I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 480 Take My Punch (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
As Jiang Yi's toes touched the first piece of driftwood, Yong Leihai suddenly roared.

A bolt of lightning as thick as an arm tore through the sky and struck Jiang Yi, who was on the driftwood, with pinpoint accuracy.

The challenge of "Riding the Waves" requires physical strength to overcome, making one fearless of being struck by lightning and able to move effortlessly on floating logs without being burdened by one's own heavy body.

These are all levels that must be reached in the early stages of Foundation Establishment. If you cannot achieve these, there is no way you can pass the Wave-Treading Trial.

In the past, besides playing the zither and using the sword, Jiang Yi would occasionally borrow techniques from Hong Li and Hua Gu, and his cultivation leaned towards sword cultivation and magic cultivation.

This time, she infiltrated the Leiji Sect on a whim, wanting to try her hand at body cultivation. Moreover, body cultivators in the Leiji Sect are quite strong, and she heard that their body cultivation traditions are also very complete. This would be a good opportunity for Zhenshan Duanjin to broaden his horizons and accumulate some experience in body cultivation combat.

boom!
As Jiang Yi was lost in thought, the lightning struck, and an earthy yellow halo rose around her. The arc of electricity struck the light barrier, only creating ripples, without harming her in the slightest.

Jiang Yi slowly leaped toward the second piece of driftwood. Even thicker and more powerful lightning bolts struck down from the sky. Jiang Yi was completely fearless, and the Xuanhuang Qi on her body automatically defended herself against the lightning.

The several cultivators on the dock were dumbfounded.

"I was almost blasted to pieces when I crossed the first three pieces of driftwood, and she didn't even get a scratch on the hem of her clothes?"

"The key is that she's tall and thin, and doesn't look like a physique cultivator at all!"

On the Yonglei Sea, as Jiang Yi stepped onto the seventh piece of driftwood, a sudden change occurred. Three thunder-patterned demon fish covered with bone spurs burst out of the waves and spewed thunder arrows at Jiang Yi's ankles.

The onlookers, both physical and magical cultivators, widened their eyes in surprise. They hadn't expected that there would be a demonic fish attacking from behind, and that those fish were all at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

They thought Jiang Yi would definitely make a mistake due to being caught off guard, but they saw Jiang Yi form his fingers into a claw, with golden light bursting from his fingertips, and casually wave his hand at the demon fish.

Borrowing the power of the Golden Claw!
Where the golden light passed, the demon fish split open in mid-air, revealing a silky smooth and sharp surface that left people speechless.

Seeing this, the cultivators watching from the shore realized that Jiang Yi was indeed a cultivator. Such sharp claw skills could not be mastered without thirty to fifty years of hard work.

The last three pieces of driftwood have become a hellish inferno!
The purple-gold lightning bolt, as thick as a bowl, twisted into a rope and struck wildly, the fifteenth piece of driftwood even exploding into dust upon being struck by lightning.

Jiang Yi strolled leisurely, lightly touching the broken wood with her toes to gain leverage, and used yellow energy to form a shield to withstand the thunderstorm. Her figure passed through the lightning net like a willow catkin.

"The eighteenth piece!"

The young cultivator on the shore gazed into the distance, his voice trembling with envy. Once Jiang Yi crossed this last piece, he would have successfully completed the challenge and could join the Thunderclap Sect, the number one sect in Zhenzhou, as an outer disciple.

Just then, the sea in front of Jiang Yi suddenly collapsed, and a bone crocodile, tens of meters long, soared into the sky, its huge mouth containing a white-incandescent lightning ball compressed to the extreme!

Roar--

The bone crocodile roared and spat, its blinding beams engulfing Jiang Yi's figure.

For a moment, everyone on the shore held their breath, only to see a golden hand emerge from the lightning, gently pressing the surface of the lightning ball as if plucking a flower.

break!
The lightning ball was actually crushed by Jiang Yi's bare hands, disintegrating into rain.

Jiang Yi's clothes fluttered as she used the bone crocodile's head for leverage, and steadily stepped onto the opposite bank.

She casually dusted off non-existent dust from her sleeves, while eighteen bolts of lightning continued to roar behind her.

Several body cultivators on the shore watched Jiang Yi's retreating figure as he walked towards the entrance of the Lei Ji Sect, their Adam's apples bobbing.

"Tearing lightning apart with bare hands? Are this female cultivator's hands made of black iron?"

"She even yawned after passing the test. Is this the attitude of a strong person?"

