These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Suddenly, lightning and thunder clashed even more violently.

A bad feeling spread through his heart.

Then he witnessed an incredible scene: a bolt of purple lightning suddenly roared from the dark clouds in the sky.

It spread along the clouds, forming a twisted and strange path.

Then it seemed as if they had discovered something.

It swiftly slashed downwards, aimed... at the tip of the boy's sword!

He seemed to understand something.

For the first time in my life, I felt a surge of fear, even terror.

"Stop! What are you doing! Are you crazy?!"

Wei Tu raised his head, enjoying the moment.

"This sword strike is called... Summoning Heavenly Thunder."

79 It seems like an old friend has come.

This sword strike was neither a stroke of genius nor something obtained from a dream. Nor did it come from any immortal or primordial ancestor.

Wei Tu felt that his good fortune hadn't reached that level.

On the contrary, the lessons learned from this sword strike are not a beautiful story.

At the age of twenty-three, I traveled through the Immortal Continent, vowing to visit all five Immortal Continents and gain insights.

His biggest takeaway was probably from that time when he was a Taoist priest who was entangled by a giant python.

I was drinking with him the day before.

His face was full of smiles, brimming with longing for the beauty of the world.

He would always say with a smile, "If I had the chance to do it all over again, I would definitely not choose the path of cultivation. Humans may seem like ants, their existence is but a fleeting moment, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. People should always enjoy their brief time to truly appreciate the beauty of existence."

When he's drunk, he'll sing wildly in the tavern.

Despite being quite young, he grew a beard, and when drunk, he would constantly stroke his not-so-long beard, trying to appear mature.

He claims every day that his path is one of carefree wandering, caring nothing for the lives of others, nor for cultivating immortality or embarking on the path to eternal life.

He would earnestly tell himself, "Xiao Wei, you are still young, so you don't know the hardships of life. Soon you will find that it is meaningless to step over one level after another and climb one step after another. The goals are endless. Once you have one, you want two. In the end, you will find that you can't get down. You can't even stop. So it's so good to be like me. I have no goals, I drink and have fun, I have no morality, and I do whatever I want."

Wei Tu felt that the most unethical thing this Taoist priest had ever done was that every time it was time to pay the bill after drinking, the Taoist priest would just slump onto the table, looking like he was drunk.

After Wei Tu reluctantly paid the bill, he would get up and pretend to be completely drunk, saying, "You're really kind of you to pay this time... Next time... it's my treat!"

However, Wei Tu never received an invitation from this Taoist priest.

Later, on Zhongding Mountain, this Taoist priest attacked a child who was gathering herbs without saying a word.

The giant python, which had cultivated for nearly a thousand years, was so powerful that the two were helpless against it. The Taoist priest, who was entangled and on the verge of death, told himself...

"I can only use my most powerful sword once in my life. Once I use it, there will be no next time. So, little Wei, you can only repay your debt of wine in the next life."

He drew his sword and pointed it to the sky, causing the wind and clouds to shift and thunder to roar.

Just like right now.

Within the clouds, convulsing and twisting lightning meandered, crashing through the clouds at incredible speeds.

Then it swept across the sky and shot down in the midst of the heavy rain!

"boom!"

Purple lightning coiled around Wei Tu's sword tip, and then directly permeated the boy's entire body.

The sensation at that moment almost shook one's very soul.

Wei Tu had anticipated such a painful reaction. Lightning is the way of heaven; how can mortals withstand it?

But Wei Tu insisted on resisting.

His body, transformed by the essence of the evil dragon that had almost merged with his own, had reached a remarkably robust level.

At that moment, the lightning passed through his entire body, bringing a scalding, almost burning sensation. It instantly flowed through all his meridians, bringing a trembling, stinging pain to every inch of his body.

But Wei Tu just squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth, and didn't even groan in pain.

The longsword, held high, was wreathed in shimmering purple lightning at this moment.

Wei Tu mobilized almost all of his internal energy in his meridians, unleashing the full power of his Dragon Slayer Realm and the essence of the Evil Dragon's blood.

"Summon Heavenly Thunder!"

You stinking Taoist priest, I have no wine to offer you this time, only this sword!

"boom!!"

The lightning, like a purple python, shot towards the undead beast that emerged from the Gate of Life and Death.

At that moment, the roar of thunder and lightning was overwhelming.

It was neither a torrent nor the disturbance of an earth dragon.

Instead, it was a sword borrowed from the heavens with a physical body and a mortal form!

"Roar!!"

The eyeless undead beast let out a painful howl the moment it was bound by lightning.

In a very short time, Wei Tu saw the purple lightning quickly wrap around the entire Dead Beast, binding it like a giant chain, and then in the next instant.

"Crack..."

There was a sound of something breaking.

Amidst the torrential rain, the priest's face contorted in fear.

He shouted in a panic.

"No...! This is..."

"boom!"

The Gate of Life and Death was torn apart by the purple lightning and shattered into pieces, leaving only dark specks in the heavy rain. As for the Beast of Life and Death, it had already returned to where it came from.

A burst of electricity exploded between the two men and then disappeared.

The rain intensified.

The priest watched the boy walk towards him step by step, and he gritted his teeth.

"I kill you!"

At this point, there was no longer any sense of ease or composure. The opponent's ideas were indeed ingenious, even brilliant, daring to summon heavenly lightning—a courage few possess. However, the effort expended must have been immense, and he himself... was not necessarily at a disadvantage.

The priest thought so.

The curved blade slashed down.

Wei Tu's swordsmanship remained flawless, without any weaknesses.

With a parry, he turned and thrust his sword forward, the initiative inexplicably shifting into his hands. The priest staggered back, only to have the boy tear the flesh from his arm.

"hateful……!"

"Ding!"

Their swords clashed, and Wei Tu turned around.

The opponent seized the opportunity to slash a fatal wound on the boy's neck.

But the opponent's movements were like flowing snow drifting downstream, or fish swimming in shallow water.

A sword strike that seemed to come from nowhere.

"what!"

The priest's scimitar flew into the sky, cleanly severing his wrist.

Wei Tu turned around and walked over, squinting at him.

He was running out of breath, and he didn't bother with any fancy moves.

One sword.

"Do not……!"

The leg that was about to turn and run away pierced through the knee.

He knelt on the ground.

Wei Tu walked up to him, his hair and face soaked by the heavy rain.

But it couldn't extinguish the fire in his eyes.

The boy lifted one leg and stepped on his shoulder, looking at him coldly.

“Uncle Liang is a good man, you shouldn’t have killed him.”

The priest stretched out his head, as if offering his neck for execution.

"Each serves their own master; you would kill too if you were in their shoes!"

Wei Tu stuck the tip of his sword into the priest's mouth.

"I might not be the kind of person who would risk my life for the greater good, but I especially dislike it when people who shouldn't die die while those who should die are still alive, or even living well, like you."

"Waaah...!"

The priest tried to say something, but couldn't utter a word because the boy's sword was pressing down on his tongue, making him want to vomit.

Wei Tu took a deep breath, and his breath returned to normal.

What he relied on even more than his cultivation level was his inner energy, which was his greatest weapon, because this powerful energy was more than five times higher than what should be expected at this level.

He always believed that strength was the key to creating miracles.

He glanced at the priest one last time, then took a head out of his storage bag.