If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Mo Chengyue entered his cave dwelling.

With a wave of his arm, runes lit up, the stone door at the cave entrance slammed down, and invisible ripples of a restriction rose from the ground.

The fluctuations of spiritual energy outside were instantly shut out. He then took out several specially made soundproofing talismans and pasted them around the cave.

Double insurance. Ensuring no one can disturb you, and also ensuring no one can eavesdrop.

This is one of Mo Chengyue's principles of "survival": core secrets must never be leaked.

He carefully took the old-fashioned book out of his storage bag.

The True Technique of Controlling Thunder in the Nine Heavens.

It felt heavy in my hand, the pages were yellowed, and it exuded the scent of aged ink.

He gently turned to the first page.

Ancient seal script and exquisite paintings immediately come into view.

"General principle: Thunder is the purest and most unyielding power of heaven and earth. It can cleave away all evil spirits and can also temper the body and refine the soul."

"However, heavenly lightning is not something ordinary people can control. If a cultivator tries to control lightning without the proper methods, at best their cultivation will be interrupted, and at worst, they will die and their cultivation will be destroyed!"

Therefore, the method of controlling lightning is of utmost importance!

Mo Chengyue's heart pounded twice.

The opening is so intense and menacing, immediately setting the difficulty level to the maximum.

He continued reading.

"Thunder Technique, First Level: Controlling Thunder Outside the Body and Between the Palms"

"This method does not involve actively attracting lightning, but rather passively receiving it, using the opponent's force against them, and turning their own methods against them."

"When lightning strikes, use your true essence as a guide to communicate with the thunderous intent of heaven and earth, and transform all the lightning into lightning outside your body."

"Then, using the Heavenly Dragon Steps, his body moved like a dragon, dodging with exquisite skill and redirecting the lightning."

"Finally, he channeled his inner energy, gathered the lightning power surrounding him into his palm, and launched a counterattack, making use of it."

Mo Chengyue raised an eyebrow slightly.

Just as he had expected, this technique did not actively generate lightning, but rather "received, neutralized, and released" it.

Specifically designed to deal with those who use lightning?

This is practically tailor-made for him!

His eyes burned with fervor as he turned a few more pages.

The following section contains a detailed diagram of the movement route, as well as various complex footwork techniques and formulas.

"The Heavenly Dragon Step: It begins in the feet, sinks to the knees, turns at the waist, and reaches the body. Like floating clouds, like a startled swan, like a swimming dragon, like a startled snake..."

Just looking at these densely packed descriptions made Mo Chengyue's head buzz.

He sat cross-legged and placed the books on his lap.

Close your eyes, and the Tai Chi vortex in your dantian will slowly rotate.

A wisp of true essence carefully circulated along the meridian pathways indicated by the cultivation method.

At first, the flow of true essence in the meridians felt somewhat sluggish, as if a silted-up riverbed.

But Mo Chengyue was not discouraged.

He knew that any ancient method needed to be gradually refined and adapted.

His consciousness was immersed in the cultivation technique, simulating the trajectory of the meridians again and again.

I don't know how much time passed, but the true energy in my body finally became smooth.

Then, he tried to get up and began practicing the Heavenly Dragon Step.

The cave was not very spacious, so he could only move around in a small area.

Step out with your left foot, follow with your right, and your body moves as lightly as a willow catkin.

It felt as if I was walking on an invisible wind, and my body moved with each step, sometimes lunging forward, sometimes sliding to the side, and sometimes spinning.

Every movement strives for precision, and every posture seeks agility.

Mo Chengyue's forehead was covered in sweat, but he was enjoying himself.

He could feel that as his footwork unfolded, the true energy within his body was also drawn in, forming invisible vortexes within his body.

Those vortexes seemed ready to capture and control some kind of violent power at any moment.

He was like a tamer learning how to control a wild beast; although the beast had not yet appeared, he had already begun to familiarize himself with the use of the reins.

Every move carries a certain ancient and mysterious rhythm.

The Heavenly Dragon Steps are not just a footwork technique, but also a mental cultivation method.

It emphasizes the harmony between body and mind, and the coordination of intention and energy.

Mo Chengyue forgot about time and his exhaustion.

All he knew was that when he was completely immersed in this thunder magic, his spirit became more excited than ever before.

He meticulously studied every detail of the first level of the Thunder Technique, practicing each step to perfection.

Sweat soaked his clothes, but his eyes burned with a burning thirst for knowledge.

Night falls, and dawn breaks.

As the first light of dawn appeared in the east, Mo Chengyue finished his work and stood up.

He was panting heavily, but there was no sign of fatigue on his face.

On the contrary, their eyes are bright and they are full of energy.

The Tai Chi vortex within his dantian seemed to have become even more solid.

He vaguely grasped the essence of thunder magic.