The waves carried the blood of the demonic fish, mixed with the acrid smell of lightning strikes, filling the dock with silence.

*
The Lei Ji Sect occupies the seven largest islands in the center of the Yong Lei Sea, surrounded by many smaller islands covered with black reefs. This place is not as heavily guarded as Jiang Yi had imagined. The entrance to the sect is quite spacious, like a small dock, and two Lei Ji Sect disciples dressed in dark purple tight-fitting clothes with silver trim are standing guard on a high platform to the side.

The two guard disciples were both body cultivators at the late stage of Qi Refining. They were tall and strong, holding long-handled axes. They were stunned when they saw Jiang Yi walking leisurely from the other side of the Thunder-Treading Stakes.

The guard with thick eyebrows and big eyes couldn't help but ask the one next to him, "Am I seeing things? She came from the Eighteen Wave-Treading Postures? Her figure doesn't look like that of a body cultivator at all."

Another guard frowned and chimed in, "Exactly. She can't even stand up straight, she's got no muscle on her body, and she doesn't have the physique and fierce aura that the Thunder Cultivator has developed. How did she manage to withstand all those lightning bolts and bone crocodiles?"

“Something’s definitely up to no good,” the thick-browed guard who spoke first immediately said. “Go and report to Uncle Zhao, who’s on duty today!”

The assigned guard responded and quickly made a hand seal to send the message.

The guard with thick eyebrows and big eyes quickly fell silent as Jiang Yi approached, and descended from the platform with a respectful smile.

"Congratulations on passing the test, senior. Please wait here for a moment. Our Uncle Zhao will come to personally guide you into the sect shortly."

Jiang Yi nodded, too lazy to say anything.

Before long, a bolt of lightning streaked from the depths of the sect and landed in front of the entrance.

It was a middle-aged man with a more robust build and a stern face. He wore clothes similar in style to the guards but with more exquisite details. The cuffs were embroidered with lightning patterns in silver thread. His cultivation level was mid-Foundation Establishment.

Zhao Kun's cold gaze was fixed on Jiang Yi. His divine sense was not strong, but the unique aura and pressure of a body cultivator enveloped her like a mountain.

"What is your name? Where are you from? You don't look like you have any martial arts skills. How did you manage to pass the Wave-Riding Pass?"

Jiang Yi seemed completely oblivious to the oppressive pressure, and slowly replied, "Yi Xianyu, a rogue cultivator from Tiangu City. They all saw me when I passed through. Is there a problem?"

This nonchalant attitude made Zhao Kun even more suspicious. As the body cultivator manager, he knew best how arduous it was to pass the Wave-Treading Trial in the early stages of Foundation Establishment.

The woman before him had an ordinary aura, and her every move showed no signs of training; she was even more relaxed than the weakest of the magic cultivators.

Zhao Kun said in a deep voice, "The Lei Ji Sect's trial is no child's play. To ensure that you have no cheating or hidden evil magic, you will take my punch. If you can withstand it with your own strength without having to dodge, I will approve your passing and take you into the sect for registration. Don't worry, I will only use 30% of my strength and will never let you get seriously injured."

Jiang Yi replied nonchalantly, "Sure, whatever."

She maintained her relaxed stance, completely unprepared for the impending attack.

Zhao Kun's eyes narrowed, and he stopped talking nonsense.

He lowered his waist and stood up straight, his right fist clenched tightly. A crackling, blinding purple lightning burst forth from his fist, and the surrounding air seemed to become heavier, carrying the oppressive feeling of thunder.

"Accept!"

Zhao Kun let out a low shout and his right fist shot out like a meteor. If this punch were to hit the protective qi or protective magic weapon of the early Foundation Establishment stage, it would surely shatter it.

Before the fist even arrived, a layer of extremely condensed, thick, earth-yellow light immediately appeared around Jiang Yi's body.

boom!
An extremely dull sound, like a thunderous bang as it struck a mountain, echoed across the dock.

Zhao Kun's iron fist, enveloped in purple lightning, slammed solidly into the layer of earthy yellow light.

The scenario he had envisioned—the light shield shattering and his opponent coughing up blood and flying backward—did not occur.

Instead, he felt as if his fist had struck a mountain, unshakeable.

The purple lightning on Zhao Kun's fist exploded wildly, like countless electric snakes tearing at the yellowish-brown halo, but it couldn't even stir up a ripple.

Zhao Kun's eyes changed drastically, and he was greatly shocked. This defensive power... was ridiculously strong!
(End of this chapter)