King of Creation
Chapter 437 - 431 Thunder Ridge

Chapter 437: Chapter 431 Thunder Ridge

Perhaps it was the departure from Caiyi that made Ye Zhen grow more mature, or perhaps his determination had become even more resolute.

Early the next morning, while Luluo was still deep in her slumber, Ye Zhen quietly left the Qingluo Sect. On the bedside, he left behind a bottle of Hundred Herbs Body Forging Pills for her.

Those pills were for Luluo’s cultivation practice.

Although Ye Zhen had the strength to protect his woman, he preferred that his woman also had the strength to protect herself. With Luluo growing stronger, Ye Zhen could feel more at ease while adventuring and training outside.

A bottle of Hundred Herbs Body Forging Pills contained twelve pills that could maintain their effects for about half a year. Ye Zhen estimated that this bottle could effortlessly help Luluo break through to the Third Stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm in half a year.

Complemented with the abundant cultivation resources provided by the Qingluo Sect, Ye Zhen estimated that Luluo’s cultivation could break through to the Fourth Stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm in one to one and a half years.

The power of the Spirit Transformation Realm Fourth Stage was enough to give Luluo a quite high status within the Qingluo Sect.

With the aid of the Hundred Herbs Body Forging Pills, Luluo’s strength could progress by leaps and bounds. Of course, Ye Zhen, who possessed another bottle, wouldn’t be far behind.

Most martial artists reduce their practice time while experiencing life outside, but for Ye Zhen, it was quite the opposite.

Ye Zhen would cultivate for up to four hours a day, often even more and never less.

For example, right now, while riding on the Cloud Winged Tiger King Kitten, Ye Zhen was seated cross-legged on its back, seizing all the time to practice intensely.

However, seeing that he was not far from his destination, Thunder Ridge, Ye Zhen wrapped up his cultivation early and remained vigilant.

According to Wan Feng, the area around Thunder Ridge was prone to unpredictable bursts of Thunder Light. One had to tread carefully, lest a bolt strike out of nowhere.

Thunder Ridge was located in the central-northern part of the Phantom Divine Empire and was one of the empire’s famous mysterious places.

Within a hundred miles of Thunder Ridge, thunder reigned throughout the year except in winter, when it became somewhat scarce. In the other three seasons, the thunder was as frequent as rain showers, especially in the central area of Thunder Ridge.

It was said that someone once counted over ten thousand strikes of varying lengths and intensities of Thunder Light bombarding a rock known as the Thunderstrike Stone in the center of Thunder Ridge in a single summer day.

At the peak frequency, it was struck over three hundred times within a hundred breaths, which was utterly terrifying.

Not long after this rumor surfaced, the Thunderstrike Stone at the center of Thunder Ridge disappeared. Some said it was taken away as a treasure; others speculated it was shattered by the thunder.

Since then, Thunder Ridge gradually became a Holy Land for martial artists who practiced Thunder Spirit Power. Many who cultivated Thunder Spirit Power gathered there.

And Thunder Ridge was exactly the place recommended by the Sect Leader Wan Feng for Ye Zhen to practice his Thunder Technique!

Boom!

Without any warning, a bolt of lightning, like a Thunder Snake, burst forth from the clouds, striking the Cloud Winged Tiger King Kitten on its head, causing it to howl in agony. Although Ye Zhen released a streak of Jade Spirit Power, the fur on the top of the kitten’s head was still singed black.

"Xiaomao, reduce your size, be careful!"

Not long after the Cloud Winged Tiger Cub was hit by another bolt, Ye Zhen simply pulled the cub into his arms and flew towards Thunder Ridge on his own.

The frequency of the surrounding Thunder Light increased, but it still wasn’t at the level required for Ye Zhen to cultivate the Heavenly Thunder of Fright.

Ye Zhen fixed his gaze on the leaden, heavy clouds deep within the dark mountain range. From a distance, the Thunder Light there struck once every ten breaths, an ideal area for practicing the Thunder Secret Technique of Fright.

Moreover, that wasn’t the area with the most frequent and heavy lightning. As he progressed with his Thunder Secret Technique of Fright, Ye Zhen planned to move further inward step by step, making Thunder Ridge indeed an excellent place for his practice.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Amid the thunderous thunderclaps, five bolts of lightning struck down neatly in front of him with an alarming intensity.

However, Ye Zhen didn’t dodge the sudden onslaught of five bolts of lightning because he could tell they were aimed three meters ahead of him, not at him.

What surprised Ye Zhen the most was the deliberate nature of these five bolts of lightning.

After the lightning subsided, a middle-aged martial artist with fierce eyes and hair standing on end blocked Ye Zhen’s path, his face unfriendly.

"Breaking into Thunder Ridge without any introduction, do you have any manners?" the middle-aged martial artist Mo Tong scolded sharply, looking agitated.

Ye Zhen was confused by Mo Tong’s reprimand, pondering over manners? Wasn’t Thunder Ridge public domain as Sect Leader Wan Feng had said?

"May I ask..."

"A pass token for Thunder Ridge costs a thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals, and entering Thunder Ridge costs two hundred Low Grade Spirit Crystals per day, with a minimum charge for ten days. So,yeah, that’s three thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals. Hand them over!"

Before Ye Zhen could ask further, Mo Tong stretched out his hand, demanding three thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals with impatience.

Three thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals was not a big deal for Ye Zhen, but paying without reason wasn’t his style!

