Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 765 - 353: Hunting the Thunder Spirit

"Hmm??"

Miao Sijia was momentarily stunned, but once she realized what had happened, overwhelming joy at having survived washed over her.

She jerked her head up, only to see the phantom of a giant hand flash and disappear amidst the sea of thunder.

"Which senior has come to our aid? Miao Sijia, on behalf of the Purple Mountain Association, sincerely thanks you for saving my life!"

"This grace and kindness will never be forgotten!"

Miao Sijia bore her injuries with difficulty, bowing deeply toward the core of the raging thunderstorm, her voice trembling with emotion.

She knew that such a master might not care about her gratitude, but protocol had to be observed, and her intentions must be shown.

Xu Ping, hidden in the shadows, shook his head slightly; saving people was merely a small act for him, but his mind was entirely focused on the Thunder Spirit.

He was just about to turn around to continue searching deeper into the storm.

Swish——!

Right at that moment, an abrupt change arose,

at the exact spot where the Purple Mountain Association’s spirit ship had just been blasted away.

A blurry figure, seemingly made entirely of pure thunder, flitted through the violent electric snakes like a ghost.

The speed of that figure was almost comparable to an escape technique of an ordinary Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Moreover, it wasn’t a physical body, but rather a highly condensed, sentient source of destructive thunder.

"Thunder Spirit!"

A blazing fire lit up in Xu Ping’s eyes in an instant.

Searched high and low, but find it without any effort at all.

He had scoured the whole geomagnetic storm but didn’t expect the Thunder Spirit to be hiding around the Purple Mountain Association’s spirit ship.

If he hadn’t saved their ship, he might have missed the Thunder Spirit again!

For every action, there is destiny.

"Chase!"

Xu Ping’s mind raced, and with a tap on the spirit beast pouch at his waist, a green light flashed by, and his Wood Spirit Avatar, identical in appearance and emanating thick vitality, stood by his side.

Their minds were connected, and they communicated without the need for words.

"Go!"

Xu Ping and his avatar shouted lowly in unison, as their mana erupted with no reservation.

The true form transformed into a turquoise streak tearing through the sea of thunder, while the avatar turned into a verdant stream merging with the lightning; both accelerated, surpassing the Thunder Spirit’s speed significantly.

The two figures traversed the violent sea of thunder like supreme sharp blades moving upstream, pushing back the rabid electric snakes ferociously.

The Thunder Spirit, sensing the impending danger, turned back in horror, human-like fear appearing on its blurry, thunder-lit face.

It opened its mouth wide, emitting a soundless shriek.

In an instant, the thunder plasma within a radius of dozens of feet boiled and condensed, forming dozens of ferocious roaring purple electric Thunder Dragons that charged toward Xu Ping and his avatar baring their fangs and claws.

"Hmph!"

Xu Ping’s true form, eyes cold as ice, stood firm, not dodging, his right fist clenched, blood surging, and punched toward the incoming Thunder Dragons, blasting them apart.

Thunder light splattered across the sky, like a dazzling thunderstorm.

Meanwhile, the Wood Spirit Avatar was not idle, forming seals with its hands.

Seventy magical swords and the Canghua Divine Wood Sword appeared out of nowhere.

"Slash!"

Under the control of the Wood Spirit Avatar, a Sword Array instantly took form.

The next moment, a towering sword light fragmented into thousands of tiny sword beams, like a rain of swords, tearing toward the Thunder Spirit.

Boom boom boom...

The Thunder Spirit, with no place to hide, was struck by countless sword rains, its thunder light quickly dimming, evidently heavily injured.

This was under the careful restraint of the Wood Spirit Avatar; otherwise, this strike would be enough to shatter the Thunder Spirit.

To refine the Thunder Spirit into the Canghua Divine Wood Sword, it must be captured alive.

Hence, no lethal force could be used.

The heavily wounded Thunder Spirit, terrified beyond belief, turned to flee into the depths of the thunder sea.

However, how incredibly fast were Xu Ping and his Wood Spirit Avatar?

The turquoise and verdant figures, like maggots that refused to let go, crossed several hundred feet in an instant.

Front and back, they had completely cornered the faint golden Thunder Spirit at the edge of a relatively "calm" thunder domain.

"Surrender!"

Xu Ping’s voice, as if decreed by the heavens, carried undeniable authority.

A giant hand formed of pure mana, entwined with mysterious sealing runes, descended upon the shivering Thunder Spirit.

Just as this precious heavenly rarity was about to fall into his grasp...

Zoom——

Another sudden change erupted.

The Thunder Spirit, seeing no hope of escape, its blurry body erupted with a blinding golden light, shooting toward a seemingly ordinary section of the thunder wall, yet with faint spatial ripples undulating.

"Not good!"

Xu Ping’s pupils contracted sharply.

Behind that thunder wall, unexpectedly, lay a hidden special space.

"Is it a secret realm?"

"Or does it lead to unknown lands?"

In the blink of an eye, thoughts raced through Xu Ping’s mind.

The situation unclear, fraught with risk, his true self could not rush in recklessly.

"Go!"

At the critical moment, Xu Ping, without hesitation, drove his mind to command the Wood Spirit Avatar.

With a flash of green light in its eyes, the Wood Spirit Avatar transformed into a verdant stream, following the golden thunder thread, slipping into the rippling thunder wall, and disappearing without a trace.

Benefiting from his unique connection with the Wood Spirit Avatar, a more vast, purer thunder world appeared in Xu Ping’s mind.

Here, there were no violent Thunder Dragons or electric snakes, only limitless, liquid-like purple-gold thunder plasma, flowing and swirling, forming large thunder vortexes.

Curiously, this seemingly more terrifying thunder world was unexpectedly "calm," with no perceivable active hostility.

"Could it be... that the unfathomable geomagnetic storms of the Yellow Dragon Desert were caused by the instability of this secret realm space, with energy leaking out?"

Xu Ping stood outside the thunder wall, a deep suspicion and a hint of realization crossing his face.

This secret realm might be more ancient than imagined.

After all, who knows how many years the Yellow Dragon Desert has existed?

"There’s no more time to wait!" Xu Ping’s eyes flashed with determination.

The Thunder Spirit was inside, and the Wood Spirit Avatar had already confirmed there was no immediate danger.

If hesitance let the Thunder Spirit flee deeper into this vast thunder realm, finding it again would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

An opportunity like this cannot be missed!

Buzz!

Xu Ping’s true form took a step forward, pushing his mana and blood to their limits, forcibly parting the rippling thunder wall, like a stone plunged into water, and vanished within.

Upon entering this more ancient thunder world, the pressure from the origin made Xu Ping’s true form sink slightly.

But he paid no heed, a gaze like lightning, instantly locking onto the faint golden Thunder Spirit, whose speed had visibly slowed, breath weakened, among the thunder plasma far off.

The Wood Spirit Avatar was encircling from another direction.

Both Xu Ping and the Wood Spirit Avatar, sharing intentions, struck simultaneously.

The true form spread its five fingers, mysterious sealing runes swirling in the palm, forming an invisible net closing in on the Thunder Spirit.

The avatar formed seals with its hands, countless verdant vines sprouting from the void, enclosing and sealing off its escape.

The Thunder Spirit, grievously wounded, dimmed in light.

Facing this overwhelming hunt, it only struggled symbolically a few times before being firmly ensnared by the invisible sealing net, emitting a plaintive wail of defeat. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

It was finally compressed into a fist-sized orb, pulsating with golden arcs of electricity.