Chapter 212: 107: Fortune (4K)_2

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Chapter 212: Chapter 107: Fortune (4K)_2 “Actually...whether the Heavenly Stele Realm exists or not doesn’t really affect our Jiushan Sect much,” Master Pang’s topics shifted around until he finally spoke his mind: “Whether we can control the Heavenly Stele, to have it would be a fortune, to lose it, fate...” “Disciple understands.” “Good, it’s good you understand my point.” Master Pang waved his hand: “I have already held off the Great Freedom Demon Sect once, why should I fear a second time?” Speaking thus, his expression was full of dominance, as if the Great Freedom Demon Sect was nothing in his eyes. As he approached the Thunder Pool, Zheng Fa suddenly smiled in the direction of the Five Dragons Heavenly Palace—was this master starting to mentally prepare him in advance? It seemed that Ling Ye Fairy indeed had a formidable reputation. ... It was not only Master Pang who was influenced by Ling Ye Fairy. Yan Wushuang even more so. In front of the great hall of the Heavenly Stele Realm, Zheng Fa encountered a gloomy Yan Wushuang. Seeing him approach, the usually enthusiastic Yan Wushuang just listlessly greeted him, “Mr. Zheng, you’ve arrived?” “Mr. Yan, you...” Seeming to realize his expression was off, Yan Wushuang sighed: “Forgive me for being unserious, Mr. Zheng. Ever since Fairy Xiao arrived... my mind has been in great turmoil.” “...This isn’t like you, Mr. Yan.” Zheng Fa knew Yan Wushuang somewhat; this was not someone who would lose courage just by hearing someone’s name. “You don’t understand...” Yan Wushuang said pensively: “I rarely envy anyone’s fortune, but...Fairy Xiao is truly enviable.” “...Fairy Xiao?” Zheng Fa asked puzzledly, hearing his reference: “Mr. Yan, are you acquainted with her?” “It’s hardly acquaintance, just some thirty years ago.” Yan Wushuang seemed lost in memories: “Back then, in the Hanhai Desert, a treasure radiance shook thousands of miles, rumored to herald the birth of a divine object... All sects sent disciples, and naturally, I went as well.” Zheng Fa had already grasped what Yan Wushuang was about to say. Sympathy inevitably appeared on his face. “Back then, I searched desperately in the vast desert, my eyes nearly turned yellow, searching for a full four months... I didn’t even catch a glimpse of that treasure.” Yan Wushuang bitterly smiled: “Later, Fairy Xiao also came. She didn’t search, just casually wandered for three days.” “Three days...” Yan Wushuang’s expression contained a confusion hard to let go even after thirty years: “That thing flew straight to her feet like a dog.” Looking at the shattered state of Yan Wushuang’s Dao heart, Zheng Fa didn’t know what to say. “Mr. Zheng, it’s not that I lack determination, but...Fairy Xiao’s fortune is somewhat unreasonable!” Zheng Fa opened his mouth but the words just wouldn’t come out— Her situation, there might also be some scientific reason... ... Watching Yan Wushuang walking away, despondent, Zheng Fa shook his head and entered the Hundred Treasure Hall. In the center of the Hundred Treasure Hall, stood a jade bi, with flowing light gathering, listing various spiritual materials name and the required Heavenly Merit value. There were many spiritual materials, and it took quite a while for Zheng Fa to find what he needed—a thousand-year-old Yang Thunder Spider inner core. “Five hundred Heavenly Merit...” Zheng Fa frowned; this amount of Heavenly Merit was not small. For people like Yan Wushuang who had been busy for these past months, they amassed at most fifty Heavenly Merit. According to the Sealing God Book, using Heavenly Tribulation Thunder to punish the wicked and promote the good, one could gain at most ten Heavenly Merit—and that’s still for extremely wicked individuals. Generally, those not involved in murderous arson or deceit might not gain even one Heavenly Merit—of course, with Yan Wushuang and their control over Heavenly Tribulation Thunder, this amount of Heavenly Merit was unattainable for them. Comparing thus, five hundred Heavenly Merit seemed quite a lot. As Zheng Fa was contemplating, he saw a tall woman enter. Her gaze paused on Zheng Fa, seemingly noticing his Foundation Establishment cultivation but not caring much, she just walked towards the jade bi, looking at those spiritual materials. Upon seeing some materials, she murmured lowly: “This... also needs Heavenly Merit?” Without needing to hear more, Zheng Fa recognized her. He respectfully clasped