My cultivation method shines upon all heavens.

"use!"

Lu Ming did not hesitate.

The moment the thought settled, the white mist on the Heavenly Heart Scroll suddenly intensified, and the text refreshed rapidly like a tidal wave—

[The author of this scroll used Heavenly Heart Points to imprint Qin Xiaotian's state of enlightenment...]

[Qin Xiaotian, suffering excruciating pain from divine lightning that scorched his soul and shattered his bones, gradually felt a growing pleasure...]

[In the midst of confusion, I glimpsed a winged thunder tiger traversing the heavens, drawing upon lightning, and comprehended the path of thunder forging bones, of destruction and rebirth...]

[Qin Xiaotian achieved enlightenment through communion with the heavens and man, gaining sudden insight into the Dao of "Nine Heavens Thunder." Link available. Link or not?]

A strange look flashed across Lu Ming's face.

Getting struck by lightning... and you can actually feel pleasure from it?

However, he clearly didn't pay attention to the other person's potential hobbies and decisively chose "yes".

"boom--"

The sky and earth spun, and thunder roared from the heavens.

The world before my eyes was suddenly engulfed by lightning.

The ancient thunderclouds on the horizon churned and boiled like boiling water, displaying a riot of colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, white, indigo, violet, and black.

The nine-colored divine lightning bolts, like nine giant dragons, roamed and weaved through the clouds, each collision producing a deafening roar that could tear eardrums apart.

A middle-aged man was bathed in thunderclouds, his skin and flesh charred black.

Half of his face was burned away by lightning, revealing the bright red skin underneath, yet a strange, infatuated smile appeared on his face.

These lightning strikes, powerful enough to tear bones apart, were like a refreshing bath to him.

In a state of blissful ecstasy, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a burly figure deep within the thunderclouds, strolling and drawing in lightning.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a winged thunder tiger.

Its body is covered in purple lightning scales, and the character "王" (king) with its natural lightning pattern is on its forehead. Its wings spread out like two giant thunder blades.

It roared to the sky, and thunderbolts from the heavens crashed down with its sound.

The tiger's claws tore through the gale, each step landing where the lightning was most intense, as if it were born to be the master of thunder and lightning.

The burly man looked dazed, his eyes fixed on the thunder tiger.

It breathes in and out the rhythm of lightning, the flowing movement of its muscles and bones, the trajectory of lightning power circulating between its scales—

Everything, everything, is imprinted deep within the soul.

"Drawing upon the thunderous energy of the Nine Heavens, combining it with the form and intent of the divine tiger, using thunder to forge bones, and using the tiger to nourish tendons, the thunder penetrates the bone marrow, and the tiger subdues the flesh, achieving unity of inner and outer, thus forming the foundation of the Thunder Tiger Dao..."

In an instant, Lu Ming suddenly woke up.

Countless insights flooded his mind like a waterfall, and the image of the winged thunder tiger was deeply imprinted on his soul.

His brows were furrowed, and nine colors of lightning—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, white, indigo, violet, and black—flashed around him simultaneously, leaping and dancing across his skin.

These lightning bolts continuously tempered his bones, bringing waves of excruciating pain.

He clenched his teeth, his whole body trembled slightly, and the veins on his forehead bulged, but he didn't utter a sound.

After an unknown amount of time, the excruciating pain gradually subsided.

Nine-colored thunder patterns began to appear on the surface of the bones, layer upon layer, as hard as refined iron, indestructible.

Deep within each joint lies the breath of thunder; the slightest movement will unleash a thunderous roar like a tiger's bellow.

His entire skeleton was reshaped like a thunder tiger's frame, his power permeating every part of his body, making him impervious to all evil.

He subconsciously glanced at the Heavenly Heart Scroll beneath his eyes:

[Martial Arts: Nine Heavens Thunder (Low-grade Earthly Skill; Minor Success 12000/20000)]

Suddenly, he frowned.

