Chapter 94: Youngsters Have No Code of Conduct!

"Interesting—this round-light mirror isn’t powered by magical energy, but by thunder-qi. That makes sense; I’ve seen thunder-qi-powered lanterns in many mansions before. Apparently, thunder-qi is a preferred energy source in this era, just as water power once drove waterwheels and grinding mills... But thunder? I thought fire would’ve replaced water power! Honestly, maintaining a fire pool seems far easier than a thunder pool!"

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

Don’t assume xuan cultivators are ancient relics who fail to grasp the importance of technological progress. In truth, due to their long lifespans and clear spiritual senses, they feel technological shifts more acutely. A person living in an older era, if untouched by a technological explosion, might never notice any major change in their lifetime—but for these old-timers 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 deep technological foundation embedded in that tiny “round-light mirror.”

The mere ripple of thunder-qi as Mo Ying slid the screen was enough for his powerful spiritual sense to detect the precise thunder ritual pattern. Though fleeting, its precision far exceeded the limit of what a typical Initiation-stage cultivator could construct—meaning this device must have far more complex functions than the round-light mirrors he once used for long-distance communication and data recording.

"This level of precision? No way it’s just an energy-output device. The Shenxiao Sect truly lives up to its legacy as the master of thunder arts—even after vanishing for centuries, it can still produce such exquisite artifacts."

At this moment, the demonic cultivator had almost confirmed Feng Xue’s identity as a Shenxiao Sect heir, and unconsciously began considering which thunder-warding spell he should use when he got beaten.

But seeing the spirit ghost nearly diving into the round-light mirror, he sighed, realizing he couldn’t rely on it to notice him. He gripped the windowsill and began sliding toward the next window.

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

But he was here to waste karma, not accumulate more—jumping in would be a declaration of war!

The troubling part? The spirit ghost, bound by its obsession, couldn’t sense his invisibility spell—but why was the great demon acting blind too? You’re a great demon, for heaven’s sake! Even if you’re playing the fool, don’t actually become one!

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

But…

“Stop! Stop! Stop!”

Liu Yunxi, mid-kick with her long leg raised, froze instantly, suppressing the lingering sensation of the stopped strike, and smiled:

“That interval was short again? Are you hungry? I’ll go prepare some—”

“No…”

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

“Uh… you really should wear an undergarment.”

“What’s that?” Liu Yunxi tilted her head. Feng Xue pulled out another phone and showed her several images:

“Something like this. The problem is—you’re doing high kicks and wide arm swings—I can’t hold my gun steady!”

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

Though slightly disappointed, he knew which mattered more: his fetish or his life. Once Liu Yunxi was fully re-equipped, he refined his qi again, activated his artifacts, and began the next training round.

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

No—it wasn’t an error. It was a color shift!

“Why is it turning black? And the speed seems slower too… Did I just adapt to high speed?”

Feng Xue’s expression grew strange. He first suspected his eyesight had been damaged from staring too long at the thunderlight—but Liu Yunxi 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 thunder than the previous one.”

“Now this is interesting!”

Feng Xue’s eyes lit up. Though he was only a ten-day beginner who didn’t understand spell mechanics, as a webnovel writer raised on crossover anime, he’d seen countless tropes—and he knew such subtle differences demanded attention.

In that instant, the first things that popped into his mind were Black Flash and Hakkei. No surprise—black lightning effects were iconic, and their principles didn’t seem implausible.

Did I inadvertently infuse my lewd thoughts into it, creating a "lewd qi entanglement"? Or did my poor control over qi accidentally cause some kind of power stacking?

Thinking this, Feng Xue immediately sat cross-legged, pulled out the jade talisman engraved with the [Transform Thunder] ritual from his right sleeve, and channeled his qi into it. Indeed, the resulting lightning was dimmer than before—but the real issue was: no matter whether he thought lewd thoughts or adjusted his qi input frequency, the lightning showed no change.

He tried other spells. 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 transformed thunder reverted to normal!

“Damn. Could it be the problem was with that batch of qi? Wait… qi? Could it really be—?”

A sudden idea struck Feng Xue. He immediately poured all his remaining qi into the Transform Thunder talisman. Instantly, the room blazed with massive thunder-qi!

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“Such a powerful thunder technique? Detected?” The demonic cultivator, who had been searching the outer walls for Feng Xue, shuddered at the surge of thunder-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 thunder arts. A palm-thunder would’ve been bearable—but this? Was this the legendary [Supreme Shenxiao Jade Pivot Five-Thunder Annihilation Technique] (Note ①)?

Realizing this, the demonic cultivator didn’t dare stay. Enduring a palm-thunder was bad enough—enduring this level of technique was suicide!

“Modern young cultivators have no manners! Shouldn’t you at least scout first? Who just unleashes their ultimate technique before even seeing their target?!”

The demonic cultivator used a teleportation technique to escape the thunder’s range. Meanwhile, Feng Xue finally drained his qi again. He ignored the leaking lightning, closed his eyes, refined yuan-qi, and focused hard on lewd thoughts…

Note ①: A Shenxiao Sect scripture. Yes, that’s really its name—it records the sect’s thunder rituals and talisman formulas.

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