Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 270 Summoning Thunder and Commanding Generals, the Essence of the Cardinal

One was covered in painful human faces, constantly wailing and radiating an aura of despair; the other was like countless severed limbs stitched together, crawling and writhing, carrying a strong sense of bloodlust and murderous desire.

The last one was a shadow that kept changing shape, radiating waves of jealousy and resentment.

These three "cursed spirits," manifested from negative emotions and curse energy, opened their mouths wide and let out silent roars, lunging at Yang Qingluan from three different directions with malice.

Yang Qingluan's expression was solemn, but she remained calm in the face of danger. She formed a thunder seal with her hands, and the Howling Wind and Thunder Book technique within her body circulated rapidly.

The so-called "Book of Howling Wind and Thunder" is actually titled "The Secret Canon of Howling Wind and Thunder from the Jade Pivot of the Divine Firmament".

Only fragments remain, consisting of nine chapters, three of which are missing and six remain. The opening title page states that it was bestowed by the Jade Pivot Envoy of the Nine Heavens Thunder Palace, the True Man Wang Wenqing.

The beginning of the volume is a general treatise on the Xuan Shu:

Those who command wind and thunder take the primordial Qi as their body and utilize the three luminaries and five elements. The human body is a microcosm of the universe; breathing is wind and clouds, exhalation and inhalation are thunder and lightning.

Long ago, I met Master Wang, the Fire Master, in the heart of the Yangtze River. He bestowed upon me the "Jade Chapter of the Crimson Phoenix Soaring to the Sky," from which I learned that thunder was not a false summons, but rather resided in the Mysterious Pass; and wind was not sought externally, but naturally arose in the Crimson Palace.

This method uses the liver spirit as the Azure Dragon to summon clouds, the lung spirit as the White Tiger to condense frost, the heart palace as a point of true yang to transform into the Vermilion Bird to control fire, the kidney as a half-scoop of mysterious water to manifest the Black Tortoise to control rain, and the spleen earth in the center to harmonize the four symbols. This is the foundation of the Five Thunders.

The first volume, "Wind and Thunder Internal Refinement Chapter," is the foundation-building method for Thunder City: Every day at midnight, face the southeast direction and visualize a twelve-story building transforming into a jade staircase, ascending directly to the Niwan Palace to see the majestic Thunder City.

The city has nine gates, each guarded by thirty-six thunder officials. In the central Purple Palace, the true form of the Thunder Ancestor is revealed. By writing the character "霐" nine times with the tongue, one draws the true liquid of the Heavenly Pool to cleanse the entire body, feeling as if lightning flashes from every pore.

It also has the effect of Xunfeng Guizang. At Yin time, facing the eastern blue sky, make the Chenwen Wu hand seal with both hands, and absorb the Qi of the seven constellations of the Azure Dragon into the gallbladder and internal organs.

Reciting the four subtle sounds "飍飍坙飂", one gradually feels a breeze rising from both sides of the body, and the feet lifting three inches off the ground. After cultivating for forty-nine days, one can control the wind and qi of heaven and earth.

Having mastered the secret of the interaction of water and fire, at noon, take the Red Emperor Talisman of the South and affix it to the Crimson Palace; at 5 PM, use the Northern Emperor Talisman to suppress the Dark Abyss. When the midnight and noon hours clash, visualize the Qi of the heart and kidneys transforming into a red crow and a black dragon, fighting in the Yellow Court.

Suddenly, golden liquid and jade nectar gushed forth from the Jade Pool, accompanied by the faint sound of breathing exercises, like muffled thunder…

There is also the secret of the Jade Pivot Whistling Technique, which involves striking the Heavenly Drum with the teeth thirty-six times, drawing the true Qi from the Earth Gate through the coccyx, passing through the spine and rushing to the Jade Pillow, and then emitting a sound from the Xuan Ying (mysterious chest).

It contains numerous secret techniques and key points, and although it is only a fragment, it can be considered a classic of Taoist thunder scriptures.

The methods used are actually similar to those of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain, as they are related to the Five Elements and the Five Internal Organs, but also require visualization and spirit preservation.

It's understandable, though, since the Shenxiao Sect is now considered part of the Zhengyi Sect. Although their cultivation methods are different, they ultimately lead to the same goal.

