Looking at the solemn expression of Yi Mei Dao Ren before him.
Zhang Tian's gaze also turned serious.
"Master, please speak."
Zhang Tian said softly, his eyes filled with curiosity as to what Yi Mei Dao Ren would give him.
Yi Mei Dao Ren slowly produced a peach wood sword from his rear.
"This is the Niú Pī Sword!"
Upon seeing the sword, Zhang Tian blurted out subconsciously.
Yi Mei Dao Ren's mouth twitched.
This name was not what he had said, and definitely not what he would have said.
"Ahem, my good disciple, this is not some Niú Pī sword. It is called the Shang Qing Divine Thunder Sword."
"It is a top-grade peach wood sword left by the ancestral master, and it has been a treasured item of Maoshan for a thousand years."
"Now, Maoshan is not what it used to be, so I intend to give this sword to you."
"I hope you can make it shine with its due brilliance."
Yi Mei Dao Ren said, extending the peach wood sword with both hands.
Zhang Tian's expression was solemn.
"Master, this is not good. This is a treasure of the sect, you can't just give it away."
Zhang Tian said.
The main reason was that he already had a whisk, and having this now was useless.
Moreover, Zhang Tian had not even fully grasped the techniques of the whisk, so adding another item would be even more overwhelming.
"No, this sword is actually most suitable for you."
"The sword contains the top cultivation methods of Maoshan, which you can learn. At the same time, by carrying this sword, you can use the 'Invite God Technique'."
Yi Mei Dao Ren shook his head.
Upon hearing "Invite God Technique," Zhang Tian shivered all over.
In Zhang Tian's understanding, the power of this peach wood sword was determined by the wielder's strength, which in turn elevated the sword's status.
If the "Invite God Technique" could bring that person forth, they would undoubtedly be an invincible being.
However, this required very high standards, at least his body had to be able to withstand it.
Besides, Zhang Tian was unsure if he could use this peach wood sword.
"By the way, my good disciple, this sword is powerful, and with your current strength, you will likely find it difficult to wield. I advise you not to use it unless absolutely necessary."
Yi Mei Dao Ren said, and Zhang Tian's mouth twitched.
Then what was the difference between giving it and not giving it?
However, Zhang Tian still accepted the sword.
At least he could invite a deity to possess him, without needing a spirit tablet to do so, which was quite troublesome.
"Since there is still time, my good disciple, why don't we cultivate here for a few days?"
Yi Mei Dao Ren said.
"Master, isn't it the same if we go back to cultivate?"
Zhang Tian wanted to cultivate in the illusory space.
There was the Mudust Bead, and his progress would certainly be much faster.
But looking at Yi Mei's gaze, Zhang Tian didn't know what to say.
In the next moment, in an open space.
"As expected of my good disciple, so obedient."
"Alright, you cultivate here. I'm going to have some tea with the ancestral master on the mountain."
Yi Mei said, then excitedly ran up.
Zhang Tian's mouth twitched.
Alas, he was still too soft-hearted.
Looking at the ancestral master's sword in his hand.
Zhang Tian extended his consciousness into it.
This was basically the same way of using it as the jade pendant.
After his consciousness entered, a cultivation method's name appeared before him.
"Shang Qing Divine Thunder Art!"
Looking at the name before him.
Zhang Tian blinked.
Good heavens, this name sounded incredibly awesome.
It was much stronger than the "Turtle Qi Gong" and other cultivation methods Zhang Tian had encountered before.
The name alone made it seem different.
Instantly, Zhang Tian became interested.
He stopped practicing Qimen Dunjia and dedicated all his focus to this.
Soon, Zhang Tian became immersed in it.
Gradually, Zhang Tian discovered that this was not just a sword technique, but also an internal cultivation method.
It even taught Zhang Tian how to use divine thunder more smoothly and simply.
Previously, Zhang Tian's divine thunder was all drawn using talismans.
But this cultivation method transformed the true qi within Zhang Tian into divine thunder, a concept that Zhang Tian had never understood.
Therefore, Zhang Tian was very interested in it.
In the forest, Zhang Tian wielded the Shang Qing Thunder Sword, and the brown peach wood sword cut through the air, creating gentle breezes.
As the wind grew stronger, Zhang Tian seemed to hear faint dragon roars.
Thus, one day, two days passed.
Even after two months.
Zhang Tian was still practicing according to the cultivation method before him.
At the same time, Zhang Tian's swordsmanship became increasingly proficient.
Even faint lightning arcs began to appear on the peach wood sword.
These were all things Zhang Tian had discovered in the past two months.
"The Shang Qing Thunder Art has a total of three stances: the first is Green Thunder, the second is Sky Thunder, and the third is Purple Thunder."
"And various lightning arcs can be used to create various moves at will, such as cleaving, slashing, electric arcs, and so on."
"However, this kind of thunder is difficult to control. Where can I feel it?"
"Why does it always feel like one step away?"
Zhang Tian murmured, his brows furrowed.
After two months, he had only grasped some superficial aspects.
This cultivation method was more complex than Zhang Tian had anticipated.
This was the most complex cultivation method Zhang Tian had ever seen, without exception.
Just as Zhang Tian was pondering, dark clouds began to gather in the sky.
Thunder rumbled incessantly.
Zhang Tian slowly looked up, his gaze falling on the area where the thunder was restless.
The streaks of lightning, like whips, furiously lashed at the clouds.
The lightning seemed like giant dragons devouring the sky.
Zhang Tian took a deep breath.
He looked at a large tree not far away.
"I understand why I couldn't grasp lightning all along. It's because I was always imagining, always fantasizing about the process of lightning."
"I have never actually experienced lightning, so how can I cultivate it?"
Zhang Tian thought to himself, his expression solemn.
He gritted his teeth.
Zhang Tian made a difficult decision.
He was going to try and touch the lightning.
If he died, he would at least exist as a soul. If he succeeded, Zhang Tian might be able to cultivate this technique.
Danger often came with high rewards.
As the saying goes, the bigger the waves, the more valuable the fish!
"Let me see what my little Tian has cultivated in these two months."
At this moment, Yi Mei Dao Ren's curious gaze fell towards the foot of the mountain.
"Six!"
Upon seeing Zhang Tian's appearance.
Yi Mei Dao Ren's beard and hair all stood on end.
"Holy shit, my disciple has gone mad."
"Is he trying to receive the lightning? My goodness, my goodness."
"This is not something you should receive. If you are struck to death by lightning, your soul will be scattered."
Yi Mei Dao Ren was so agitated that his hair stood on end.
But before he could make a move.
Zhang Tian's figure had already arrived under a large tree.
Zhang Tian felt that the lightning might not strike the tree, so he directly stood on top of it.
"Six."
Yi Mei Dao Ren was stunned.
Is he in a hurry to die?
Zhang Tian was so engrossed in his cultivation that he no longer cared about anything else. He now had only one thought: absorb and cultivate.
He desperately wanted to absorb the surrounding lightning and make it his own.
His dantian was throbbing wildly, a feeling of excitement.
Zhang Tian spread his hands.
Facing the dark sky.
Black, oppressive clouds filled the entire sky, a scene like the end of the world that felt extremely oppressive.
"Good disciple, no!"
Yi Mei Dao Ren's voice echoed, but in the next moment, a lightning arc accurately struck Zhang Tian.
Almost instantly, Zhang Tian's hair turned to charcoal.
His skin began to tear.
Zhang Tian fell to the ground like a log, stiff and unmoving.
Yi Mei Dao Ren: ...
Six!