into the Golden Hall. An Qisheng's sportswear swelled up like bellows. No, it wasn't the clothing, but his body!

His body, limbs, torso, and even his head, all swelled up like a sponge at this moment!

It was as if every inch of his skin, every cell, was filled with airflow.

This scene was too horrifying.

People weren't balloons, how could they swell up?

"This is a skill of the Gang Realm. Breathing in and out, using airflow to cleanse the impurities of the flesh, moving Qi and blood, in order to achieve a transformation of body and bones. Gangjin (劲) Gangjin, it is better to say Gang Qi (气). When Gang Jin is accomplished, compressed airflow accompanies the fingertips, harder than steel. The Gods are able to crush iron into mud and exhale into swords, which is also a skill of Gang Jin, rather than training the body to be harder than steel..."

Jiang Shi Li couldn't speak, but Daoist Jue Chen seemed to know her questions, slowly explaining.

This exchange of breath lasted for more than ten minutes before stopping.

Then, he exhaled again.

Chi!

This exhalation, however, didn't stir up a violent wind, but a stream of extremely condensed airflow, piercing the air like a sword, shooting out who knew how far, leaving behind a jet stream-like column in the air.

Exhaling into a sword!

Hearing that "chi chi" sound, Jiang Shi Li had no doubt that this air sword could sever a person's neck.

What had happened to him this year?

Looking at the slowly opening eyes, as deep as the starry sky, Jiang Shi Li felt a little dazed.

"Did you gain anything?"

Daoist Jue Chen's eyes were bright. He could feel that An Qisheng had undergone great changes before and after the thunderstorm.

"The harvest is not small, but unfortunately, it is still not complete."

An Qisheng slowly stood up and strode out of the Golden Hall.

As he strode out, the air seemed to gain temperature, and a Yang-like aura swept away the moisture from the thunderstorm.

"It's good to have a harvest, it's good to have a harvest."

Daoist Jue Chen heard a hint of regret in An Qisheng's words, but he didn't think so.

He had been sitting in meditation for decades without much gain. To have a harvest after a single thunderstorm, in his view, was already unimaginable.

For him, it was also a good thing.

He cultivated his mind and body, and it wouldn't be difficult for him to live to be over a hundred years old. Now that he was only middle-aged, if An Qisheng could succeed, he might be able to go further.

"The seventy-two peaks face the great summit, the Tianzhu Peak's wind field is so strong that it can't be said to be the crown of famous mountains in the country, but there won't be a stronger feng shui formation."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly as he looked at the sea of clouds:

"Unfortunately, it's still a bit short..."

Heaven and earth were like a furnace, thunder was like fire, and individuals were like pills. The furnace was large, and the fire was strong. How to draw and control the fire was a major subject.

The earth's magnetic field could naturally suppress and refine his personal magnetic field. To some extent, he could attract thunder and fire to refine himself wherever he went.

The more thunder and fire, the better, of course, not the less, the better.

Not having it was no good, but having too much was no good either.

There was no second place in the world with an environment like Mount Wudang.

But for him, it was still a little short.

With years of cultivation, perhaps it would take thirty to fifty years to succeed, but he didn't have that much time to waste.

"In this day and age, even ten Dragon City Groups would not be enough to create such a feng shui formation. How easy would it be to want a stronger one?"

Daoist Jue Chen also shook his head.

Feng shui formations relied on the earth's veins. Such a natural feng shui location as Mount Wudang was rare in the world. The difficulty of creating a stronger one was indescribable.

"It doesn't have to be an earth vein feng shui formation. Perhaps there is a better choice..."

An Qisheng pondered in his heart, his eyes falling on Jiang Shi Li:

"Miss Jiang, long time no see."

Looking at Jiang Shi Li again, she was different from before. As his eyes fell, he seemed to be able to see a trace of unusual aura in her aura: wisdom, glory, loyalty...

This was official aura, or rather, official luck.

As his eyes fell, Jiang Shi Li felt that she could move again:

"Mr. An...Mr. An!"

She was still the same person, but she didn't dare to tease him as she had a year ago. She didn't even dare to call him by his name.

Even though he still looked gentle and kind.

This was unangered prestige.

"I already know why you've come. Coincidentally, I'm also going to the Himalayan mountain range, so it's just right."

An Qisheng nodded to Jiang Shi Li, then looked at Daoist Jue Chen:

"Daoist, let's say goodbye."

He was definitely going to the Himalayan mountain range.

Whether it was to test the zombie king or to verify his ideas, and more importantly.

Dreaming into the Great Thousand required world coordinates.

He was definitely going to meet the zombie king.

"There's no need to say goodbye. One of my disciples is also in the Himalayan mountain range this time. Even if you didn't go, I would still have to go!"

Daoist Jue Chen shook his Daoist robe and said lightly:

"I've lived for half my life, but I haven't seen a zombie yet."

"I'll lead the way!"

Jiang Shi Li was overjoyed. She didn't expect this trip to be so smooth. Before she could even say anything, two grandmasters had already agreed.

She immediately offered to lead the way.