Chapter 69: Young People Don

"Interesting—this round-light mirror isn't powered by Qi, but by Lei Qi. Then again, I've seen Lei Qi-powered lanterns in many mansions before; it seems Lei Qi is a common energy source in this era, much like how water power once drove waterwheels and grinding mills… But really, Lei? I thought fire would've replaced water power! Honestly, maintaining a fire pool feels easier than a Lei pool!"

The demonic cultivator, cloaked in an optical-camo invisibility technique, crouched outside the window, secretly watching Mo Ying draw, his thoughts far from calm.

Don't assume Xuan cultivators are ancient relics who don't grasp the importance of technological progress. In truth, because of their long lifespans and clear spiritual senses, they feel technological shifts more acutely. A person living in an older era, if not caught in a technological explosion, might never notice any grand change in their lifetime—but for these old bastards who routinely live three or four hundred years, they've witnessed at least one or two technological leaps firsthand.

He had seen firearms and cannons replace bows and crossbows; naturally, he understood this kind of energy revolution, and precisely because of that, he could grasp the technical depth hidden within that tiny "round-light mirror."

The mere ripple of Lei Qi as Mo Ying slid the screen was enough for his powerful spiritual sense to detect the precise Lei ritual patterns—even though it vanished in an instant, its precision far exceeded the limits of any ordinary Entry to the Dao cultivator's ability to lay down. This meant this device had far more, far more complex functions than the round-light mirrors he once used for long-distance communication and data recording.

"This level of precision? Absolutely not something mass-produced. Shenxiao Sect truly lives up to its legacy as a sect specializing in Lei arts—even after vanishing for centuries, it can still produce such exquisite artifacts."

At this moment, the demonic cultivator was nearly certain Feng Xue was a Shenxiao Sect heir, and he unconsciously began considering which lightning-warding spell would be most suitable when he got beaten later.

But seeing how the spirit ghost was practically drilling itself into the round-light mirror, he sighed and thought there was no hope of being detected by it—he gripped the windowsill and began moving toward another window.

Judging by the spirit ghost's demeanor, whatever was inside the round-light mirror was tied to its obsession. At a time like this, unless he directly commanded it via a spirit pact, he'd have to smash through the window to get its attention.

But he was here to waste merit and reduce karmic debt—not to increase it. Jumping in directly would be a declaration of war!

The troubling part was, the spirit ghost, bound by obsession, couldn't sense his invisibility spell—but why was that great demon acting blind? You're a great demon, for heaven's sake! Pretending to be a pig doesn't mean you have to actually become one!

…

Meanwhile, Feng Xue, meditating inside the room, was completely unaware that a "Spider-Man" was clinging to the outside of his house, "wiping windows." He was currently in his designated training room, sparring with Liu Yunxi, constantly switching between artifacts, trying to find the optimal combination for himself.

But…

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

Feng Xue suddenly called halt. Liu Yunxi, who had just raised her long leg to kick him, froze mid-motion, suppressing the unfinished inch-stop sensation, and smiled:

"That interval was a bit short? Are you hungry? I'll go prepare some—"

"No…"

Feng Xue pinched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath, and finally said:

"Uh… you really should wear an undergarment."

"What's that?" Liu Yunxi tilted her head. Feng Xue pulled out another phone, pulled up several images, and showed them to her:

"Something like this. The problem is, you're doing high kicks and wide arm swings—I can't keep my gun steady!"

Though she'd acquired human shame, Liu Yunxi's understanding of clothing and coverage hadn't evolved to the point of prioritizing protection. Hearing this, she didn't even connect it to shame—she simply nodded calmly, and several additional layers of barrier extended beneath her maid outfit.

Though slightly disappointed, he could still tell the difference between his fetish and his life. Once Liu Yunxi was fully re-equipped, he refined his Qi again, activated his artifact, and began a new round of training.

But this time, he suddenly felt something was off—his Lei technique had clearly developed an error.

No, it wasn't an error—it was a color shift!

"Why's it turning black? And the speed seems slower too… Did I just adapt to high speed?"

Feng Xue's expression grew strange. He immediately suspected his eyesight had been damaged from staring too long at Lei Guang—but Liu Yunxi, upon hearing this, nodded in agreement:

"The color is indeed darker than before, and the speed is about ten percent slower—but it feels more dangerous. I'd rather avoid this one than the previous Lei Ting."

"Now this is interesting!"

Feng Xue's eyes lit up. Though he was a total beginner—only ten days into cultivation and barely understanding spell mechanics—he was a web novel writer raised on cross-universe tropes, and he knew well: such subtle differences demanded attention.

In that instant, the first things that popped into his mind were Black Flash and Ha Chán. No surprise—when it came to black lightning effects, those two were legendary, and their principles didn't seem implausible.

"Did I inject my… lewd thoughts into it, creating 'Lewd Qi Wrapping'? Or did my poor Qi control accidentally form some kind of power stacking?"

Thinking this, Feng Xue immediately sat cross-legged, pulled out the jade talisman engraved with the 【Hua Lei】 ritual from his right sleeve, and channeled his Qi into it. He confirmed: yes, the Lei Guang was indeed dimmer than before. But the real issue was—no matter whether he thought lewd thoughts or not, no matter how fast or slow he input his Qi, the light showed no change.

He tried other techniques. Externally, they appeared unchanged—but in Liu Yunxi's perception, they differed subtly from before.

"But why is this happening? Could it really be that my skill proficiency triggered a mutation?"

Feng Xue unleashed countless spells until his Qi was completely drained, yet gained no new conclusions. He had to refine Yuan Qi again to replenish his Qi—but as soon as he did, another problem arose:

His Hua Lei reverted back to normal!

"Damn. Could it be that the previous batch of Qi was the issue? Wait… Qi? Could it really be…?"

A sudden thought struck Feng Xue. He immediately poured all his Qi into the Hua Lei talisman. In an instant, the room blazed with massive Lei Qi!

…

"Such a powerful Lei technique? Found me?" The demonic cultivator, who had been searching the outer walls for Feng Xue's whereabouts, shuddered at the overwhelming Lei Qi. He hadn't yet merged his spirit with his corpse-body—his spirit was a ghost, his body a cadaver—and he was especially vulnerable to Lei arts. A simple palm-thunder would've been bad enough—but this? Was this the legendary "High Heaven Shenxiao Jade Pivot Five-Thunder Annihilation Technique" (Note ①)?

Realizing this, the demonic cultivator didn't dare linger. Taking a palm-thunder was bad—but taking this kind of grand technique was suicide!

"Modern young cultivators have no manners at all! Shouldn't you at least test the waters first? Who just unleashes their ultimate technique before even seeing the opponent?!"

The demonic cultivator used a teleportation technique to escape the Lei Qi's range. Meanwhile, Feng Xue had just exhausted his Qi again. He ignored the leaking lightning, closed his eyes, refined Yuan Qi, and desperately thought lewd thoughts…

Note ①: Shenxiao Sect's Dao scripture. Yes, it's really called that… It records the sect's Lei ritual patterns, talismans, and similar content.

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