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In a room within a courtyard, Sun Zhe sat cross-legged on a seat, his eyes slightly closed, and his resolute face displayed a calm expression. As a disciple of the Xuan Lei Sect, each member had their own independent residence, and this was Sun Zhe's room.
Having been at the Xuan Lei Sect for nearly three months, he quickly grasped the essentials of cultivation under Elder Li's careful guidance. Coupled with Sun Zhe's exceptional qualifications, he soon succeeded in establishing his foundation ahead of others, truly becoming a low-level Cultivator and embarking on the Way of Thunder Cultivation.
In front of Sun Zhe lay a somewhat ancient-looking book, its cover emblazoned with the three large characters "Thundercloud Technique," which was the cultivation method he was currently practicing.
The Thundercloud Technique was not an exceptionally good method; almost all Outer Sect Disciples entering the Xuan Lei Sect practiced this technique. Truly superior cultivation methods were extremely rare, and unless one achieved significant merit, the Xuan Lei Sect seldom passed down advanced cultivation techniques. Even though Sun Zhe was a registered disciple of Elder Li, there were no exceptions.
However, Sun Zhe was not particularly picky; having a cultivation method to practice was already very satisfying for him. He directly began to cultivate according to the instructions in the Thundercloud Technique.
Sitting cross-legged with his legs folded, he formed hand seals with both hands. The thin wisp of Divine Consciousness within him slowly emanated outward, and strands of Earth Spirit Energy around his body were gradually drawn in and absorbed. After circulating through his body's meridians, it slowly transformed into Thunder Attribute Spiritual Power stored in his Dantian.
Perhaps due to having just started cultivating not long ago, the speed of spiritual power circulation was not fast. However, because Sun Zhe possessed a unique body attuned to lightning, his attraction to Thunder Power far exceeded that of ordinary people. Thus, the spiritual power he attracted was also significantly greater than that of others.
If others' spiritual power circulation resembled a stream, then each time Sun Zhe circulated his spiritual power, it resembled a mighty river, containing at least ten times more spiritual power than that of an average person. While this accelerated his cultivation progress, every time the spiritual power passed through his meridians, Sun Zhe felt an excruciating pressure as if he might burst apart.
Clenching his teeth tightly, beads of sweat dripped slowly from his forehead, soaking his clothes slightly. Yet Sun Zhe paid no mind and continued to exert himself fully in circulating the spiritual power within his meridians.
With each cycle of spiritual power circulation, Sun Zhe's meridians were forcibly widened considerably, allowing for more spiritual power than before and increasing the speed of circulation. All this happened unconsciously and accelerated Sun Zhe's cultivation speed.
Time passed minute by minute. As the spiritual power continued to circulate, a visible pale purple Thunder Attribute Spiritual Energy gathered above Sun Zhe's head like floating clouds. This phenomenon typically manifested only when one reached an advanced level in the Thundercloud Technique; however, Sun Zhe had already exhibited it prematurely.
"Bang bang bang..."
A series of low rumbling sounds erupted as his entire body crackled like frying beans. Suddenly, a whirlwind materialized above Sun Zhe's head, enveloping the thunderclouds. All the spiritual power rapidly surged toward him, directly entering his body. At that moment, an unusual flush appeared on Sun Zhe's face.
"Finally reached the requirement; three months—this speed is quite astonishing. Those guys will probably be shocked."
Several hours later, Sun Zhe slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, lowered his hands, and the thunderclouds above his head gradually dissipated. His slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and two terrifying flashes of Purple Radiance flickered and vanished, like two bolts of lightning flashing by.
Although he said this, Sun Zhe did not hesitate at all. He stood up directly and stepped out towards the door.
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Although this was within Beifeng City, the area occupied by Xuan Lei Sect was still extremely vast. After a while, Sun Zhe finally arrived at his destination from the courtyard where he resided—a three-story pavilion.
This pavilion looked extremely old; much of the paint on it had peeled off, and some corners had already rotted away. The entire pavilion seemed on the verge of collapsing, yet there were no other buildings nearby, only this solitary pavilion standing here.
"Here we are!" Looking at the dilapidated pavilion before him, a glimmer of brilliance flashed in Sun Zhe's eyes. If Sun Zhe were not a disciple of Xuan Lei Sect, he would never have imagined that this seemingly crumbling pavilion was one of the most important places in Xuan Lei Sect; it was the library where Xuan Lei Sect treasured its techniques and Martial Arts.
"Stop!"
Just as Sun Zhe was about to step into the library's vicinity, a cold voice suddenly rang out. Unbeknownst to him, two men in black appeared before Sun Zhe, blocking his path. Even though Sun Zhe was wearing the attire of a disciple of Xuan Lei Sect, the vigilance in these two men's eyes showed no sign of easing.
These two were merely two among many guards protecting the library. As an extremely important place for Xuan Lei Sect, the guarding force here was certainly not weak. Not to mention the powerful guardians hidden in plain sight, just the countless concealed traps surrounding the library could cause instant death to any intruder.
"I am a new disciple, Zisun Zhe. Here is my identity token."
As he spoke, Sun Zhe handed over a palm-sized red token, which represented his identity as a disciple of Xuan Lei Sect and contained his blood essence—something others could not forge.
The man on the left took Sun Zhe's identity token and examined it before nodding to the man on the right, indicating that there was no issue with his identity.
"What are you doing here? Don't you know this is a restricted area of the Sect? You cannot enter recklessly." Although the tone of the man on the right was slightly softer, there was still no hint of politeness as he questioned Sun Zhe arrogantly.
"New disciples are allowed to enter the first floor of the library to select two Martial Arts techniques. I am here to choose Martial Arts." Seeing that man's condescending demeanor, Sun Zhe's tone inevitably turned colder.
"Don't you know that only those who have reached the strength of a Three-Star Thunderer can claim these two Martial Arts? If I remember correctly, you have only been in the sect for three months, right? Do you really think you've reached the level of a Three-Star Thunderer in just three months? Do you think you're an Inner Sect Disciple? If you have nothing better to do, you should focus on your cultivation instead of wandering around aimlessly." Upon hearing Sun Zhe's words, the man on the right couldn't help but mockingly laugh.
Reaching the strength of a Three-Star Thunderer in just three months was absolutely unheard of in the Outer Sect, and even in the mysterious Inner Sect, it was extremely rare.
With a slight curl of his lips, a glimmer of determination appeared in Sun Zhe's eyes. Strength was paramount; one must always speak with strength.
"Empty words won't prove anything. Let me show you."
As he spoke, Sun Zhe directed his gaze toward a stone tablet behind the two men, which was used to test a Cultivator's strength.
Hearing Sun Zhe's unceremonious retort, the man on the right suddenly laughed in anger. He didn't expect a newcomer to dare to talk back to him.
"Fine... fine... if you want to test it, go ahead. But if your strength doesn't reach Three-Star Thunderer..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Sun Zhe's right foot had already stomped down hard on the ground. Before the two could react, Sun Zhe shot forward like a cannonball, reaching the stone tablet in an instant. With his right arm slightly bent and veins bulging, his fist shimmered with dazzling purple light.
With a loud "bang," his massive fist struck the surface of the stone tablet without any gaps, leaving a clear fist imprint on it.
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