The Immortal Clan begins with deductive intelligence.

The wind on Cangwu Island was no longer as biting as it had been a few days ago, leaving only a slight chill in the spring air.

Before we knew it, half a month had quietly passed.

For the past two weeks, life on Cangwu Island has been uneventful.

The Zhang family has fallen silent, probably because their illegitimate daughter has entered the inner sect, and the entire clan is focused on currying favor with the upper sect's connections, so they don't have time to deal with these few ants on this remote island.

The Li family sent two letters saying that the situation in the market had eased slightly, but the battle at Zhan Yao Dike seemed to be more intense.

Inside the study of the Xu family home.

It was the hour of Wei (1-3 PM), and the sunlight was just right.

"Judging by the time, the deduction of 'Palm Thunder' should have reached a conclusion by now."

Xu Changqing held his breath and focused his mind into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The ancient bronze mirror hung in the mist, and the once churning fog had now stopped.

On the mirror, a point of golden light suddenly shone brightly, then transformed into countless intricate ancient seal characters, deeply imprinted in my mind.

[The simulation is complete]

Thunder is the pivot of Yin and Yang, the fundamental force governing all things. However, the mortal body, with its fragile meridians, is ill-equipped to withstand the fierce power of thunder from heaven and earth.

Therefore, this method does not follow the path of drawing lightning into the body, but rather uses objects to create form, using wood to generate fire, and fire to stimulate metal, reversing the five elements, and simulating the power of thunder within the small space of the palm.

Xu Changqing observed carefully and nodded inwardly.

The reason why Wan Huaiyi's incomplete work is so easy to confuse is because it lacks the crucial step of "transforming objects into form".

To withstand the lightning force generated by the collision of spiritual energy with one's physical body is a physique only Foundation Establishment cultivators possess.

The text on the mirror surface flowed, and the subsequent cultivation methods appeared one by one.

[Cultivation Method: Take a precious material of the thunder element as a guide, grind it into powder, mix it with your own essence and blood, and use a special technique to refine it into the Laogong acupoints in the palms of both hands, thus constructing the 'Thunder Pool'.]

[When facing an enemy, channel the wood-elemental spiritual energy within your body into the Laogong acupoint, activating its thunderous intent. The spiritual energy explodes, transforming into lightning in your palm.]

[Note: The power of this technique depends on the stability of the 'Thunder Pool' and the amount of spiritual energy present.]

Xu Changqing slowly opened his eyes, carefully digesting the obscure method in his mind.

What a clever use of imagery to represent form.

This method is extremely ingenious, avoiding the danger of drawing lightning into the body while retaining the fierce and domineering characteristics of lightning magic.

"Refining into the Laogong point..."

Xu Changqing opened his palm and looked at the slightly red acupoint on his palm.

This process will likely involve a lot of physical pain.

But he did not hesitate.

Cultivating immortality is defying the heavens; if one cannot even endure this little bit of pain, how can one talk about achieving longevity?

Xu Changqing stood up and took out the dark, lightning-struck agarwood from his storage bag.

The wood was heavy to the touch. Although it was charred black, if you carefully sensed it, you could detect an extremely violent yet tightly suppressed energy within it.

He took out a fine steel file and began to slowly grind a corner of the wood.

"Sizzle—"

The harsh scraping sound echoed in the study.

Black wood shavings fell in a flurry, but Xu Changqing did not discard them carelessly. Instead, he carefully caught them in a jade bowl.

As soon as the wood chips detached from the main body, faint arcs of electricity flickered.

It took a full hour to grind it, until half of the lightning-struck wood was gone, before a layer of black powder accumulated in the jade bowl.

Xu Changqing stopped what he was doing and looked at the powder in the bowl that seemed to be alive, twitching slightly, with a solemn expression.

Next comes the most crucial step.

He bit his tongue, channeled his spiritual power, and forced out a drop of essence blood.

"laugh!"

