23: Chapter 23 Earth-Rank Movement Technique: Three Thousand Thunderclaps

Senior Sister Liu Hanbing stepped out of the house. Under the moonlight, which draped over her like a veil of silver, her white clothes were as snowy as her cold, aloof face. Her long hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her full figure made her appear like a fairy from the Lunar Palace.

With her hands clasped behind her back, she looked up at the moon. Two silver moons were reflected in the depths of her eyes, as if the starry sky were inverted within them.

If anyone were to notice, they would see that Senior Sister Liu Hanbing's eyes were suffused with a layer of silvery-white light, like two whirlpools absorbing wisps of moonlight.

It was actually a pupil technique—a pupil technique is something born of innate bloodline, not acquired through cultivation.

Senior Sister Liu Hanbing's family must have produced peerless experts in the past; only the descendants of such experts, inheriting their bloodline, could possess such divine eyes.

As the first ray of golden light rose on the horizon at dawn, Senior Sister Liu Hanbing's silvery-white eyes returned to pitch black. Her stunningly beautiful jade-like face shimmered with a faint glow, as translucent as white jade.

Creak!

Suddenly, Hun Tiandi, who had been cultivating for the entire night, pushed open the door. A figure in white stood in the courtyard, looking like a celestial fairy who had descended to the mortal world, and a glint of sharp light flashed through his eyes.

"You're awake?" Senior Sister Liu Hanbing's gaze was burning as she looked at this junior brother who was about to become her fellow disciple, feeling a strong sense of interest.

Hun Tiandi nodded and walked into the courtyard, stretching his limbs with a series of cracking sounds.

He began with the Half-Step Crushing Fist, focusing his mind and calming his spirit. His feet were planted in the Floating Cloud Stance, and the wind from his fists whistled, causing the air around him to vibrate and howl.

"What a fierce and powerful fist technique!" Senior Sister Liu Hanbing's crystalline face remained calm, but her heart was surging with waves of shock.

With her level of discernment, the fist technique Hun Tiandi was displaying was at least a low-tier Profound-Tier Dou Technique.

After practicing his punches for an hour, Hun Tiandi began to prepare breakfast.

He washed the shiny plates from last night, entered the kitchen, and another series of clattering sounds ensued...

Half an hour later, a delicious breakfast was ready. As if they had smelled the aroma, Senior Sister Liu Hanbing and Elder Nie Yun had already washed up and were sitting neatly at the table.

Seeing this, the corners of Hun Tiandi's eyes twitched wildly.

Subsequently, the three of them swept through the food, wiping out the delicacies on the table.

After finishing her meal, Senior Sister Liu Hanbing headed toward the central square to continue registering new students, while Elder Nie Yun, full and satisfied, leaned back on his chair.

After cleaning up, Hun Tiandi left the Yun Family Courtyard, walked out of Cangyun Town, and arrived at a lush, deep mountain. An endless ocean of green spread out before him, refreshing his mind and spirit.

In a valley, Hun Tiandi flipped his hand and retrieved a silver scroll from his storage ring. The arcs of electricity that occasionally sparked from it were enough to make one's heart tremble.

He gently stroked the scroll, and it seemed he could faintly hear the sound of wind and thunder.

"Three Thousand Lightning Movement is a movement Dou Technique that makes countless people greedy, even on the Fighting Qi Continent. If one successfully cultivates it, one can rely on this movement technique to fly and hover in the air for short distances."

A trace of excitement flashed in Hun Tiandi's pitch-black eyes. Speaking of which, he had that youth from the Starfall Pavilion to thank for being able to obtain this Three Thousand Lightning Movement.

This originally belonged to the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, one of the four pavilions of the Central Plains, and was one of their treasured items. Each scroll was extremely difficult to create.

This was because every scroll contained a trace of Wind and Thunder power sealed by the Pavilion Master.

Only by absorbing this trace of Wind and Thunder power and making it one's own could one truly successfully cultivate this extraordinary movement technique, "Three Thousand Lightning Movement."

It was just a pity that the Wind and Thunder Pavilion was later destroyed by Xiao Yan, and it became a Dou Technique in the collection of the Starfall Pavilion.

It was crafted into a Wind and Thunder scroll and passed down to outstanding disciples who had made great contributions to the Starfall Pavilion, who were then qualified to cultivate it.

"Wind and Thunder power..."

Hun Tiandi whispered. No wonder he could hear the sound of wind and thunder from the scroll; so that was why.

It was said that this Wind and Thunder power could only be absorbed by sitting cross-legged on a mountain peak when dark clouds gathered and thunder and lightning flashed, allowing one to luckily absorb a trace of the Wind and Thunder power drifting in the sky.

However, Wind and Thunder power belonged to the power of heaven and earth and was extremely overbearing.

If one's temperament was not tough enough, it would likely be difficult to control, and there was even a risk of a backlash...

Rumble...