In his mind, the knowledge accumulated in the Blood Prison Underworld Scripture was quickly analyzed, and the numbers on the Heavenly Heart Scroll changed rapidly once again.

After a long while, it finally came to a slow stop:

[Martial Arts: Nine Heavens Thunder Roar (Low-grade Earth-level Skill; Great Completion 24000/30000)]

Lu Ming opened his eyes, a hint of joy flashing across his face.

The profound knowledge left by the Blood Prison Underworld Scripture actually saved him a lot of effort in writing the Nine Heavens Thunder.

But at that moment, his expression suddenly changed.

"uh-huh!"

His blood and qi surged suddenly, and a trickle of bright red blood slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't bother wiping himself and quickly focused his mind on his body.

Lightning crackled across his bones, his yang energy as intense and powerful as the blazing sun in the heavens.

Within the meridians, crimson blood gives rise to rosy clouds, its extreme yin and evil resembling the blood river of the deepest hell.

At this moment, the lightning gradually spread into his blood, causing his blood to boil continuously, and two completely opposite forces clashed wildly within his body.

Lu Ming's entire body was as red as charcoal, as if he had been subjected to the punishment of being burned by fire and struck by lightning, and he had no choice but to use the Moon Toad Scripture at full power.

He frantically absorbed the cool moonlight, the toads croaked, and his marrow fluid surged like a tide, blocking out the lightning and crimson glow, and gradually neutralizing and cooling his boiling blood.

After a long while, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"It's getting harder and harder to suppress."

He opened his eyes and let out a long sigh.

The further one progresses in cultivation, the more acute the differences between various unique skills become.

Martial arts with different attributes, such as the "Blood Prison Netherworld Embryo Scripture" and the "Nine Heavens Thunder," are like dry tinder and raging fire, ready to ignite at the slightest touch.

Just as he was pondering, the wind suddenly stirred outside the window.

Lu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered to himself:

"Since you're here, please come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gentle breeze swept by, and a figure dressed in a Taoist robe stood before him.

Wang Ziru was slightly out of breath, and the corners of his robe were covered in wet mud, indicating that he had rushed over from somewhere without even having time to straighten his clothes.

He leaned forward slightly, looking at Lu Ming with a cold expression:

"You should know why I'm here. I don't want to waste words... You must take action in three days!"

Seeing that the situation for the Yellow Turban Army was becoming increasingly unfavorable, he no longer had time to play house with Lu Ming.

He only wanted to use Wang An's head to gain more merit within the sect, and then be ready to run away at any time.

As for the so-called "seeking peace and justice"?

Stop joking. These things are only good for fooling the common people; who would actually take them seriously?

Lu Ming looked up at him, a troubled expression on his face:

"As you know, the Yin Tiger Guards have recently been recruited, and I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Ziru's face suddenly turned cold.

He suddenly surged forward, leaving a trail of afterimages, and in an instant arrived in front of Lu Ming, grabbing his collar and saying viciously:

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense... I'll only ask you one question: three days from now, will you take action?"

Lu Ming's expression remained unchanged; he simply watched him quietly.

The two stared at each other for a long time, the chilling atmosphere in the air almost solidifying.

Wang Ziru's expression grew increasingly grim.

But soon, he smiled:

"Heh... You've got some nerve. But if you don't think about yourself, don't you think about your family?"

He loosened his collar, took a step back, and gave a sinister smile:

"If you don't cooperate with our uprising, what do you think will happen to them?"

Lu Ming's expression changed slightly, and his eyes gradually turned cold:

"You're pressuring me like this...aren't you afraid I'll develop rebellious intentions?"

"Disloyal intentions?"

Wang Ziru was stunned for a moment, then looked as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world:

"Hahaha... Do you know what you're saying?"

He took a step closer, staring intently at Lu Ming, and pointed a finger at his chest, saying in a cold voice:

"Have you forgotten the oath you swore under the heavens? Forgot the purpose of the talisman?"

"One day you invoke the gods, and you are bound to them for life."

"You... do you perhaps intend for the High Priest to carry out the punishment of suicide within the sect?"