The blood fell into the wood powder and produced a sound like a branding iron hitting water, raising a faint mist of blood.

In just a few breaths, only a clump of dark purple, viscous paste the size of a fingernail remained at the bottom of the jade bowl, emitting a strange smell of burnt bits mixed with rust.

Xu Changqing held his breath, and without hesitation, he used the purple paste as ink to quickly draw a talisman on the Laogong acupoints of his palms.

As soon as the runes were formed, I felt a burning sensation in my palm.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing pain shot through the Laogong acupoint and into the meridians of the arm.

That was Lei Jin forcibly opening up the acupoints and constructing the "Thunder Pool".

"snort."

Xu Changqing groaned, a fine layer of sweat appearing on his forehead, but he remained completely still while sitting cross-legged.

He silently recited the incantation, forcibly mobilizing the gentle green wood spiritual power within his dantian, guiding it down the Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian to form a defensive line around the Laogong acupoint, trapping the violent lightning force within a small space.

Xu Changqing closed his eyes and focused intently on the acupoint.

The purple paste, nourished and suppressed by the spiritual power of the green wood, gradually seeped into the flesh, turning the originally bright red flesh black, and then slowly healed under the life force of the "Eternal Spring Technique".

Destruction, rebirth.

And so it goes.

Until the stinging sensation completely disappeared, it was replaced by a heavy, throbbing feeling.

Xu Changqing suddenly opened his eyes and spread his palms.

There was a very faint purple mark on the Laogong acupoint. If you didn't look closely, you would just think that the palm lines were slightly messed up.

"It's done."

Xu Changqing looked at the ordinary-looking palm, but he did not look down on it at all.

He got up and opened the back window, outside which was a long-abandoned rockery.

With no one around, it was the perfect place to test one's skills.

Xu Changqing took a deep breath, and the cyan vortex in his dantian spun faster, with a surge of pure spiritual energy flowing through his meridians to his right arm.

"Sizzle..."

A very faint crackling sound of electricity rang out.

The purple mark on his palm suddenly lit up, and a pale arc of electricity, only the thickness of a chopstick, shot out from his palm, drawing an irregular zigzag line in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it struck a Taihu stone three zhang away.

"boom!"

Without any flying pebbles, the Taihu stone was actually blasted into a pile of dust.

"Such domineering penetrating power."

Xu Changqing was overjoyed.

"Although it's not as powerful as a Foundation Establishment cultivator's true lightning, it's extremely fast to activate, but..."

He looked down at his right hand.

My entire palm was slightly red, and the center of my palm felt numb, with a dull ache in my veins.

Although the Tongtian Mirror deduced that the Palm Lightning Technique does not follow the path of drawing lightning into the body, this lightning technique is ultimately a violent thing, and with his current Qi Refining Level 5 physical body, he probably cannot use it continuously.

"Looks like I'll have to get some medicine to strengthen my body and soak in it."

Xu Changqing pondered to himself, and was about to finish his practice and return to his room when he heard a series of rapid sounds of a cane hitting the ground behind him.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The sound grew closer as it approached, sounding quite anxious.

Xu Changqing frowned slightly and turned to look.

Xu Yanzhen was wearing a thin old coat and leaning on a cane. His pale face was full of astonishment, clearly startled by the muffled thud.

"Clan chief?"

Xu Yanzhen was still holding an un-inked talisman brush in his hand, clearly having escaped midway through the talisman-making process.

"It's nothing. I was just trying out a new technique and made a bit too much noise."

Xu Changqing brushed the lime off his sleeve, his expression indifferent.

"It's so late, aren't you going to rest?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Yanzhen's tense shoulders relaxed, and his gaze swept over the pool of stone dust on the ground, a hint of horror flashing in his eyes.

But he immediately lowered his head and said respectfully, "I had a sudden inspiration today and wanted to try drawing that 'lightness talisman.' I got so engrossed in it that I didn't pay attention to the time."