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

Inside the cave, a protective aura flowed, isolating the inside from the outside.

Mo Chengyue slowly finished his practice and exhaled a long breath.

After several days of arduous practice without sleep, he had thoroughly mastered the first level of the "Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Technique".

He had also mastered the Heavenly Dragon Steps quite well, able to move nimbly and unpredictably within a small space.

But here's the problem.

Talking about war on paper is ultimately just building castles in the air.

Without real lightning to power the techniques, this skill is just a facade.

If he really has to undergo a tribulation someday, he can't expect God to give him a few "trial version" lightning strikes first so he can get used to it.

He needs real-world experience.

"Looks like I need to find an unlucky guy... no, I mean, a suitable opponent to practice against."

Mo Chengyue stroked his chin, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

The best choice is naturally a lightning-attribute monster.

Not only can you practice your skills by killing it, but you can also skin it and dismember it to exchange for spirit stones—killing two birds with one stone.

Having made up his mind, Mo Chengyue removed the restrictions on his cave dwelling and flew straight to the sect's mission hall on his sword.

The Mission Hall is always bustling with activity, with inner disciples coming and going, either handing over missions or seeking new opportunities.

Mo Chengyue skillfully squeezed into the crowd, his gaze sweeping across the huge mission screen.

However, before he could find a suitable task, the chatter of a group of disciples nearby caught his attention.

"Have you heard? Senior Brother Lei Qianjue from Beast Taming Peak has set up a challenge at Thunder Platform again today!"

"Hey, what's so special about that? When does Senior Brother Lei not hold a challenge? He's a battle maniac!"

"This time is different! It's said that he made a breakthrough a few days ago, and the power of his lightning magic has increased by 30%!"

"Just now, Senior Brother Wang from Tianquan Peak went up to challenge, but he couldn't even last ten moves before he was blasted down by a 'Lightning Serpent Technique,' and his hair was all electrified!"

"Hiss... Senior Brother Wang is at the peak of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage! He couldn't even withstand ten moves?"

"That's right! After all, Senior Brother Lei is a born lightning spirit body; among those of the same level, his lightning techniques are almost invincible!"

"However, the prize he offered is quite tempting. If you can withstand thirty moves from him, you can get fifty low-grade spirit stones!"

A gasp of surprise and regret rippled through the crowd.

Fifty spirit stones is a considerable sum for an ordinary inner disciple.

But Lei Qianjue's reputation was even greater, and no one dared to gamble with their own face and safety.

However, when these words reached Mo Chengyue's ears, his eyes lit up instantly.

Lei Qianjue?

Late stage of Foundation Establishment, born with a lightning spirit body, a battle maniac who likes to use lightning magic to crush novices?

This... this is practically a perfect sparring partner tailor-made for me! It's also a built-in power bank!

Screw monsters!

Fighting demonic beasts requires leaving the sect, enduring wind and rain, and if you encounter someone who lacks martial ethics, you might get killed and have nowhere to seek justice.

However, within the sect, there are rules to follow, so at most one will suffer some physical pain, but one's life will not be in danger.

Moreover, the opponent is a mobile lightning emitter!

Mo Chengyue's heart instantly burned with excitement, and he immediately abandoned the idea of ​​accepting the mission.

However, he did not rush to Leimingtai immediately.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. This was Mo Chengyue's motto.

For the rest of the day, he used the "intelligence network" he had built among the Scripture Pavilion and inner disciples—he simply invited a few familiar junior brothers over tea and had a chat.

Soon, a detailed profile of Lei Qianjue took shape in his mind.

Lei Qianjue, an inner disciple of Beast Taming Peak, is in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

[Physique: Born with a lightning spirit body, possessing an extremely high affinity for the power of lightning.]

[Technique: Thunderclap Technique, known for its fierce and domineering nature.]

[Common moves: Thunder Serpent Technique, Thunderous Descent, Purple Lightning Cage.]

[Personality: Extremely arrogant and conceited, enjoys the feeling of being the center of attention, especially looks down on opponents with lower cultivation levels. Once provoked, attacks become even more ferocious, but their patterns are easily disrupted.]