"Why should I pay three thousand? Are you the masters of Thunder Ridge?"

"So much fucking bullshit! Five thousand, ten days, you in or not?" After finished speaking, Mo Tong irritably spat out the dry grass from his mouth, "If you dare to waste my time with one more word of nonsense, not even ten thousand will get you in!"

"Make it quick, don’t keep your betters waiting!" Mo Tong urged, rather dissatisfied. In his view, it didn’t matter whether it was a martial artist of the Spirit Transformation or the Soul Sea Realm; his attitude was the same.

"Your betters? Fuck that, who’s calling who your better?"

One had to admit, Ye Zhen’s anger had been successfully stirred by Mo Tong.

"Out of my way!"

With an angry shout, Ye Zhen was no longer willing to engage with Mo Tong and charged forward, barreling through without a second thought.

Thunder Ridge was originally no man’s land, and even if Mo Tong wanted to make some extra money, the least you could do is provide a reasonable explanation; a few thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals, Ye Zhen would have paid them.

But now, it had turned into extortionate blackmail, even daring to extort none other than Ye Zhen himself. That Ye Zhen did not immediately demand his head was already a mercy.

"Dare to break in forcefully, you son of a bitch, looking for death!"

As soon as the word ’death’ left his mouth, Spirit Light burst fiercely around Mo Tong, and he suddenly made his move.

The instant he acted, a look of astonishment flashed across Mo Tong’s eyes.

Because the target of his attack had vanished into thin air!

All of a sudden, a pair of icy hands fiercely grasped Mo Tong’s neck.

"Don’t kill me, spare my life!"

No longer concerned with how it happened, Mo Tong’s shrill pleas for mercy resounded.

What surprised Ye Zhen slightly was that Mo Tong’s pleas sounded a bit too loud, right?

Even Ye Zhen’s ears found the voice incredibly shrill.

Begging for mercy, does it need to be so pathetic, so piercing?

The next instant, the result of Ye Zhen’s Divine Sense Perception cleared up his confusion.

Ye Zhen immediately understood the reason behind Mo Tong’s overly loud and pitiful cries for mercy—he was calling for help!

Or rather, Mo Tong was informing his accomplices.

Just as the piercing voice of Mo Tong rose, silhouettes suddenly stirred from the depths of Thunder Ridge. One after another, they sped towards him like streaks of Thunder Light, prompting Ye Zhen to frown slightly.

Almost at the same time, Mo Tong, who had just been begging for mercy, burst into an arrogantly loud laugh.

"Grandson, you think you can run wild and act toughly on Thunder Ridge just because you’ve practiced one or two secret techniques for speed? Haven’t you seen what kind of place Thunder Ridge is, whose turf it is?"

"Grandson, if you’re looking for death, then keep holding on to me. If you want to live, let go of your grandpa now!"

Mo Tong’s continuous use of the term ’grandson’ thoroughly infuriated Ye Zhen.

"Calling for your accomplices? Using pleas for mercy as a call for help? Fine, then I’ll make your voice even more piercingly shrill!"

Crack-crack!

Amidst Ye Zhen’s fierce shout, his right arm ground over Mo Tong’s right arm like grinding tofu, the sound of bones being crushed to pieces was unceasing.

Ah.....!

Mo Tong screamed miserably, and this time, it was a truly genuine scream, with no hint of pretense.

The broken bone fragments pierced through flesh and skin in a gruesome sight.

But even so, Mo Tong continued to curse Ye Zhen, "Grandson, if you have the guts... ah... kill your grandpa!"

"Grandson... ah... you are definitely going to die today!"

Amidst Mo Tong’s screaming, suddenly, Ye Zhen’s face cooled when an old man with a wooden hairpin and dressed in black appeared right in front of him, his aura faintly flickering with Thunder Light.

"Kid, if I were you, if I didn’t want to die, I would stop immediately!" The black-clothed elder had a stern face.

As he spoke, subtle traces of Thunder Light began surrounding Ye Zhen from all directions, and behind each streak of Thunder Light was a black-clothed martial artist, subtly forming a circle around Ye Zhen.

"Soul Sea Realm?"

Ye Zhen’s eyebrows shot up. Including this black-clothed elder, there were at least three martial artists at the Soul Sea Realm encircling him.

"At least you have some insight! Let him go immediately, and maybe I can spare you a path to live!"

"Fourth Uncle, don’t let him go; he almost crippled one of my arms... crack... ah!"

"Then let’s see your other arm get crippled too!" Ye Zhen’s cold laugh coincided with Mo Tong’s wail of pain.

The black-clothed elder’s expression changed dramatically, "Kid, you’re courting death!"

"I’m courting death?"

Ye Zhen suddenly snorted with laughter, casually tossing the screaming Mo Tong, whose arms were both broken, aside, "I think it’s you who are courting death!"

"You say we are courting death? Because of you?"

The black-clothed elder pointed at his own nose and suddenly burst into a loud laugh. Almost simultaneously, the martial artists who had surrounded Ye Zhen also erupted in laughter at his words, their laughter filled with mockery.

"That’s the funniest joke I’ve heard in years, kid! Are you particularly talented at telling jokes?"

"Is that so? However, my ability to slay old fools like you... is even greater!" Ye Zhen said calmly.

The face of the black-clothed elder turned ashen.

"Courting death! Kill him!" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please go to the starting point (qidian.com) to cast your vote of recommendation, your monthly ticket, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)