Yang Qingluan's expression turned solemn, and she gave a sharp shout:
"Five Thunder Generals, Fire Chariot General, soaring through the sky and crashing to the ground, driving thunder and rushing clouds, with thousands of troops in their ranks, commanding divine soldiers, raise the flag and summon them urgently, without delay, so be it!"

This incantation is used to summon divine soldiers to subdue demons and vanquish evil, and to clarify the duties of the Thunder Gods. It is intended to summon them by raising the flag and to order them to descend immediately without delay.

Immediately, Yang Qingluan's innate Qi surged forth, and pale purple arcs of electricity suddenly lit up, crackling loudly.

The leaping lightning was not scattered and disorderly, but rapidly gathered and condensed in front of her, transforming into a lightning flag about seven feet long with an ancient design!
The flagpole stood straight as a spear, topped with a gleaming triangular spearhead, the tassel of which was formed from leaping purple electric snakes.

The flag is not made of cloth, but is woven from pure and solid lightning, with seal script characters such as "Imperial Edict" and "Ministry of Thunder" faintly visible on it, flickering as the lightning flows.

The flag moves without wind, fluttering in the wind and exuding awe-inspiring divine power and righteous energy to ward off evil. It is the proof of the Shenxiao lineage's ability to summon generals and perform rituals—the Shenxiao Summoning Thunder General Flag!

With a flick of her wrist, Yang Qingluan firmly grasped the flagpole, then spun around, waving the thunder flag around her. Lightning flashed and the flag fluttered, adding to her air of heroic female warrior on the battlefield.

The girl's eyebrows were sharp, her Taoist robe billowed in the lightning, and the ribbon binding her hair snapped in response, her black hair flying freely with a thunderous aura.

"Thunder God General, heed my command, manifest yourself and vanquish evil!"

As she issued her clear and melodious command, the Thunder Summoning Banner shone brightly, and streaks of thunderous talismans transformed into dazzling light.

Wherever the flag pointed, thunderous energy gathered wildly in the void, and the phantom of a divine general, clad in bright silver armor, with a majestic face and wielding an eight-sided thunder hammer, quickly solidified.

Its dragon head was held high, its golden eyes were bright, it wore a crown of heavenly soldiers, its wings spread out, concealing the energy of wind and thunder, its feet were on a wheel of flames, its body was wrapped in fine electric snakes, and its eyes seemed to shoot out lightning when they opened and closed.

It is the Silver-Toothed Thunder General, a guardian deity of the Thunder Department recorded in Taoist scriptures!
"Edict!"

Yang Qingluan moved the tip of the flag forward slightly.

The Silver Fang Thunder General let out a deep, thunderous roar, and his eight-sided thunder hammers clashed violently together.

“Boom!”

Blinding lightning burst forth from the point of impact, transforming into several blazing electric snakes that struck the three attacking cursed spirits.

The lightning collided with the curse energy, producing a hissing, burning sound. The cursed spirit covered in human faces let out a mournful wail, and its form dimmed noticeably.

Silver Fang Thunder General took a step, causing the ground to tremble slightly. His figure moved like lightning, directly plunging into the cursed spirits. As he swung his thunder hammer, lightning burst forth like rain, clashing fiercely with the claws that stitched together the cursed spirits and the invisible impact of the shadow cursed spirits.

In an instant, thunder roared, magical power surged, and light flashed wildly within the mountain valley, indicating an exceptionally fierce battle.

The three-headed cursed spirits were strange and unpredictable. The pained human face could emit a wailing wave that shook the mind, the stitched monster had immense strength and was fearless of death, and the shadow cursed spirit could split and sneak up to ambush.

The Thunder General's wings spread wide like a screen. Although it was tall, it was not clumsy. On the contrary, it was as fast as lightning. Wherever its hammer passed, it brought up lightning. Each collision caused a ring of electricity to explode.

After a fierce battle, Silver Fang Thunder seized an opportunity and shattered the shadow curse spirit with a single blow. He then turned around and swept the stitched curse spirit to pieces. Finally, he unleashed a thick bolt of lightning, which cleaved the wailing human-face curse spirit into wisps of smoke.