"It's powerful but lacks variety..."

A barely perceptible smile curved the corners of Mo Chengyue's lips.

The perfect target!

Plans are in place!

He returned to his cave and, from the corner of his storage bag, pulled out the bronze mask he had used during the trials at Wanqi Mountain.

The mask was cold and rough, just enough to cover most of the face, leaving only the eyes and chin exposed.

He changed into the most inconspicuous gray disciple robe, adjusted his aura, and stabilized his cultivation fluctuations at the mid-Foundation Establishment level.

Finally, he practiced a completely new walking posture in front of the water mirror—slightly hunched over, with a somewhat evasive look in his eyes, like a naive young man who had never seen the world and was blinded by greed.

Everything is ready.

Mo Chengyue then quietly left the cave and headed towards Thunder Platform, one of the sect's martial arts arenas.

The Thunder Platform is constructed entirely of a special material called "Obsidian," which can absorb the dissipated power of lightning.

At this moment, the area around the arena was packed with people, with disciples crowding around in layers to watch the spectacle.

As soon as Mo Chengyue squeezed to the front row, he heard a loud "boom".

A figure, emitting black smoke, flew off the stage like a tattered sack, crashing heavily to the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing uncontrollably.

In the center of the arena, a young man dressed in purple, with his hair standing on end, stood with his hands behind his back, his face full of contemptuous laughter.

"Another piece of trash! You can't even withstand five of my moves, yet you dare to dream of thirty? Get lost!"

It was Lei Qianjue.

Below the stage, laughter, sighs, and chatter mingled together.

In the brief silence, a figure dressed in a gray disciple's robe and wearing a bronze mask silently walked out from the crowd and stepped onto the arena.

It was Mo Chengyue in disguise.

His appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Huh? Who is this person? Why are they wearing a mask?"

"Judging from his aura... he seems to be only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, right? Has he gone mad?"

"Probably some newcomer who doesn't know how terrifying Senior Brother Lei is, and got blinded by fifty spirit stones!"

"I bet he won't last three moves!"

A burst of undisguised laughter and disdain immediately erupted from the audience.

Lei Qianjue also noticed Mo Chengyue. He looked him up and down with disdain, as if he were looking at a rabbit that had foolishly wandered into the tiger's mouth.

"Ha, another money-bringing boy?"

He arrogantly raised his chin, his voice booming.

"State your name! I, Lei Qianjue, do not punish nameless ghosts!"

Mo Chengyue bowed slightly, his head lowered, and replied in a deliberately suppressed hoarse voice:

"A nobody, not worth mentioning."

"Hmph, playing tricks!" A hint of displeasure flashed in Lei Qianjue's eyes, clearly dissatisfied with the answer.

He lost his patience and waved his hand impatiently.

"Since you don't dare to give your name, then get out of here!"

Before he finished speaking, a flash of electricity appeared at his fingertips, and a thick, azure blue electric snake appeared out of thin air.

With a piercing "sizzle" sound, it roared toward Mo Chengyue's face at an astonishing speed!

The crowd below gasped in surprise, and many female disciples even instinctively closed their eyes.

It was as if I could already foresee the bloody, mangled scene beneath that bronze mask.

Everyone thought that this arrogant guy would be knocked off the stage by this blow.

However, just as the raging electric snake was about to touch the mask...

Mo Chengyue made a move.

He didn't block, didn't retreat, and didn't make any unnecessary movements.

His body seemed weightless, and he took a mysterious and strange step, his figure sliding to the left like a ghost.

Sizzle—!

The violent electric snake flew past his nose, slamming heavily into the edge of the arena's barrier, exploding into a dazzling burst of sparks.

Mo Chengyue had already appeared three steps away, still in that slightly bowed posture, as if he had never moved.

A hair's breadth can mean the difference between life and death!

This scene was incredibly fast and incredibly bizarre!

The gasps of surprise from below the ring abruptly ceased, turning into a deathly silence.

Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and the mockery and disdain on their faces froze.

One second, two seconds...

"Holy crap! He... he dodged it?!"

Suddenly, someone let out a scream that sounded like a ghost, instantly igniting the entire venue!