Peerless Martial God-Novel2

Chapter 1157: Thunderworld

Lin Feng closed his eyes and his facial expression turned serious, then he sat down. His Tian Ji Sword was emitting whistling sounds as it moved towards the dark clouds: the thunders and lightning.

“Kaboom!” A terrifying lightning struck the Tian Ji Sword. As Lin Feng’s soul was in the sword too, he sensed the lightning and shook violently. He felt like his soul was going to be kicked out of his body.

He spat out blood.

“Lin Feng!” said Meng Qing. Lin Feng’s face turned deathly pale and so did Meng Qing’s face.

“Don’t come here!” shouted Lin Feng as he continued, “Meng Qing, do your own things during these hundred days, practice cultivation too.”

His soul shook again and Lin Feng’s body kept twitching. At the same time, his fate seeds continued to nourish his body and regenerate it. The pain was more bearable that way.

“Lin Feng...” Meng Qing was worried about Lin Feng. He was spitting out blood and it looked very painful.

“I’m practicing cultivation, I’m alright!” said Lin Feng smiling. More thunder claps struck Lin Feng while emitting roaring sounds.

The technique he was using to raise his sword consisted of nourishing the sword with his own soul strength. As he cleaned his sword with the thunderous energies, he was only developing one soul, he needed several to condense them.

“Emperor Wu Tian Jian’s sword is like a human.” thought Lin Feng. Emperor Wu Tian Jian had raised his sword for ten years so he must have suffered immensely to become an emperor. For ten years, nobody knew him, and then all of a sudden, he had amazed the entire Ba Huang Province.

The skill was terrifying, therefore, not many people practiced it, probably only madmen did. But real geniuses were also, often insane.

The Tian Ji Sword continued shaking violently in the dark clouds. Some cracks even appeared on it, but it was enduring the pain. After being cleaned this way, it was also healing and slowly changing.

When Meng Qing saw how much Lin Feng was suffering, she turned red with worry. But Lin Feng would smile at her now and then so she felt relieved.

After three days of suffering, Lin Feng didn’t feel the pain as much as before. His Tian Ji Sword was even more dazzling. The sword had also grown used to being thunderstruck. Even though it was still painful, it wasn’t so bad.

After seven days of suffering, Lin Feng felt even more relaxed, he could even stand steadily on his feet and watch his sword be cleaned by the thunder and lightning.

Meng Qing looked at Lin Feng’s back and smiled in a resplendent way. He wasn’t suffering so badly, now he was standing steadily. Lin Feng turned around, smiled in a resplendent way and said, “Practice cultivation, otherwise, I’ll soon surpass you!” action

“Alright.” said Meng Qing nodding. Then, she also started practicing cultivation. She was thinking that if she became stronger, Lin Feng wouldn’t need to suffer that much anymore. Of course, that was a woman’s thought, she was just worried for her husband. How could a man like Lin Feng let a girl protect him? What he wanted was to protect his wives, family, friends. He wanted to become stronger.

Thirty days passed. The Tian Ji Sword was easily absorbing those purple thunderous energies.

“It can now be struck by lightning without any problem.” whispered Lin Feng. He slowly walked towards the thunder.

“Kaboom!” When Lin Feng walked to the edge of the thunderous area, a terrifying thunder struck him and he spat out blood as he fell to his knees. However, he didn’t emit any sounds because he didn’t want to disturb Meng Qing who was practicing cultivation.

“600,000 gems for that, I can’t waste any of this. Since my sword is now clean, I have to improve my physical strength too.” Even though Lin Feng had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he was still smiling. He released demonic energies and used his three-lives Buddha-Demon skill.

He jumped up in the air and was propelled back to the ground immediately. He did that over and over again. He had already lost so much blood, but at the same time, he could sense that he was becoming stronger from it. Maybe he would be able to understand thunder energies like his sword, then he wouldn’t need to use his sword to confront thunderous energies.

He continued this thunder training for thirty more days. Demonic strength continued flowing through his body and that lightning never stopped striking him. Finally, he managed to walk further into the clouds where the lightning was even more brutal.

Of course, Lin Feng wasn’t a holy weapon himself. Even though he had demonic strength and fate seeds, he couldn’t bathe in those thunders.

He was becoming a lot stronger and even more muscular.

Lin Feng didn’t know that Meng Qing, who was practicing cultivation next to him, was crying.

After eighty days, Lin Feng realized just how much stronger he had become. He had broken through to the sixth Tian Qi layer. Just thinking about it made him laugh to death. Surprisingly, bathing in lightning was therapeutic.

A hundred days finally passed. Lin Feng had suffered a lot, but he was still disappointed because he wanted to spend more time suffering under those energies.

When Lin Feng arrived back at the shrine, there were thunderous energies sparking around his hands.

He was smiling in a resplendent way.

“You’ve been thunderstruck so many times that you’ve become stupid!” said Meng Qing. Lin Feng was smiling fatuously, he had been struck by thunder so many times and it had been extremely painful, so now he was just smiling fatuously.

“A few more times and I would have broken through to the next Tian Qi layer again. My physical body is incredibly strong now. Besides, I now understand thunder intent, I even have level seven thunder intent! I don’t mind being thunderstruck a bit more!” said Lin Feng smiling. What surprised him the most was that he had learnt thunder intent and even level seven thunder intent!

Of course, Lin Feng was perfectly aware that he had learnt how to use thunder intent so fast because he already understood three other types of intent.

Lin Feng couldn’t wait for his Tian Ji Sword to progress even further. His sword had become stronger too, it hadn’t become a medium-level holy weapon yet, but soon it would. His sword now had its first soul, it was rudimentary, but still!