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266: Enter LeishanThe entire scene was deathly silent!

One could hear a pin drop!

Everyone watched this scene in astonishment, unable to believe their eyes. How could Senior Brother Zhao Feng, at the Peak of the Eighth Layer of Qi Refining, be so vulnerable?

At the foot of Thunder Mountain, there was absolute silence.

Everyone’s gaze was frozen on the upright figure in the center of the field and the disheveled Zhao Feng who had fallen in the distance.

The arrogance and anger on Feng Yaoyao’s face had long since vanished, replaced by an expression of incredulous horror and confusion.

She opened her mouth but could not make a sound, as if her throat had been gripped by an invisible hand.

Her brother-in-law, Liu Feng, had actually been killed in one strike by an unknown nobody.

How is this possible?

Liu Feng was a Genius who had defeated a Cultivator at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining.

A flash of light streaked through Deacon Wu’s eyes. He looked deeply at Lin Jingyu, his gaze filled with scrutiny and a trace of imperceptible amazement.

He stepped forward slowly and announced in a calm voice, ”The match is over. Lin Jingyu wins. The qualification for cultivation at Thunder Mountain now belongs to Lin Jingyu.”

This voice broke the stagnation of the scene, and a wave of irrepressible uproar erupted from the crowd.

”Senior Brother Zhao... actually lost?”

”One move! It was almost just one move!”

”What kind of finger technique is that? It was actually able to pierce the defense of the Golden Rainbow Sword?”

”The key is that it felt like he didn’t use any effort at all, and the cultivation he displayed seemed to be only at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer.”

The discussion surged like a tide, and the gazes directed at Lin Jingyu were filled with awe, curiosity, and inquiry.

The previous contempt and suspicion had long since vanished, replaced by an instinctive respect for the strong.

Feng Xixi walked quickly to Lin Jingyu’s side and asked calmly, ”Jingyu, let’s go. Head up to Thunder Mountain.”

Lin Jingyu nodded slightly, his breath steady. That earth-shattering finger strike just now had not consumed much of his Qi.

”Alright!”

He turned his gaze toward Zhao Feng, who was struggling to stand with Feng Yaoyao’s help.

Zhao Feng’s face was ashen, and his chest was still aching faintly. That finger strike had not only shattered his protective spiritual power but also forced a strange and domineering force into his Meridians, making his spiritual power circulation incredibly sluggish at this moment.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Lin Jingyu was extremely complex; there was shock, shame, and indignation, but more than anything, it was a deep sense of dread.

He gritted his teeth and bowed with difficulty, saying, ”Fellow Daoist Lin... your cultivation is profound. Zhao... admires you.”

After saying this, he turned and left dejectedly, supported by an unwilling Feng Yaoyao, having no face left to stay.

Before leaving, Feng Yaoyao turned back and glared fiercely at Lin Jingyu and Feng Xixi. Her gaze was extremely venomous, clearly not yet convinced.

However, Lin Jingyu felt no ripples in his heart regarding this.

He was not a Spirit Stone; not every Cultivator would like him.

If anyone dared to reach out and stir up trouble with him, he would simply crush them.

Feng Xixi turned to Deacon Wu and handed over the prepared credentials: ”Deacon Wu, this is the token and contribution certificate for opening the Grade C No. 7 Immortal Cave on Thunder Mountain. Please verify them.”

Deacon Wu took them, verified them carefully, and nodded. His tone softened as he said, ”Everything is correct. Young Friend Lin, come with me.”

Lin Jingyu nodded to Feng Xixi and followed Deacon Wu toward the towering Peak shrouded under thunderclouds.

The closer they got to Thunder Mountain, the more heart-palpitating that aura of heaven and earth became.

The air was filled with a dense smell of ozone, and there was a faint tingling sensation on the surface of his skin, causing his hair to unconsciously float slightly.