However, after using such a powerful method to summon generals and sustaining the fierce battle, Yang Qingluan's forehead was covered in fine sweat, and her breathing became slightly rapid.

She planted the Thunder-Summoning Flag in the ground beside her with a "thud," the flagpole sinking three-tenths of an inch into the soil, yet the lightning still lingered.

Yang Qingluan's gaze was like lightning as she stared directly at the five battalion commanders at the edge of the barrier, and she demanded sharply, "Who exactly are you? Where did you get the audacity to run wild on our Shenxiao Sect's territory!"

Gojo's shark-like, jagged smile widened, revealing undisguised contempt and mockery.

"Tsk tsk, the Divine Firmament Sect? What a prestigious name. But little girl, you had a tough time defeating those three cursed spirits just now, didn't you?"

He tilted his head, his eyes filled with even more cruelty. "What if it were ten... a hundred?"

Before he finished speaking, and without any visible movement, the shadows around him seemed to come alive, and the viscous curse power surged like a boiling swamp.

One after another, more distorted and bizarre cursed spirits, exuding various extreme negative emotions, emerged from the depths of hell, continuously "separating" and "manifesting" from his body and the shadows beneath his feet.

Some, like giant multi-legged centipedes, have each limb pieced together from the remains of different creatures;

Some resembled swollen corpses, their abdomens split open, revealing countless pale arms.

Some were simply monsters haphazardly assembled from various animal heads, emitting incomprehensible roars...

They filled the space within the barrier, layer upon layer, completely surrounding Yang Qingluan and Nuoyuan. The overwhelming malice and curses were almost tangible, suffocating them. Upon seeing this, Yang Qingluan's pupils contracted sharply.

Although she was cultivating the sect's highest Thunder Scripture, she had only been cultivating for a short time and her true qi was not profound. Seeing how relaxed and carefree the other party was, she knew she couldn't fight him head-on.

Therefore, we need to make some noise to attract the people from the Shenxiao Sect.

Immediately, Yang Qingluan took a deep breath, cleared her mind of all distractions, formed a unique wind-based hand seal, and rapidly recited the secret incantation from the Howling Wind and Thunder Book:

"The Azure Spirit initiates its movement, the Azure Splendor spreads its blessings. The Wood Virtue holds the reins, the Flood Dragon guides the wheel. Hurry, hurry, as the Azure Sun Laws of the Nine Heavens command!"

The incantation to summon the east wind arises.

In an instant, the airflow within the barrier changed drastically. A powerful and unstoppable azure gale arose out of nowhere, like an invisible dragon roaring, stirring up the sand and stones on the ground, causing the cursed spirits to sway and their formation to become slightly disordered.

However, that's not enough!

Yang Qingluan changed her hand seals again, from wind to thunder, and poured out the remaining innate Qi within her body without reservation. Her delicate shout was like a thunderclap:
"The essence of Bing and Ding, the Fire God of the South. Three Qi form crystal, five Qi form thunder. Om Hum Tharish!"

Thunder Curse, rise again!

Rumble——!
The east wind amplifies the thunder's power, and the thunder borrows the wind's might.

Above the barrier, the phantom of thunderclouds suddenly gathered, and bolts of lightning, thicker and deeper purple in color than before, containing the true meaning of breaking demons, lashed down like wild dragons.

The blinding purple lightning instantly illuminated the entire eerie barrier, also reflecting Yang Qingluan's slightly pale face.

Her innate Qi was almost exhausted, and her body swayed slightly, supported only by the Thunder Summoning General Flag stuck in the ground.

However, the cruel smile on the face of the sorcerer Gojoubu remained unchanged, instead carrying a mocking, cat-and-mouse-like quality.

"Trying to make a scene and attract reinforcements?"

He chuckled, as if he had seen through Yang Qingluan's intentions. "I was originally planning to play along with you and see how far you could struggle. Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his finger, and the surging magical power within the barrier responded accordingly.

Among those dozens of newly born, even more terrifying cursed spirits, some of them fearlessly soared into the sky, like moths to a flame, actively facing the vast purple lightning that was slashing down!
"Swoosh—Boom!"

