Chapter Thirty: Heading to the Mortal Realm with a Somber and Ominous Atmosphere (Supplement)

  "It's really enviable to be a monk." Wang Guang sighed and leaned against the stone pillar beside him, feeling annoyed: "In the early days of entering the practice world, I was reckless and almost died under the hands of a slave of that Randy Taoist due to a dispute over a trivial matter. In the end, it was that man who saved me, and I promised to repay him. Now that things have come to this point, even if I had a thousand excuses and ten thousand reasons, I couldn't shirk this debt. This favor is truly one that cannot be owed."

  "Then let's get ready to leave, can't we repay the other's kindness here? You can rest assured that when you return, I will leave this place. This piece of Wan Zai Kong Qing is absolutely not going to be taken away by me, nor will it be snatched by others." The monk was also a clever and thoughtful person, knowing what Wang Guang was worried about, so he gave such an explanation.

  "Haha! Do you think I, a poor monk, cherish this empty fame? Whether or not I have this treasure, it's all the same. Without it, can't I still cultivate my skills and practice my magic? External things are just external things, once you get used to them, you'll become dependent on them, which isn't good." Wang Guang flicked his dusting brush a few times, then stood up straight and jumped in front of the monk: "There's still over ten days before we leave, don't bother meditating to cultivate your energy anymore. Come and fight with me, let's see what new tricks you've learned!"

  "It's just right, I haven't fought for three to five days and my body is already feeling uncomfortable. After being suppressed for dozens of days, it's been itching to burst out." The big monk was delighted when he heard this, and with a jump, he reached into the treasure bag at his waist and grabbed two golden gleaming demon-subduing pestles, which he used to smash down on Wang Guang's head.

  Wang Guang shouted "Well done!" with a loud voice. With an iron chain in his left hand and a dustpan in his right, the two immediately clashed together. You hit me with a pestle, I hit you with a lock chain. Clanging and clattering like hammering iron, sparks flew everywhere, shining brightly.

  These two had just broken through the bottleneck of their cultivation, and although their magical powers hadn't increased by much, they were now much more refined than before. As a result, the time they spent fighting each other was longer than before, with both sides only becoming exhausted after more than an hour.

  More than ten days have passed in the blink of an eye, and the idle monks and Taoists are fighting each other. Although they haven't cultivated Taoist or Buddhist techniques yet, one side has the Demon-subduing Pestle and the other has the Golden Claw, so their battles are also full of tricks and extremely thrilling.

  But as the two finished their battle, Wang Guang recovered his depleted magical powers and checked the time to find that it was already the agreed upon meeting time with the large man. He quickly gathered his things and went back to the sect to collect a large amount of free medicinal pellets before taking out his flying treasure and wrapping himself in it as he flew towards their meeting point.

  In three to five hours, they arrived at the agreed location. From mid-air, all that could be seen was nearly a thousand people standing densely on the mountain peak, including men and women, old and young. These people were all sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a robust man standing in the center, who was the Qi practitioner who had saved Wang Guang's life.

  Wang Guang's eyes fell on Bao Guang, who was standing at the edge. The man in the center nodded to him without saying a word. The other cultivators gathered here didn't even talk to him.

  Not long after, dozens of Qi practitioners came one after another, and by the time the sky darkened, hundreds more arrived. Among them were those with profound magical powers who were on the verge of condensing their Golden Elixirs, while others had just barely broken through the bottleneck of the Law Gate like Wang Guang.

  Among them, the outer disciples accounted for the majority, and the inner disciples were in the minority. There were only three to five people like Wang Guang, and those three to five people were infinitely stronger than him just by the aura emanating from their bodies.

  After the sky darkened, after waiting for another hour and no cultivator arrived, the man standing in the middle waved his hand, and dozens of cultivators stood up from the ground to take out a large amount of meat, fine wine, and elixirs to distribute to the crowd.

  "Everyone, this time following me to the mortal world to handle matters, absolutely will not let you do things that are too dangerous. However, this does not mean there is no danger of death. If someone is worried about dying, I won't stop them from leaving now." The big man tried his best to stabilize his tone. Nevertheless, even so, the thick muscles on his face still made him look extremely fierce.

  "After dozens of breaths, when no one retreated, the man spoke loudly again: 'Since that's the case, in this ordinary world, you must follow my rules. Whoever doesn't obey, don't blame me for tearing your head apart. You organize your own teams, these few fellow disciples are temporarily leading your team, if there's anything, I'll let you know through them. At that time, don't think your skills are deeper than theirs and try to resist with force, or I'll find out and punishment is inevitable.' The big man pointed at several Qi-refining cultivators who were of the same status as Wang Guang, indicating they would be the small leaders of each team."

  The big man then briefly stated the general task of the future and let everyone form their own teams.