On the mountain peak, a violent wind suddenly raged from the dark clouds, and the trees in the mountain forest rustled noisily.

Dark clouds gathered, and the low, roaring thunder resounded across the sky. Under the majesty of heaven and earth, the magical beasts in the mountain range fell into panic and silence.

Crackle!

A bolt of lightning slithered from the dark clouds like a silver dragon. Its blinding, dazzling light illuminated the continuous mountain peaks as if it were daytime.

The youth in the green shirt sat cross-legged on a blue stone, letting the violent wind whip and blow against him, yet he remained motionless.

The lightning struck down, illuminating a delicate and handsome young face.

He lifted his head slightly, looking at the dark clouds pressing down on the horizon, revealing a trace of excitement. He gripped his palm, and the Wind and Thunder scroll was in his hand.

The ancient and vast characters on the scroll sparked with faint silver electric arcs amidst the thunder.

"Three Thousand Lightning Movement!"

Dark clouds pressed down on the city, blocking out the sun. The sky seemed to be covered by a layer of black cloth, and occasionally, lightning as thick as a zhang slithered within it like silver electric eels.

A blinding light erupted, tearing the sky apart.

The entire mountain range was suppressed by the majestic might of heaven. Under such raging conditions, the magical beasts deep in the mountains hid in their caves, not daring to emerge freely.

Mixed with low beast roars, and amplified by the violent wind, the sound spread far into the distance.

The violent wind snapped a tree as thick as a bowl beside Hun Tiandi directly at the waist.

On the blue stone, a figure in a green shirt sat cross-legged. Hun Tiandi gripped the silver scroll tightly in such stormy weather.

This scroll, which was usually ancient and simple, was gradually emitting a faint warmth.

A glance from the corner of his eye revealed tiny, thin silver electric arcs flickering from the scroll.

He looked up at the sky, where world-destroying lightning was raging.

Hun Tiandi took a deep breath. His hand holding the scroll could not help but tremble slightly. At any moment, a terrifying bolt of lightning could strike him down. Even though he had lived two lifetimes,

it would be a lie to say he felt no fear.

He gripped the silver scroll tightly. The four ancient characters for "Three Thousand Lightning Movement" seemed like giant dragons breaking through a seal, wanting to fly out of the scroll, constantly releasing dense, faint electric glows.

"Give it a shot!" Hun Tiandi encouraged himself. This Wind and Thunder power belonged to the power of nature and was extremely overbearing. If he were not careful, there would be a danger of losing his life.

To obtain power, it was naturally impossible for everything to go smoothly.

If one didn't risk one's life, how could one succeed?

He believed that even the terrifying seal of the twenty-three types of Heavenly Flames had not been able to completely kill him, and he had even managed to break the seal and emerge.

This small bit of Wind and Thunder power now, although overbearing, shouldn't be too hard to handle.

"Let's begin!"

Hun Tiandi placed the scroll on his legs. At this moment, the Wind and Thunder power between heaven and earth was at its strongest, requiring no guidance.

The trace of Wind and Thunder power hidden in the scroll automatically surged out.

At the moment it erupted, he just needed to grab it and absorb it into his body to refine it.

With a hardened heart, he suddenly tore open the seal of the scroll. Blinding silver electric arcs erupted, immediately transforming into a thick pillar of silver energy that shot straight into the clouds.

The pillar of light, reaching from heaven to earth, was still clearly visible even from a hundred miles away.

"What is going on?" Elder Nie Yun of Cangyun Town flickered out of his room. Looking at the pillar of light, his Dou Qi surged, and he dashed toward the place where the anomaly was occurring.

"A treasure has appeared?" At the Darong Auction House, Princess Nian Youyou stood by the window, her beautiful eyes gazing outside the mountain range, murmuring to herself.

"Eh, what's going on?"

On the square, Senior Sister Liu Hanbing, who was presiding over the registration, had eyes flickering with moonlight as she asked in confusion.

"Senior Sister, it must be a treasure appearing. Shall we go take a look?"

Suddenly, a youth in black beside her said excitedly. He had not wanted to come to this backwater place to recruit disciples for Cangyun Town in the first place.

Who would have thought that he would encounter a treasure appearing? He was quite lucky.

"If you want to die, don't drag us into it. When a treasure is before you, if you have the strength, it's called fortune; if you don't have the strength, the treasure is poison!"

Senior Sister Liu Hanbing did not mince words, scolding the black-clothed youth for overestimating his own capabilities.

Relying solely on Dou Master level power to seize a treasure was nothing but a pipe dream.

Upon hearing this, the black-clothed youth's face turned red. The gazes of the fellow disciples around him felt like ten thousand swords piercing his body.

The youth quickly stepped aside, but deep in his eyes, a flicker of resentment flashed.

"Senior Sister Liu Hanbing, fine, you win!" the black-clothed youth gritted his teeth and said.