Jiang He was sitting on the deck of the Thunder Talisman Daoist's mystic ship.
He turned on his System, spent his Farm Points, and began cultivating.
Right now, he had cultivated the Nine Heavenly Stars Body Formula up to the third tier, and his physique could match a full-fledged True Child. His qi and blood were powerful, and once he channeled it, it turned into a scarlet mist that swirled around his body, while a ray of qi and blood radiance shot straight up into the skies above his head like a beacon.
[Ding!]
[-3 million Farm Points.]
"Congratulations to the host, you have successfully cultivated the fourth layer of the body-refining immortal technique [Nine Heavenly Stars Body Forging Technique] to great success."
A crisp, mechanical System Notification jingled in his head, and in the next instant, Jiang He's qi and blood erupted with a rumble, rising to full-fledged Yuan Spirit in no time at all.
"System, keep leveling up!"
"Fifth Tier and Sixth Tier of the Nine Heavenly Stars Body Formula!"
Kaboom!
His blood and Qi surged, and his muscles, bones, and skin were rapidly strengthened. The power of his physical body rose from the Primordial Spirit Stage to the Dao Integration Stage … Suddenly, the sound of thunder rang out in the night sky.
The Thunder Talisman Daoist finally recovered from his shock, and his eyes widened as he stared at Jiang He as if he was a monster …
Was this …
Retribution?
Did it have to be so casual?
Was it not said that physique refinement was harder than qi refinement?
Why was it as easy as eating and drinking for Jiang He … no, not even eating and drinking was that easy, was it? After all, you have to chew when you eat, and a meal would take at least a dozen minutes, would it not?
How long did it take for his physique to rise from full-fledged True Child to Sufferance-tier?
Three minutes, five minutes at most!
Clouds of retribution gathered up in the skies.
Frightening thunderbolts flashed within, and just like last time, the clouds of retribution covered over five hundred kilometers. In that very moment, every living being within that area felt the horrific might of the Heavenly Dao.
Being at the center of the clouds, the Thunder Talisman Daoist felt it most directly.
He could even sense that a faintly discernible energy of the Heaven Dao had locked onto him.
"Oh no …"
"I …"
"My thunderbolts of retribution are coming too!"
The Thunder Talisman Daoist paled.
He was so shocked that he forgot about this. It was too late for him to escape now. Thunder Talisman Daoist could only take out talismans one after another and cast out his flying sword in preparation for the Heavenly Tribulation.
On the other hand, Jiang He, who had been sitting cross-legged on the deck slowly rose to his feet.
The aura on his body was still soaring.
Turning around, he looked at the Thunder Talisman Daoist who looked like he was risking his life to overcome the tribulation and asked in surprise, "What are you doing, Daoist?"
"Tribulation!"
The Thunder Talisman Daoist only replied with two words, and then he began to write and draw on the deck, carving formations. The tribulation clouds gathered, there was still some time before the first lightning tribulation descended, he had to do his best to prepare for everything.
Jiang He was taken aback. "It's just weathering retribution. Is there a need to make such a big fuss?"
The Thunder Talisman Daoist set up the formation and took out a few spirit stones to restore his magic power. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence onto the formation. Immediately, the formation lit up and protected him.
He could feel Jiang He's aura rapidly expanding, and could not help saying, "Brother Jiang He, stop cultivating right now, or the thunderbolts of retribution would descend according to your cultivation."
"There's actually such a thing?"
Jiang He's interest was piqued.
He looked up at the skies.
He estimated that it would take around three minutes for the first bolt of retribution to descend. Moreover, his physique and qi would automatically 'cultivate' up to full-fledged ninth-retribution after his Nine Heavenly Star Body Formula improved to the sixth tier, and he did not have to worry about controlling it …
That was why he took out a handful of sunflower seeds and calmly munched on them beneath the clouds of retribution, asking, "Thunder Talisman Daoist, is there really so much to pay attention to when weathering retribution? Tell me about it — my last retribution was a little rushed and I didn't have the time to ask about such details, and I was cut down by the thunderclouds in a single strike because I was in a hurry. Since you are an elite of an immortal sect, do you know why I had weathered heavenly retribution when I cultivated my qi up to full-fledged ninth-retribution, and now that my physique has reached full-fledged ninth-retribution? "
The Thunder Talisman Daoist was dumbstruck.
He opened his mouth, unsure how to answer just then.
Three minutes soon passed.
There was a rumbling sound.
A thick violet thunderbolt descended from the skies and split into two, with one striking at Jiang He and the other at the Thunder Talisman Daoist. The Thunder Talisman Daoist charged his mystic treasure to repel the thunderbolts of retribution, but that was when Jiang He abruptly took to the air, meeting the thunderbolts head-on.