  "Kid, your magical powers are really weak, and I estimate that you haven't learned any Taoist skills yet, so I won't let you lead a team. You don't need to go to other teams either, just follow me directly." This man decided on Wang Guang's team when everyone was busy.

  "That's all, Master. Please take care of me." Wang Guangyi bowed and said, "I just don't know what to call you, so I can recite sutras and pray for blessings in private."

  "Haha! From now on, you can call me Earth Splitting Master. This man nodded his head, pointed to the three or five Qi Refining cultivators in the distance who were taking over the queue: "They are all like us, from now on, you should also address them as Master Brothers. If something happens and I'm not around, you can find them to discuss or resolve it, they won't make things difficult for you. As for reciting scriptures and praying for blessings, forget about it."

  "But Elder Brother was just joking, as fellow disciples, how could they make things difficult for me?"

  "Haha! Have you forgotten the scene when we snatched the Wanling fruit? Don't be fooled by everyone's friendly faces and sweet talk, for when things happen, not stabbing you in the back is already a good thing. This sect really has its ways, managing to train a group of extremely evil people into being all smiles. Haha, if you have the chance to open your own sect in the future, be sure to learn from them."

  As they spoke, over a thousand Qi practitioners had formed their ranks. The Earth Splitting Daoist let out a loud roar and a burst of green light shot out from his mouth. This green light enveloped his body as he shot straight into the sky, "Follow me!"

  Suddenly, thousands of rays of light rushed into the sky, some using flying swords to wrap their bodies, while others used magic and treasures to travel. King Guang didn't slack off either, hastily throwing out his Hundred-Mile Flowing Light to closely follow them.

  They flew for many days, passing over canyons and circling around massive mountains. They traversed mountain ranges that stretched for millions of miles. Along the way, they encountered fierce beasts attacking them, but no one was injured in the process. There were also vast plains where large numbers of ordinary people gathered to form nations, who were the descendants of those cultivators who had not condensed their golden elixirs over countless years in this world of cultivation.

  Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Guang also asked the crack earth Taoist for advice on Taoist techniques and began to prepare for his cultivation. Fortunately, the crack earth Taoist was also cultivating the "Great Zhou Tian Jin Dan Dao Yin Technique", which greatly helped Wang Guang.

  According to Wang Guang's understanding, if no one guided him, relying solely on his own cultivation of Taoist techniques, it would take at least three to five years to achieve. However, with the guidance of the Lidi Taoist, within a few dozen days, he had gained a deep understanding of the first Taoist technique inherent in his own school. Moreover, during his leisure time, under the guidance of the Lidi Taoist, he had already begun to try cultivating the Taoist techniques.

  One breath of dark thunder, this thunder method is one that the inner disciples of the One Qi Sect cultivate more often. Wang Guang chose it because on the one hand, although cultivating this thunder method is extremely difficult, its power is enormous when unleashed, surpassing ordinary thunder methods by a margin of thirty to forty percent. More importantly, cultivating this thunder method does not require special materials; as long as the restrictive array formation is drawn and infused with spiritual energy, it can be successfully cultivated.

  The spiritual power flowed through the meridians and emerged from Wang Guang's fingertips and palms, condensing into silk threads. These threads continuously linked and rotated in his hands, forming a circular pattern after a short while. Next, Wang Guang carefully injected spiritual power into it, but just as the power began to flow into the pattern, the entire thing suddenly shattered and dispersed. Clearly, this attempt had also failed.

  Without noticing the strange glances of other cultivators, Wang Guang took advantage of this break to continue practicing his Thunder Technique.

  Only to see this guy's hands suddenly clutched, dozens of lines burst out from his palms and fingertips. These threads of spiritual power condensed into a sphere the size of an infant's fist in less than one breath. As the spiritual power poured in, the sphere gradually turned green and began to rotate slowly between his hands.

  After about three to five breaths, Wang Guang felt that the yin thunder structure could no longer hold more mana and stopped injecting mana decisively. To know that he had injected too much mana at first, causing the first layer of the yin thunder structure to be unable to withstand it, and directly exploding between his hands. Fortunately, the excessive mana caused the structure to shatter, only blasting him on the back of his head, without suffering any harm.

  The sphere that had stopped infusing magic power had shrunk to almost half the size of a baby's fist. A blue light flickered, and with the flow of magic power, the dark thunderbolt continued to circulate between his two hands.

  "You've succeeded." Just as Wang Guang was excited about his successful casting of the Yin Lei, a large hand suddenly appeared in front of him. The hand grasped the Yin Lei and pinched it, causing countless green lights to float up from it. In an instant, it shrunk down to the size of a thumb. Upon closer inspection, it had been sealed away with a restrictive spell.

  "The One Breath Thunder has twenty-four layers, and with each layer, the power increases by one or several times. It is said that when cultivated to the last layer, a single thunderbolt can flatten an area of thirty to fifty thousand miles, but I have flipped through countless classics and never seen anyone cultivate it to the last layer."