149: Chapter 149 Not Working? Thunder Falls!

Chapter 149: Refusing to Work? Let the Thunder Fall! Shen Qingyuan leaned lazily against the soft couch and glanced at him. "Second Grand-Uncle, you've already made up your mind, so why come and ask me?"

Shen Haocang chuckled, stroked his beard, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes. "If I didn't come, wouldn't I have missed out on this table of fine food!"

Shen Qingyuan rolled his eyes, too lazy to respond to that.

Shen Haocang seemed to remember something and suddenly leaned in closer, staring at Shen Qingyuan as he asked, "Little Nine, I heard that Xuantian Secret Realm is in your hands?"

"That's right!" Shen Qingyuan nodded slightly. "Third Uncle is currently in the Secret Realm. Shall I take you in to see?"

"Good, take me in quickly." Shen Haocang was somewhat excited. "I heard it's a Great Emperors Secret Realm; I didn't expect you to be the one to obtain it, kid."

As he spoke, a playful look appeared on his face. "Those Holy Lands are truly unlucky; they ran into you and didn't gain a single benefit."

Shen Qingyuan raised an eyebrow and lifted his hand, his slender fingers lightly swiping through the void.

A golden trail of light emerged out of thin air, like a sharp blade slicing through space.

The light trail rapidly expanded, turning into a spatial rift about ten feet wide. Within the rift, phantoms of mountains, rivers, Spirit Medicines, and palaces were faintly visible, exuding an ancient and weathered aura.

The gateway to the Xuantian Secret Realm swung open.

Shen Haocang watched this scene, feeling secretly astonished.

"Little Nine, your methods are truly breathtaking!"

As an Asking Dao Realm Cultivator, he knew very well that such techniques were beyond the capabilities of an ordinary Asking Dao Realm expert.

"Let's go." Shen Qingyuan stepped into the gateway. His figure merged into the golden light and instantly vanished from the courtyard.

Luo Qingyue, dressed in snow-white clothes, followed closely behind.

Shen Haocang snapped out of it, swallowed hard, and stepped inside.

...

Xuantian Secret Realm, Herb Garden.

Sunlight filtered through the hazy sky, casting mottled shadows across the vast herb garden.

Spirit Medicines were everywhere, Spiritual Qi was dense, and various rare Spiritual Plants swayed gently in the breeze, emitting a faint fragrance.

This herb garden was originally one of the places with the densest Spiritual Qi in the Xuantian Secret Realm. After ten thousand years of nourishment, precious Spirit Medicines were all over the ground.

At this moment, hundreds of Cultivators were busy in the herb garden.

Some were bent over weeding, some were harvesting Spirit Medicines, and some were opening new medicinal fields; each one was covered in dust and drenched in sweat.

These Cultivators from the Zhao and Chen families, who once lived comfortably in Guangnan City, had now all been reduced to herb farmers.

Shen Yuanshan stood with his hands behind his back on a high platform at the edge of the herb garden, looking down at the busy crowd below with a slight frown.

"Third Brother, what's wrong?" Shen Yuanhe walked out of the herb garden, patted the dirt off his hands, and looked up at Shen Yuanshan's solemn expression.

Shen Yuanshan shook his head and sighed. "Some fellows aren't being honest."

Shen Yuanhe followed his gaze and saw a corner of the herb garden where several Zhao family Cultivators were squatting by the fields, medicinal hoes in hand, but hadn't moved for a long time.

There were even a few Chen family Cultivators who, under the pretext of needing to relieve themselves, had slipped out of the garden and were squatting under a tree resting for nearly half an hour.

"Deceitful, lazy, and shrugging off work," Shen Yuanshan said in a low voice. "Among the hundreds of people from the Zhao and Chen families, quite a few are actually working, but many are either faking illness, being lazy, or just pretending to work while actually slacking off."

A cold glint flashed in Shen Yuanhe's eyes. "Third Brother, how about we kill a few to make an example of them?"

Shen Yuanshan shook his head. "Killing them is simple, but it's not a long-term solution; we can't guard this place forever. Besides, these people are ready-made labor; it would be a pity to kill them."

Shen Yuanhe fell silent.

Indeed, although these people's cultivation wasn't high, they were skilled at growing herbs, mining, and raising Spirit Beasts.

Killing them one by one would be more loss than gain.

Just then, a golden gateway suddenly unfolded in the sky.

The golden light was brilliant, illuminating the entire hazy sky.

Shen Qingyuan stepped out from the gateway with his hands tucked in his sleeves. His green robe fluttered slightly in the spiritual light, his expression still lazy.

Luo Qingyue, in snow-white clothes, followed closely behind.

Shen Haocang came out last, his steps a bit unsteady, clearly not yet adapted to the sensation of traversing spatial rifts.