He reached out with both hands at the same time, catching the two thunderbolts in his hands.
Mystic energy charged, qi bursting …
Pow!
Both thunderbolts were directly crushed by Jiang He's grip.
"…"
Having lost its target, the Thunder Talisman Daoist's mystic treasure could only tremble wildly in the night sky. Jiang He did a double take and landed, scratching the back of his head a little embarrassed. "Daoist," he asked, scratching the back of his head, "you mentioned that you could capture thunderbolts of retribution after refining them, but how do I refine them specifically? Why did I crush them with a single squeeze … could this stuff be crushed too?"
The Thunder Talisman Daoist opened his mouth again, but his throat was dry and he could not speak.
Could thunderbolts of retribution be crushed?
Who the hell should I ask if you're asking me?
To tell the truth, the Thunder Talisman Daoist really did not know … after all, no one had ever done that before. Most importantly, aside from crushing his own thunderbolts of retribution, he even crushed his own thunderbolts of retribution along the way.
If he could crush his own thunderbolts of retribution along the way, would he not be able to weather the retribution unscathed and ascend to seventh-retribution?
"What are you thinking?"
Jiang He could not help asking as he stared at the Thunder Talisman Daoist.
What was this guy thinking?
He was just pulling a long face as if his parents had just died, and now he was beside himself with joy?
He promptly urged, "Daoist, hurry up and tell me how to refine the thunderbolts of retribution. I'll collect a few thunderbolts after that, and I'll go to bed after I crush the thunderbolts of retribution. What time is it already … I haven't had a good night's sleep for a long time."
The Thunder Talisman Daoist promptly told Jiang He the method to refine thunderbolts of retribution.
Jiang He understood with a start and said, "I see. To refine thunderbolts of retribution, you have to suppress them with your own will and not brute force, right?"
Seeing the Thunder Talisman Daoist nod, Jiang He said, "Alright, Daoist. Rest here for a while. I'll be right back."
Whoosh!
He took to the skies and directly entered the churning thunderclouds of retribution, which began to churn violently all at once.
The Thunder Talisman Daoist looked up, and could vaguely see a figure darting in and out of the flashing thunderbolts. As time passed, the thunderbolts in the clouds of retribution were rapidly weakening.
"What the … hell!"
The Thunder Talisman Daoist was dumbstruck!
Jiang He was so awesome!
While others would ascend through their retribution one tier at a time, Jiang He was ascending through all nine tiers at once … while others would be extremely cautious when they captured the thunderbolts of retribution, waiting for the thunderbolts to strike and capture the strands of retribution that escaped. Jiang He, on the other hand, was directly charging into the clouds of retribution to suppress and refine them.
Most importantly, he could sense the rate at which the thunderbolts were weakening …
Clearly, Jiang He was rapidly refining and capturing the thunderbolts of retribution.
Around forty minutes later, the thunderbolts in the clouds of retribution that spanned over five hundred kilometers had almost dried up. After charging for a while, the clouds of retribution finally dispersed reluctantly.
Jiang He descended from the skies, holding a bundle of thunderbolts in each hand as he exclaimed, "Thunder Talisman Daoist, hurry up and get me a container. I have every porcelain bottle that could hold heavenly thunderbolts, and this can't hold any more."
The Thunder Talisman Daoist mechanically took out two containers from his body and put away the two bundles of thunderbolts. Then, Jiang He took out a bunch of bottles and jars and stuffed them all into the Thunder Talisman Daoist's hands. There were still thunderbolts wafting over the bottles, and it was clear that the thunderbolts of retribution were sealed within.
"Daoist, there are around forty thunderbolts of retribution here. You could use them to refine Nine Retribution Talismans for now … I'm not going to bullshit with you for now. I have to get home and get rid of the other thunderbolts."
Jiang He entered his yard in a flash and headed straight to his farm.
With a turn of his hand, he took out another forty bottles and jars.
There were also heavenly thunderbolts sealed within those bottles and jars as well.
Jiang He had collected eighty thunderbolts in total …
After giving the Thunder Talisman Daoist forty thunderbolts, he still had forty left. He was ready to test if he could plant the heavenly thunderbolts … and if he could, he would plant something weird.
Dig a hole.
Plant.
To grow the heavenly thunderbolts, Jiang He gritted his teeth and traded for forty packs of Mysterious Soil.
After he was done, he dusted off a speck of dirt that he accidentally got on his hand and sighed. "I hope it doesn't disappoint me … I've spent a lot of effort to capture these thunderbolts, and even my hair is messed up by the thunderbolts of retribution!"
(PS: Haha, you didn't expect this, did you? The third chapter was written at half-past three in the morning!)
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