The deafening thunder seemed to explode right above his head, making one’s heart and soul tremble with every strike. Thick, dark clouds pressed down low.

Electric serpents darted wildly within the clouds, illuminating the craggy, barren mountainside with flickering light, resembling an apocalyptic scene.

Deacon Wu led Lin Jingyu to a platform carved out on the mountainside. On one side of the platform were dozens of stone doors, each marked with a number and faint, flowing runic light.

He pointed to one of the stone doors marked with ”Grade C No. 7” and said, ”This is the place. This is the control jade talisman,”

He handed Lin Jingyu a purple jade talisman covered in thunder patterns.

”Insert it into the Formation eye at the entrance to open the stone door. After entering, use your spiritual power to activate the jade talisman, and you can adjust the intensity of the lightning attraction.

The lightning power filtered through the Formation will have its volatility and instability removed, leaving only the basic thunder power.

But remember to act according to your ability; you must not be greedy for progress!

Lightning power is the vast might of heaven. If you are even slightly careless, it will result in the destruction of both body and soul! After cultivating for a maximum of two hours each day, the Formation will automatically close regardless of whether you have gained anything.”

His tone was extremely serious, carrying a solemn warning.

”Also, inside Thunder Mountain, it is extremely dangerous. The higher you go, the stronger the lightning power becomes. Do not go further up.

Otherwise, even if the lightning does not drown you, you might disturb a Foundation Establishment or even stronger Senior who is cultivating thunder arts or performing Body Tempering with lightning.

The outcome will not be any better...”

Cultivators who practice thunder arts are mostly extremely irritable; if they are annoyed, the consequences go without saying.

Lin Jingyu took the jade talisman with a solemn expression: ”Thank you for the reminder, Deacon. This Junior will keep it in mind.”

Deacon Wu nodded, said no more, and turned to leave.

Lin Jingyu took a deep breath. The dense thunder aura in the air made the trace of Thunder True Intent within his body slightly active. He walked to the Grade C No. 7 stone door and inserted the jade talisman into the slot.

”Hum...”

The stone door let out a low hum and slid slowly to one side, revealing a passage only wide enough for one person to pass through. Inside the door, it was pitch black, with only the violent aura of thunder rushing toward him.

The heavy stone door closed slowly behind him, completely isolating all the noise and prying eyes of the outside world. Inside the Immortal Cave, he was instantly plunged into a suffocating, absolute silence and oppression, where only the roar of thunder existed.

The space was not large, only about a square zhang. The four walls were all pitch black, like ink, as if made of strange mountain rock that could swallow all light. It was cold and piercing to the touch, yet a faint, continuous tingling sensation came from it.

Above his head, there was no rock wall, but a swirling, deep, abyss-like vortex of dark clouds where electric serpents danced wildly.

That was the core of the Lightning Attraction Formation, like a window leading directly to the Nine Heavens Thunder Pool, emitting a majestic heavenly might that made one’s Divine Soul tremble.

”Zzz... Boom!”

Blinding electric light flickered in and out of existence within the vortex. Every flash illuminated the cave room in a ghastly white, only to be swallowed by even deeper darkness immediately after.

The deafening thunder did not come from the outside but exploded directly from the vortex of destruction above his head; it was muffled and possessed great penetrating power.

Every time, it felt like a heavy hammer striking his heart, shaking his Qi and blood, leaving his ears ringing.

The air was filled with a thick, inseparable smell of ozone, as well as a kind of violent, destructive thunder particle. Inhaling it into his lungs brought a scorching, stinging sensation, making one’s scalp tingle and hair stand on end.

Lin Jingyu stood alone in the center of this small space, which felt like a furnace of heaven and earth. His green clothes fluttered without wind, and his hair floated slightly.

He took a deep breath. The dense thunder essence in the air made the trace of newborn Thunder True Intent in his Dantian slightly leap with joy.

It was as if a wanderer had returned home, yet it instinctively carried awe for the vast might of heaven.