My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 47 Thunder Sound
"Si Lang, Si Lang, you're awake?!"

When Huang Tian opened his eyes and slowly sat up in bed, the little girl who was lying by the bed was startled, but then filled with joy. She tightly gripped his arm with her fair little hands, as if afraid that he would fly away at any moment.

Seeing the little girl's concerned expression, Huang Tian gently patted her hand to comfort her, and then instructed, "Heng'er, I'm fine, but I'm a little hungry. Have Aunt Qin bring me some rice porridge."

"Yes, yes, I'll go tell Mother right away!"

The little girl Heng'er was overjoyed. She quickly got up, lifted her skirt, and ran out lightly, like a butterfly fluttering in the air.

After he left, Huang Tian began to silently sense the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The spiritual energy is abundant, but it is extremely violent!
If the spiritual energy of Earth is like a docile little white rabbit, then the spiritual energy of this world is like a ferocious tiger roaring and charging through the mountains.

This body—no, it should be said that no normal human body could directly absorb such violent spiritual energy. No wonder, in the original owner's memories, the first step in this world's cultivation system was to temper the body, refining the skin, tendons, and bones, before drawing in spiritual energy…

Just then, Heng'er came in carrying a bowl of warm rice porridge, followed by Aunt Qin, who looked surprised. Aunt Qin couldn't keep her thoughts to herself, and immediately said, "Young Master, are you really alright? Could it be a final burst of energy before death..."

She let out two dry sobs, but seeing that Huang Tian ignored her completely and was focused on drinking the rice porridge Heng'er handed her, she gave an embarrassed smile and said, "I knew that the young master was a lucky man and would definitely get better! He would definitely get better!"

After slowly drinking the rice porridge, Huang Tian felt a warm current flowing through his body and slowly got out of bed.

'After transmigrating, all the ailments in this body disappeared, though I was still a bit weak. After drinking the rice porridge, my energy and spirit improved significantly. Furthermore, I can confirm that the original owner was not poisoned, but rather suffered from long-term emotional distress combined with a cold, which led to her becoming critically ill within a day or two…'

"Fourth Master, be careful, don't rush, I'll help you." Heng'er reached out to support him.

"It's alright, I'll walk slowly, I won't fall."

Huang Tian slowly walked from the bedside to the door and stood on the blue bricks of the courtyard. The spring sunshine was warm, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the courtyard was quiet and secluded, which was quite a pleasant experience.

However, although the scenery is beautiful, now is not the time to enjoy it. Although the original owner's serious illness was not caused by anyone, the most urgent task is to improve her strength and have a certain ability to protect herself.

'Although the spiritual energy in this world is too turbulent to absorb for the time being, and I can't cultivate immortal techniques yet, nor have I ever seen any martial arts techniques in this world, there are still ways to strengthen myself...'

He stood in the courtyard with his legs naturally apart, his back straight as a spear, and he made a very low "hum" sound.

A deep, muffled rumble of thunder suddenly came from within his chest, as if an invisible hammer of lightning was relentlessly forging his skin, tendons, and bones, the intense resonance tempering every part of his body...

This is a secret technique for body tempering with thunderous sound, which Huang Tian created by drawing on his insights accumulated over eight hundred years in the world at the end of the Han Dynasty, and imitating the true meaning of the shock and collapse of the Earthly Thunder.

buzz~

Intense pain and tingling sensations surged through him, as if every inch of his skin and bones were being torn apart and fused together. Cold sweat seeped from his pores, but his eyes grew ever brighter and more piercing!
"Heng'er, did you hear thunder?"

Aunt Qin and Heng'er were worried about Huang Tian being alone in the yard, fearing he might fall or get hurt. So they leaned against the door watching his strange movements. Aunt Qin heard faint rumbling thunder and was a little confused.

"It seems...it seems to be coming from Shiro's body..."

"Inside the body?"

Just as the two were wondering what was going on, a loud, mocking voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

"You bastard, I heard you were sick. Are you dead yet?!"

Bang!
The courtyard gate was kicked open, and a young man dressed in a light blue robe, with a jade pendant at his waist and a folding fan in his hand, barged in with a servant. It was Huang Jian, the original owner's third brother, now seventeen, the age when he was most rebellious and arrogant. However, when he saw Huang Tian standing unharmed in the courtyard, his arrogance froze. "You're not sick?! Those bastards dared to lie to me?"

Faced with Huang Jian's insults, Huang Tian was not angry at first. Instead, he looked at the other man with a strange expression, as if he were looking at an extremely rare thing.

There was nothing he could do. Although he knew that there were all sorts of people in the world, and that there were all kinds of scum and degenerates, he had never seen such an oddball as Huang Jian in all his years of life.

"I don't like the way you look at me!"

Huang Jian was very unhappy with Huang Tian's strange gaze. He felt like a monkey being dragged out to be played with in the street, and a strong sense of humiliation welled up in his heart.

He stepped forward, pulled up his sleeves, his face contorted with rage, ready to teach this bastard a lesson and make him remember the fear of being dominated by his fists and feet.

"Don't hit Silang, he's only just recovered from his illness. If you hurt him... you can hit me instead!"

Heng'er ran over from the door, her face filled with anxiety as she spread her arms to shield Huang Tian, ​​her petite body resembling a mother hen protecting her chicks.

"Third Young Master, please be magnanimous and don't hold it against Fourth Young Master." Aunt Qin quickly stepped forward, a practiced fawning smile on her face.

"A bastard paired with a slave, you're both worthless scum, get out of here!"

Huang Jian suddenly raised his foot, intending to kick Aunt Qin, but his body stiffened as his right leg was firmly gripped by a hand as strong as steel bars.

Looking up, I met Huang Tian's calm, deep eyes.

Hurry~
The next instant, Huang Jian felt a dizzying sensation as he tumbled several times in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground with a thud. Blood gushed from his forehead, and his hair was covered in dust.

His head was buzzing, and he instinctively wanted to look up and curse, but a black boot slammed down on his head, forcing it downwards.

"It's really... disgusting."

The boots rolled over Huang Jian's head, but Huang Tian felt little pleasure; he felt as if he were crushing a pile of excrement, which was truly disgusting.

silence.

What happened in the courtyard left Aunt Qin, Heng'er, and the servant who had come with Huang Jian speechless, as if they had witnessed something unbelievable.

How could the usually weak and easily bullied Fourth Young Master dare to fight back, and so easily beat Third Young Master down?

It should be noted that although the Third Young Master had become lax in his martial arts and failed to reach the rank, he had at least developed considerable strength, making it difficult for two or three ordinary people to get close to him.

But the absurd scene before our eyes has actually happened!

"You! Let go of the Third Young Master!"

Only when they heard Huang Jian's cry of pain did the servants wake up and shout loudly.

But when Huang Tian's gaze swept over him, his body trembled, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and he could no longer speak.

Feeling Huang Jian still struggling beneath his feet, Huang Tian stomped on the back of his head, and with just one stomp, the latter fainted and collapsed to the ground like a dead dog.

　Thank you to Zizha and the legendary passerby for the 100 Qidian coins donation.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)