Although he hadn't encountered real lightning yet, he had a premonition that as soon as lightning appeared, he would be able to draw it into his palm and use it for his own purposes, according to his cultivation technique.

This feeling gave him unprecedented confidence.

"That show-off Xie Buci didn't screw me over this time."

Mo Chengyue muttered to himself.

After washing up and changing into clean sect robes, he pushed open the stone door of the cave and flew towards the Scripture Pavilion.

He was in a good mood throughout the journey.

Returning to the library, the familiar scent of books and spiritual energy greeted me.

Mo Chengyue skillfully swiped his card on the duty board and began his "slacking off" reading career.

His goal this time was very clear: all records about lightning tribulations.

In the ancient book section of the library, he found a fragmentary copy of a book called "Records of Lost Writings from the Three Thousand Daoist Canons".

Upon opening it, there were indeed scattered records about lightning tribulations.

The supreme classic text says: "The Great Way has no favorites, but always favors the virtuous."

"A senior's experience in undergoing tribulation: The name of tribulation evokes fear in those who hear it. However, the Great Dao uses tribulation to test things, truly to examine whether they conform to the origin of the Great Dao."

"Virtuous people often overcome tribulations smoothly. This is the favor of Heaven. Using virtue to overcome tribulations is the best strategy."

Mo Chengyue's eyelids twitched when he saw this.

"A virtuous and kind person?"

He muttered those four words to himself.

The way he said that made him feel like he and the name "Deok-sun" were worlds apart, completely unrelated.

"He believes in the dark forest theory, acts entirely out of self-interest, and frequently causes trouble for others by playing pranks. Is that what you call virtue and kindness?"

Mo Chengyue was somewhat confused.

Does divine lightning reveal a person's character?

He continued reading.

There was another small note following it.

"However, true virtue and goodness are not something that can be done intentionally, nor is it something done to seek fame or reputation."

"Only by giving alms with a selfless heart can one align with the fundamental principles of the Tao."

"If one harbors even a trace of self-interest, then one's virtue will be impure, one's goodness will be incomplete, and one will incur the wrath of Heaven."

Upon seeing this, Mo Chengyue's expression changed from confusion to confusion.

"Giving alms with a selfless heart..."

This sounds even more mysterious than "Deok-sun".

He scratched his head, feeling that this thing was like Schrödinger's cat in the world of cultivation.

If you want virtue and kindness, then it won't be virtue and kindness.

You don't want to be Deok-sun, but you're also afraid of being struck by lightning.

It's a vicious cycle.

He shook his head, temporarily putting these mysterious and esoteric ideas out of his mind.

His gaze shifted to another record.

"Cultivators at the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage can suppress their cultivation to the Great Perfection stage if they do not need to undergo the tribulation immediately, thereby delaying their tribulation."

"However, this is only a temporary measure, not a good strategy."

"Heaven abhors perfection. Although one is in an excellent state when one has cultivated to the Great Perfection, the difficulty of the tribulation also increases considerably."

Ultimately, thorough preparation is still necessary for the best results.

As Mo Chengyue looked at these words, his eyes would sometimes light up, and at other times he would sigh.

Brightness was due to his finding a strategy to deal with the tribulation, and the postponement of the tribulation gave him a lot of preparation time.

The sigh stemmed from the unknown and perilous nature of the tribulation lightning, which even made this "King of Survival" feel a subtle pressure.

He closed the book and rubbed his slightly sore eyes.

These days, he spends his days reading ancient books in the library and his nights practicing thunder magic in his cave.

This fulfilling yet hectic life made him forget the joy of slacking off.

As he was deep in thought, he suddenly felt a gaze fall upon him.

He looked up and saw his junior sister, Lin Wanqing.

Lin Wanqing wore a light green gauze dress today, looking fresh and lovely.

She was carrying several ancient books and was about to walk past the bookshelf.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over Mo Chengyue.

She saw Mo Chengyue's expression shift from frowning in deep thought to flashing brilliance in his eyes, and then to sighing helplessly.

His fingers gently caressed the pages, his eyes focused.

He exuded a serious aura that I had never seen before.

Lin Wanqing's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Normally, Senior Brother Mo would sit there lazily, brewing tea, looking very leisurely.

Like an old cat basking in the sun.

But now, seeing Senior Brother Mo's serious and focused expression, she actually felt...

He's kind of handsome.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her heart beat a little faster.

Lin Wanqing felt that Senior Brother Mo was probably searching for a way to deal with some kind of complex difficulty, and he was concentrating on it.

She shouldn't bother him.

She gave a soft "hmm" and hugged the books in her arms even tighter.

Then, she left the ancient books section quietly.

Mo Chengyue did not notice anything unusual about Lin Wanqing.

He simply felt that he had gained a lot from reading in the Scripture Pavilion and cultivating the first level of thunder magic in his cave these past few days.

He at least knew that the Golden Core Tribulation was not insurmountable.

Moreover, he still has time.