his hands towards the haughty Ling Ye Fairy. She nodded at him, not saying anything. The disparity in their cultivation was vast, Zheng Fa didn’t think about striking up a conversation, simply turned to leave. But as he turned—couldn’t help but glance again at her Sealing God Book. Golden... ... Zheng Fa’s divine soul was attached to the deity statue. He was still thinking about the Yuan Magnetic Dao Body of Ling Ye Fairy. Zheng Fa had guessed earlier—Xuanwei Realm was not without electromagnetic induction; rather, under the influence of spiritual energy, the electromagnetic induction was unstable. Based on Ling Ye Fairy’s past experiences of gathering treasures everywhere, she seemed to have some natural talent for this—either she could attract those treasures, or she could sense the unstable magnetic fields emitted by those treasures. Perhaps she even had both abilities. Thinking of this, Zheng Fa couldn’t help feeling a bit of urgency. He had previously felt that the cultivators of Xuanwei Realm lacked the observational methods necessary to truly understand how to control the power of Heavenly Tribulation Thunder. But if Ling Ye Fairy could truly sense the changes in electromagnetic fields... she already possessed quite precise observational methods. It’s just that people in Xuanwei Realm tended to regard it as a kind of gift. While he was pondering, suddenly a loud grumbling noise came from under the statue. Zheng Fa looked down. The girl who seemed to be his own temple priest was clutching her stomach, frowning with a pained expression on her face. She looked like she hadn’t eaten for days. Zheng Fa thought about it; indeed, no one had presented offerings to him for several days—even today, no one had visited the temple all day. The temple seemed to have been forgotten. Amidst his confusion, Zheng Fa suddenly heard the small temple priest chanting to herself in her mind: “Lord of Thunder God, please show your divine power again.” “...” He also heard the temple priest thinking: “Even a sound like the other day would be good, they all said I heard it wrong...” “...” “If Lord of Thunder God you don’t show your divine power, Half Mountain City will have another Lord of Thunder God!” This remark made Zheng Fa, who had always been a passive observer, startled. Another deity? Isn’t this his designated domain? The temple priest seemed to be used to talking to herself, mumbling: “That Thunderbolt Sect recently took all our devotees, these followers keep saying that their Sect Hierarch will ascend to godhood in a few days... I heard that the Sect Hierarch can actually control Heavenly Thunder.” The temple priest muttered: “Now the whole city has to make offerings to them, there’s simply nothing left to offer to you, Lord of Thunder God...” Zheng Fa hearing this understood clearly. It seemed that some ordinary person, somehow getting some cultivation skill or magic tricks, was preparing to take over his role... Zheng Fa didn’t know who the previous Thunder God was, or where he was now. But clearly, the other party had not shown divine power for a long time. The people in the city, over time, grew disillusioned and even began to offer prayers to this so-called “Living God.” “That Sect Hierarch says, once he ascends, their followers will live worry-free better days... it’s attracting quite a lot of people.” Zheng Fa inwardly nodded; he actually thought this Sect Hierarch was a talent—if it weren’t for any corrupt behavior, he’d consider observing him, planning to replace this temple priest who only stole his own offerings. “But I know, he’s deceiving people... What good days, isn’t it just a bunch of people not wearing clothes, doing improper things inside that big house every day!” The temple priest said resentfully. ...This Sect Hierarch is a talent, but too talented, he cannot be kept... “I’ve been serving you as a temple priest from generation to generation, very familiar. It’s just because you, Lord of Thunder God, haven’t shown your divine power...” The temple priest continued to muse: “...what about that Thunderbolt Sect then? It would have scared that Sect Hierarch to death!” “State your name.” Zheng Fa finally spoke. “Lord of Thunder God?” The temple priest jumped three feet high. “It is me.” “...” Hearing this, the temple priest’s face paled, and she suddenly fainted... Well, why be scared, are you that Thunderbolt Sect Hierarch who revels in the uninhibited gathering?

Chapter 212: 107: Fortune (4K)_2

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