Chapter 80: Great Changes on Longshe Shan, Palm Thunder

"Chuyang, are you alright?"

Inside Longshe Cheng there were many more people, all coming because of the heavenly tribulation, all sorts of people; Longshe Shan is relatively close to the tribulation, so the original Chuyang could no longer run farther away, trying to stay as far from Longshe Shan as possible, he ran very far, yet it still affected Longshe Shan.

After the incident, once Longshe Cheng had stabilized, Chen Yuan went up the mountain again to inquire about Chuyang's situation; the Chen Clan had been watching this place closely, and any movement would be reported to Chen Yuan immediately; the importance of Longshe Shan to the Chen Clan goes without saying, and nothing must happen to it.

"Father, I'm fine, Longshe Shan is fine too."

Chuyang was studying his own Golden Core, on which a new Dao had been inscribed—the Dao of thunder law, controlling lightning, which had always been Chuyang's idea; he had even imagined it, but unfortunately the Chen Clan possessed no cultivation method capable of commanding lightning, nor any technique or divine ability related to lightning; lightning is the utmost yang and rigid power of heaven and earth, the strongest attack, the most violent energy.

The power that ordinary people fear most is the power that ordinary people cannot control.

Over time, Chuyang forgot how to control lightning, for indeed no one in Longshe Cheng could achieve that.

But today, he somehow grasped the thunder law; moreover, the Dao of thunder law was directly mastered within his Golden Core, becoming one of the Dao arts of the Golden Core. As his understanding deepened, lightning became ever more terrifying; he could use the Dao of lightning with a mere gesture. Just this gain alone made Chuyang ecstatic. The lightning within the Primordial Bell allowed him to infinitely comprehend the Dao of lightning, achieving two benefits at once.

From then on, he could say that thunder law was also one of his divine abilities; at the very least, he need not worry about yin ghosts.

He put away his thoughts, stopped observing his Golden Core, and the lightning power vanished from his palm. Looking at his father, Chuyang felt his cultivation seemed to have progressed; his father had not been lazy these days, and he believed his father would soon advance, with a chance to condense a Golden Core.

Chen Yuan looked at Chuyang, then at Longshe Shan; the changed Longshe Shan seemed to have a denser spiritual aura than before, the whole mountain gave him a heavy and terrifying feeling, he did not know if it was an illusion, but the Longshe Shan beneath his feet seemed to have grown taller.

As soon as this feeling arose, he thought himself foolish—how could a mountain peak possibly grow?

"Chuyang, the spiritual aura density of Longshe Shan seems to have increased; how did you achieve that?"

"This is the result of my spending many spirit stones to nurture it, Father."

Rubbing his hands, smiling, his little finger constantly moving, the meaning could not be clearer.

Longshe Shan's spiritual aura density indeed increased by one third; the density of the spiritual spring water rose, and the flow doubled. The flowing spiritual spring water nourished the meridians, thereby bringing change to Longshe Shan; this change will grow greater over time, and as time passes Longshe Shan will reap ever more benefits. Once the meridians are fully enhanced, Longshe Shan will no longer need to worry about spiritual aura.

The situation Chuyang had previously worried about will also disappear.

The changes brought by the underground river are long-term; as long as no one discovers them, Chuyang can secretly cultivate and secretly enhance Longshe Shan's meridians. He does not want anyone to know about this—not even his father Chen Yuan; he will not tell him.

One must be cautious; it is enough that only he knows, for if others know, they might leak it.

This concerns his future and also the future of the Chen Clan; it cannot be taken lightly.

"Father also has no spirit stones."

Chen Yuan spread his hands, immediately expressing his meaning: he would not support Chuyang's use of spirit stones.

He also had none; each time he was swindled, they took several hundred, at least a hundred each time. His savings were already meager, and they were drained by the swindling.

The Chen Clan's spirit stones belong to the Chen Clan; his are his own.

This son of mine is truly a swindler; each time he leaves me speechless.

"Father, I really have no spirit stones left." Chuyang had his ways; he pleaded poverty: "Such a vast Longshe Shan uses only my spirit stones; I am so poor—look at my pockets, there's nothing inside."

Empty pockets, nothing at all.

Seeing Chuyang's series of actions, Chen Yuan was left speechless.

This son bears no resemblance to his own; his behavior, actions, even his mind are too deceitful—consider how honest Chen Yuan is, why is his son…?

"Father truly has no spirit stones, good son, you… please stop swindling Father, okay?"

"When I beg you."

Chuyang blinked: "How about this, Father—give me another hundred spirit stones and I won't swindle you."

"……"

In the end Chen Yuan still gave the spirit stones; the last of them were all snatched away, not a single piece left.

Who would have thought this son would actually seize them by force; after agreeing on a hundred, in the end not even a fragment remained, making him furious.

Having left Longshe Shan, Chen Yuan's mouth never stopped; if he were not his father, he would have already cursed Chuyang's parents.

"I've suffered a great loss; I shouldn't have come. This damned son swindles me too much—I'm so poor, yet he still swindles me. If you want spirit stones, go ask your mother; she has plenty. Why do you keep swindling me time after time?"

"Or perhaps that little brat Chusheng is smart—having him come along, he refuses, saying he's cultivating; I think he's afraid of being swindled."

Previously, they would soak the medicinal liquid; this time, that step was also omitted.

Feeling somewhat cheated, Chen Yuan wanted to say a few more words, but his son drove him down the mountain.

This time it was not his own initiative to descend; rather, Chuyang needed to cultivate and see off the guest.

"This son is not lovable at all."

With a sigh, Chen Yuan could only leave helplessly.

Who made him his own biological son; being biological, he can only be swindled by him.

On Longshe Shan.

Chuyang began arranging the spiritual spring water, expanding the flowing channels so more water entered the fish pond; most flowed into the spiritual fields below the mountain, then evaporated, nourishing the mountain's spiritual herbs and fruit trees, gradually altering Longshe Shan's flora.

Dragon Tooth Rice grew well, a lush green expanse; it should mature soon, and on this day Chuyang had waited a long time.

After checking the growth of Dragon Tooth Rice—no pests had appeared, growth was vigorous, spiritual aura rich, the rice's growth showed great excitement—Chuyang also inspected some spiritual herbs, ensuring they were fine, and he smiled.

He gave the whole mountain peak a simple check; actually, a single thought could have finished it, yet he still walked a circuit.

This took a whole day to check; when Chuyang returned to his dwelling, it was already night.

He sat down, raised his right hand, a bolt of lightning pinched his palm; the lightning began to flash and condense in his palm.

It became a ball of lightning, and Chuyang smiled.

"Palm‑heart thunder? This is completed."

Chuyang looked at the ball of lightning in his palm; its power was fierce.

This bolt of lightning, when it strikes a person's body, is guaranteed to shatter them.