The lightning collided with the cursed spirits, unleashing a violent energy surge. Under the overwhelming power of the lightning, the cursed spirits crumbled and dissipated, turning into wisps of black smoke.

However, their sacrifice was not in vain; they managed to neutralize most of the lightning that filled the sky, preventing it from having an effective impact on the barrier itself.

At the same time, dozens of other cursed spirits let out all sorts of chilling howls, like a black tide, swooping down on the exhausted Yang Qingluan from all directions.

The intense aura of malice and curse nearly consumed her completely.

"It's over..."

As Yang Qingluan watched the ferocious cursed spirit rapidly enlarging in her field of vision, and felt the death aura that was almost solidified, she subconsciously closed her eyes.

At this critical moment——

"Meow—Aww!!!"

A roar, completely different from her usual lazy and coquettish tone, exploded like a thunderclap from the bamboo basket Yang Qingluan was carrying.

The roar wasn't particularly loud, but it carried an indescribable aura of righteousness and authority.

Immediately afterwards, a bolt of lightning, far purer and more intense than the lightning summoned by Yang Qingluan, seemingly containing the very essence of the universe, suddenly erupted from the bamboo basket.

The lightning was not purple, but rather a noble gold. As the light flowed, it exuded a majestic heavenly power that could cleanse demonic energy and terrify all evil.

Golden lightning spread out instantly from the bamboo basket like ripples on water.

Wherever the light passed, the cursed spirits that rushed towards them were instantly melted and vaporized without even being able to utter a wail, leaving not even a trace of the curse's aura behind, turning completely to ashes.

A violent surge of energy swept outwards, scraping away a layer of the ground and turning the surrounding trees and rocks into dust.

Even the pitch-black [Curse of the Hundred Ghosts] barrier fluctuated violently under the impact of this golden lightning, its light flickering and shattering as if it might break at any moment.

The expected pain did not come. Instead, she felt a warm, majestic, and familiar force protecting her. Yang Qingluan's long eyelashes trembled, and with an incredulous expression, she slowly opened her eyes.

What came into her view was a mess on the ground, and a familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the open space in front of her.

Suddenly, the glutinous rice ball leaped out of the bamboo basket and landed lightly in front of her.

It still looked like that fat cat with its dark, snow-covered face, but now it was sitting upright on the ground, no longer the lazy cat it usually was.

Its originally emerald green cat eyes have now transformed into crimson golden eyes, no longer lazy or cunning, but shimmering with a dazzling light like thunder.

A faint, dense, golden cloud-like lightning flashed around him, emanating an aura of dominance over all things and control over the heavens.

It even leisurely raised one of its front paws, its pink tongue gently licking the snow-white fur around its paw, as if the earth-shattering blow from just moments ago was merely a casual brushing away of the dust.

"Sticky...glutinous rice balls?"

Yang Qingluan's red lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes wide open, almost unable to believe her eyes.

This fat cat, who does nothing but eat and sleep all day, occasionally steals offerings and gets chased all over the mountain by her, actually...

Upon hearing her call, Nuoyuan responded with a soft "humph," a sound that was distinctly feline and slightly haughty.

Then, it raised its head, its golden eyes, brimming with lightning, coldly casting a glance at the edge of the barrier, at the sorcerer who was also in a state of great shock.

Immediately afterwards, a clear, somewhat languid yet authoritative male voice resounded distinctly in the space, directly penetrating the depths of Gojoubu Ren and Yang Qingluan's minds:
"You Japanese sorcerers, who gave you the audacity to touch my Shenxiao Sect?"

It... no, it was him, that actually spoke!

The mockery and cruelty on Gojobu's face had vanished, replaced by extreme astonishment, which quickly transformed into a near-mad frenzy and greed.

His body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement. A terrifying light flashed in his eyes as he stared intently at Nuoyuan, muttering to himself:
"As expected... it really is true!"

"The ancient records left by our clan's envoys to the Central Plains during the Southern Song Dynasty are accurate. Lin Lingsu did indeed subdue a mythical beast that controlled the 'Central Thunder Spirit,' sealed it away, and kept it by her side. With its innate auspicious energy, it ensured the continued prosperity of the Shenxiao Sect..."

(End of this chapter)