Lu Ming narrowed his eyes, suddenly recalling what Wan Jun had said when she first met him, pointing to his chest.

So that's where the black mist came from.

Suicide?

Does this mean that the previous act of summoning a deity has resulted in the other party being able to control his body at any time and take his life?

In the blink of an eye, he was utterly speechless at the awful state of the world.

Every step is a trap, every place is a pitfall.

People like him, from the lowest rungs of society, are completely manipulated and have no hope of ever getting ahead.

His heart was in turmoil, but his face remained unchanged; he merely smiled coldly and probed:

"How can you be so sure I haven't found a solution?"

Wang Ziru froze for a moment, then abruptly bent over, forcibly suppressing his laughter:

"Heh...hahaha...you...you've found a way to break the summoning talisman? Heh...hahaha..."

His laughter was intermittent in the night wind, like an old duck being choked.

Lu Ming closed his eyes slightly, a sense of foreboding flashing through his mind.

He knew he might be in big trouble.

After a long while, Wang Ziru slowly straightened up, wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes, and let out a cold laugh:

"The Divine Invocation Talisman was personally developed by the Great Master of Virtue. It locks the soul and imprints blood, making it a top-tier protective talisman for the people of the Way of Peace."

"If you have the ability to transfer souls and change blood, you can naturally break this."

He frankly revealed the solution, looking down at Lu Ming:

"The question is... can you do it?"

His words were brimming with disdain.

Lu Ming lowered his eyes silently, but a thought stirred in his heart.

Soul transfer...blood transfusion?

"Hmph, enough nonsense!"

Wang Ziru angrily rebuked, "We, the people of the Way of Peace, have always been willing to sacrifice our lives for righteousness and dare to be the first in the world!"

"Now is the time to sacrifice ourselves for Heaven and seek peace for the people, how could such a cowardly and shameless person as you appear!"

His words were firm and resounding, filled with righteous indignation;

He stood tall and upright, displaying remarkable integrity.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he glanced sideways, his face full of sinister intent:

"If you continue to make excuses like this, don't blame me for being ruthless... I've said my piece, so don't say I didn't warn you!"

He refused to believe he couldn't handle this bookworm.

I still remember a few months ago, he used the pretense of righteousness to deceive the other party, and then subtly threatened him with his mother's life, forcing him to invite a "god" to possess him, almost causing him to perish together with the Zhang family patriarch.

As a result, he gained a lot of merits and exchanged them for a large amount of resources within the sect, which allowed him to quickly improve his cultivation level.

Now, he is confident that he can challenge the top eighty on the Dragon and Tiger List.

He refused to believe that the little white rabbit from before could escape his grasp.

Such lowly people should be given everything so that they may become the resources for him to climb up again.

"You're courting death, daring to try and bargain with me?"

"After this, even if you miraculously survive, I will make you know what it means to wish you were dead."

He sneered inwardly.

Lu Ming slowly stood up, and said softly as if resigned to his fate:

"I see."

A hint of disdain flashed through Wang Ziru's mind, but a look of admiration appeared on his face:

"Good, good, good! You truly are a fine man of the Taiping Dao. The organization is proud of you."

He placed his hands firmly on Lu Ming's shoulders, looking as if he were entrusting his faith to him.

Lu Ming slowly raised his eyes, a hint of solemnity in them:

"However, Wang An is cunning by nature and not easy to approach, so we will need your help."

Wang Ziru was taken aback, then raised an eyebrow and said:

"Just tell me, we are both people of the same land, it is my duty to do so!"

His words were heartfelt, but in his heart he was already making plans:

If it's not something that can be done easily, then continue to suppress him and let him handle it himself.

Can't figure it out?

That means their faith wasn't strong enough and their abilities weren't strong enough.

In any case, I'll find a way to solve it myself.

Lu Ming chuckled lightly, a chilling killing intent bursting forth in an instant:

"For the sake of the great cause of Heaven... please allow me to use this person's head as a sacrifice!"