Chapter 133: The Deadly Seven Style Lightning Sky Skill (2/2)

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When Mo Wuji finally returned to the Nine Moons Pill House encampment, it was already the afternoon on the next day. Mo Wuji, who only had a few pieces of low grade spirit stones, now had more than 10,000 Earth grade spirit stones and a spirit stone card on him. Subtracting the One Dao House auction fees and the prices of the Seven Styles Lightning Sky and the Heaven Crow Natural Silk Armour, his card still had 780,000 Earth grade spirit stones. This was equivalent to 7,800,000 Xuan grade spirit stones! This spirit stone card could be used at the various One Dao House branches to withdraw spirit stones, it was very convenient.

If not for his storage bag being too small, he definitely would have kept all the spirit stones on himself.

Back at his living quarters, Mo Wuji first spent an hour to equip the black Heaven Crow Natural Silk Armour on himself before retrieving the incomplete Seven Styles Lightning Sky.

The first few words on the leather scroll were still clear, but as you continued reading, the words started getting illegible. Mo Wuji could barely read the name of the first style: Electric Storm. Then, there was only one spiritual energy circulation diagram. Thereafter, the rest of the scroll was ripped off. The words of explanation couldn't even be read at all.

Mo Wuji shook his head. How was this the first style of an incomplete manual? There's only two names ah. Oh, and that obscure circulation diagram.

Still, this thing was purchased for an exorbitant price. Naturally, he wouldn't simply throw it away. Clenching an Earth grade spirit stone in his hand, he started to circulate spiritual energy according to the diagram.

Spiritual energy flowed smoothly within his meridian network. The spiritual energy brought a faint warmth as they perforated in his meridians.

Mo Wuji celebrated. It looks like he was really suited to cultivate lightning affinity techniques and skills. This was just an incomplete lightning skill, but he seemed to be doing well in it.

Mo Wuji's glee did not last till three seconds; a terrifying pain burnt within his meridians. Yes, burnt. It felt like his meridians had been lit on fire by a red firestone. The tearing pain caused him to despair.

”Putong!” Mo Wuji landed heavily onto the ground. Even though he had been using lightning to open his meridians, and had experienced various kinds of pain and torture, none could compare to what he was feeling now. At this moment, he felt like a fire was burning within his meridians, and this fire wanted to burn his body to ashes from the inside.

Trails of lightning seeped out from his body, it was as though they were forced out by the fire in his meridians. They bombarded against the ground, ravaging and wrecking it.

At this moment, Mo Wuji would pay to jump into a cave of ice and let the icy coldness permeate into his body.

The impending sense of death shrouded Mo Wuji's heart, and he dared not faint despite his pain. He clawed the hard soil on the ground and tried to maintain his consciousness. He suspected that if he were to fall unconscious, his life would just end there.

After half an incense's time, Mo Wuji managed to forcefully circulate using the Immortal Mortal Technique. The moment the technique was activated, the internal fire seemed to subside by a little.

Mo Wuji finally had some space to breath, and started to madly circulate with the Immortal Mortal Technique. He found that the Immortal Mortal Technique had some ways to control the internal fire.

After an incense's time, the fire within his body had been completely extinguished and disappeared without a trace.

Mo Wuji slowly staggered his way up. On the ground, besides the scars formed from the lightning expelled by his body, the rest were clawed by him. A pair of slender white hands was now riddled with scars. Even his nails had been completely peeled off.

As he walked to the front of a mirror, Mo Wuji saw an extremely pale white face, and a completely wrecked attire. His heart was beating strongly, if not for the Immortal Mortal Technique, he would have been dead.

With his bloodied hand, Mo Wuji grabbed the incomplete Seven Styles Lightning Sky and he had this unquenchable urge to rip it to pieces. If he knew that this thing would play with his life like that, he would have given it to the guy who threatened him.

But this was bought with hundreds of thousands of Xuan grade spirit stones ah. In terms of the low grade spirit stones which he used previously, it would be in the millions. Mo Wuji ultimately did not bear to tear it apart and throw it away. Instead, he dumped it within his storage bag.

Thereafter, Mo Wuji felt that there was something strange. This would be been a lightning skill; why did it feel like there was a fire burning when he started practising it? After contemplating for half a day, Mo Wuji still could not understand what was going on. Perhaps it was because this technique was not complete, which led to his spiritual energy corruption.

”Wuji is not in?” Just as Mo Wuji sat down and poured himself a cup of water, Zhen Shaoke's voice sounded from outside.

Mo Wuji opened the door and saw Zhen Shaoke lugging a big bag. His emotions took a turn for the better. Zhen Shaoke should be here to deliver spiritual herbs. Before he left for the auction, he asked for a favour from Zhen Shaoke, he requested Zhen Shaoke to help him purchase the spiritual herbs required for the Earthly Soul Protecting Pill.

”Wuji, this is?” Seeing Mo Wuji's appearance, Zhen Shaoke momentarily got a shock. Mo Wuji looked like he had just climbed out from hell.

Mo Wuji limply waved his hand, ”I'm okay, I just met with some problems in cultivation. Shaoke, this must be the spiritual herbs?”

”Senior apprentice sister Mu, he's the Pill Master Mo you were speaking of?” A clear crisp voice could be heard. Mo Wuji noticed that there were two people standing not too far away. He recognized one of them, Mu Ying. By her side, was a young teenage girl with an oval face. The one speaking should have been her.