"Little Nine!" Shen Yuanshan's figure blurred as he leapt down from the high platform and landed in front of Shen Qingyuan, his face full of smiles. "Why have you come?"

Shen Qingyuan scanned the herb garden and said nonchalantly, "I brought Second Grand-Uncle for a look around, and to check on the situation here while I'm at it."

Shen Yuanshan sighed and truthfully recounted the management difficulties of the past two days.

After Shen Qingyuan finished listening, the corners of his mouth curled into a slight arc. "Is that all?"

Shen Yuanshan was taken aback. "Little Nine, you have a way?"

"It just so happens I obtained a treasure." Shen Qingyuan raised his hand, his slender fingers emerging from his sleeve.

A deep blue bead lay quietly in his palm.

The bead was about the size of a fist, deep blue all over, with thunderous light flickering on its surface. Faint sounds of thunder emanated from it, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

The thunder sound bead.

The supreme treasure containing the dao rhyme of thunder that Saint Xutian had offered.

"This is..." Shen Yuanshan's eyes lit up.

Shen Qingyuan held the thunder sound bead in his palm and formed a hand seal with his other hand. A golden rune surged from his fingertip and merged into the bead.

Hum—

The thunder sound bead suddenly erupted with a piercing deep blue light!

The light was as fierce as the sun, illuminating the entire sky!

A vast sea of thunder dao rhyme diffused from the bead, descending like heavenly might, weighing down so heavily that everyone present struggled to breathe!

In the herb garden, those working Cultivators from the Zhao and Chen families looked up one after another, their faces pale and their bodies trembling.

thunder dao rhyme!

That was one of the most domineering dao rhymes between heaven and earth, containing destruction and rebirth, a symbol of the Heavenly Dao's punishment!

Shen Qingyuan looked up toward the hazy light screen in the sky.

The secret realm core was hidden behind that light screen.

"Go!"

Shen Qingyuan spoke softly, and the thunder sound bead in his palm turned into a deep blue stream of light, soaring into the sky.

The stream of light passed through the hazy sky and merged into the light screen.

The next moment—

Rumble!!!

The entire world shook violently!

Above the firmament, that hazy light screen began to churn and boil.

Deep blue thunderous light flashed and roamed within the light screen, like Thunder Dragons churning through the clouds.

As the thunder dao rhyme merged with the secret realm core, the Laws of the entire world began to change.

Shen Yuanshan's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at the churning thunder light in the sky, his face full of shock. "Little Nine, what are you doing?"

Shen Qingyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his tone casual. "Adding some rules to the Secret Realm."

As soon as he finished speaking—

Boom!

A bolt of deep blue lightning as thick as a bucket descended from the sky, accurately striking a corner of the herb garden.

At that spot, several Zhao family Cultivators were squatting by the field, slacking off.

The lightning fell, exploding into a burst of piercing thunderous light!

"Ah—"

The Zhao family Cultivators screamed. Their bodies were scorched black, their hair stood on end, and green smoke rose from them. They twitched a couple of times before falling to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Dead silence filled the area.

Everyone stared with wide eyes at the scorched Cultivators, their faces as white as paper and their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"This... is this Thunder Punishment?" Shen Yuanhe swallowed, his voice wavering.

Thunder Punishment—this was an extremely domineering power within heaven and earth!

Ordinary Cultivators could not come into contact with the power of Thunder Punishment. However, once one reached the Asking Dao Realm and wished to go a step further—to become a Saint—one had to undergo the Saint Path Lightning Tribulation.

Since ancient times, those who became Saints were few; most died under this Lightning Tribulation.

Shen Qingyuan withdrew his gaze, the corners of his mouth curling slightly. "From now on, whoever slacks off will have to endure Thunder Punishment!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the herb garden instantly erupted into an uproar.

"What?! Thunder Punishment?! Heavenly Dao Thunder Punishment?!"

"No... it's not Heavenly Dao Thunder Punishment, it's... it's that person who has taken control of the Secret Realm's Heavenly Dao Laws!"

"But how... how can he control the power of Thunder Punishment?!"

The Cultivators of the Zhao and Chen families turned pale, their eyes filled with despair.

They had originally thought that although they were imprisoned here, as long as they were deceitful and slacked off, the Shen Family could do nothing to them.

After all, the Shen Family needed them to work; they couldn't possibly kill them all, right?

But now—

A bolt of heavenly thunder had struck down, directly shattering all their wishful thinking!

Slack off and get struck by lightning!

Who would dare to be lazy now?

Shen Yuanshan and Shen Yuanhe watched this scene and immediately praised Shen Qingyuan, "As expected, Little Nine, you have the best methods!"

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