Almost instantly, Daoist Yimei rushed to Zhang Tian's side.
Daoist Yimei poked Zhang Tian with a small wooden stick.
It was hard as a rock.
"Damn, my good disciple, you're not going to die like this, are you?"
"This is a disaster. If I had known, I wouldn't have given you this thing."
Daoist Yimei's face was filled with sorrow.
The small stick continued to poke Zhang Tian's chest and abdomen.
"Whoosh, whoosh."
Suddenly, a heavy gasp was heard.
Zhang Tian's chest began to heave violently.
At the same time, strange energies swirled around Zhang Tian.
A raindrop the size of a bean fell from the sky, followed by a torrential downpour.
Seeing this, Daoist Yimei had no choice but to carry Zhang Tian's stiff body towards Mount Mao.
At this moment, Zhang Tian had entered a state of chaos.
His mind was empty.
Inside his body, the newly learned cultivation technique flowed incessantly.
Just as Zhang Tian had thought, after direct contact with this thing, his cultivation progress had more than doubled.
Thus, time passed again.
Two months later.
Daoist Yimei sat by Zhang Tian's window, a look of helplessness on his face.
He had tried every method he could think of.
He fed him medicinal herbs and talisman papers, but none had any effect.
Zhang Tian remained as sound asleep as a dead pig.
"Could it be that fate intends to destroy my good disciple?"
"Grandmaster, this is Mount Mao! Even a dog would get slapped twice here. Why aren't you watching over your future pride?"
Daoist Yimei grumbled, a hint of indignation in his voice.
At this time, after two months of rest, Zhang Tian's consciousness gradually began to awaken.
His body had recovered under Daoist Yimei's care, but Zhang Tian was simply not awake yet.
The lightning that had struck him previously was almost completely absorbed.
In Zhang Tian's consciousness, the entire world was a chaotic mess, with divine lightning raining down from above.
"Ancestor of all spirits, all spirits of the myriad things."
"Lightning is fire, fire is lightning."
"..."
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Zhang Tian's mind.
His body trembled uncontrollably.
"Holy crap, my good disciple, have you had another seizure?"
Seeing Zhang Tian tremble, Daoist Yimei quickly took out several talismans and pasted them all over Zhang Tian.
"Zzzt."
The moment the talismans were applied.
Strange blue lightning arcs suddenly appeared on Zhang Tian's body.
"Holy crap, General Lightning! Could it be..."
Daoist Yimei shivered all over.
He hurriedly removed all the talismans from Zhang Tian.
"Could my good disciple be cultivating the technique of our ancestors?"
"It is said that the ancestor's technique can transform into the Shangqing Divine Lightning, shattering darkness with thunder. Is this true?"
"I always thought it was just a legend, that no one could cultivate this technique. Could my disciple be a genius?"
"Indeed, it's all thanks to my excellent teaching."
Daoist Yimei thought to himself.
His eyes relaxed with relief.
At least Zhang Tian was fine, and he didn't have to worry so much anymore.
"Oh right, my good disciple is cultivating a super technique."
"Grandmaster will surely be pleased. I should tell Grandmaster first."
Daoist Yimei muttered and hurried out.
In the ancestral hall.
Daoist Yimei knelt on the ground. 138 Reading Network
His face was filled with excitement.
"Grandmaster, your disciple's disciple has learned the Mount Mao's paramount technique, and it has already taken shape. The revitalization of Mount Mao is within reach!"
Daoist Yimei shouted excitedly.
The next moment, the spirit tablets around began to shake.
The sound they made as they shook was like joyful drumming.
"He is indeed the disciple of Mount Mao's number one genius. This is all thanks to my excellent teaching. Grandmaster, do you see? I am the pride of Mount Mao."
Daoist Yimei spoke again.
A hint of smugness on his face.
"Crack!"
The next moment, undoubtedly, all the spirit tablets toppled over.
"Could it be too much joy?"
"As expected of this genius."
Daoist Yimei muttered, stroking his mustache.
[Holy crap, Zhang Tian was struck by lightning, he's not dead?]
[The person is sitting right here, and you're telling me Zhang Tian is going to die?]
[This can be considered a close call after surviving a disaster.]
[Given the power of the lightning, a single bolt could power a city for a hundred years, and the instantaneous power of lightning is not to be underestimated.]
[Using the power of the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima in Fuji country as a comparison, the instantaneous power generated by lightning is at least equivalent to tens of atomic bombs.]
After this person spoke, the scene immediately became noisy.
[Holy crap, does that mean Zhang Tian withstood so much power!]
[No, his words are theoretical. The instantaneous power generated by lightning. The tail of a deep-sea mantis shrimp can instantaneously generate the power of a thousand atomic bombs.]
[If this lightning struck the ground, it would at most create a deep pit, it's just that the volume wouldn't be that large.]
[Then Zhang Tian being able to withstand it is already amazing. Is he a super human?]
Countless people in the audience discussed.
Meanwhile, scholars online began to research this matter.
They eventually discovered that certain individuals could survive lightning strikes, and they were called insulators.
Zhang Tian was one of these individuals.
Chen Xi watched the scene before her, and the scientific research machine she wanted to build began to take shape in her mind.
"Could I use this characteristic to create a device that can insulate lightning and collect it?"
"Or, could I create a weapon that can release lightning and mount it on a fighter jet?"
Chen Xi thought, and the more she thought, the more hopeful she felt.
"Boss, so you were missing because you were struck by lightning."
"What did it feel like?"
Fatty stood beside Zhang Tian, a smile on his face.
"You'll know if you try it."
Zhang Tian gave the guy a dismissive look.
"Hey, Boss, don't say that, Fatty tried it. It felt tingly and numb."
"Then why are you asking me?"
Zhang Tian gave him a speechless, dismissive look.
The scene continued.
A few more days passed.
Zhang Tian gradually woke up.
He looked at his bare body.
Then he looked at the blue lightning coils around his hands.
Zhang Tian was overjoyed.
He had actually comprehended the first stance of the cultivation technique within the lightning arcs!
"Lightning, come."
Zhang Tian moved his hand, and a terrifying small lightning arc appeared.
The moment the lightning arc appeared, the true qi in Zhang Tian's body rapidly depleted.
In almost a second, Zhang Tian's true qi was completely exhausted.
Zhang Tian lay weakly on the bed.
"As expected, this is not an ordinary cultivation technique. My true qi has been tempered by the technique and the lightning arcs, increasing by double. Yet, it still can't last for a second."
Zhang Tian muttered, a hint of helplessness in his heart.
As mentioned earlier, the "Shangqing Lightning Art" was not just a lightning technique, but also a method for cultivating true qi.
Zhang Tian had reached the first level, and theoretically, his true qi should have expanded more than tenfold. However, even so, it couldn't sustain this lightning for a second.
What was this lightning?
Could it be the legendary immortal arts?
Zhang Tian's mind conjured a terrifying name: Immortal Arts.
According to legends and the story of the Queen Mother of the West,
Immortals had always been the goal pursued by historical figures.
And the Queen Mother of the West was one such immortal.
"No wonder everyone yearns for the immortal path."
"I wonder if mine is."
Zhang Tian mused, but when he saw the person entering the doorway, Zhang Tian had to put this thought aside.