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A dark, murky, heavy, and unpredictable aura, as if every inch of it was filled with an ominous presence.
Like their master, the two bolts of lightning abandoned all techniques and collided in the most direct way.
The audience in the stands, who were already surprised, were shocked once again.
The Thunder Technique of the Celestial Master's Mansion is a closely guarded secret, and very few people can learn it. Not to mention that Zhang Lingyu, the only young person who travels outside the mansion, is unwilling to reveal his secrets.
So when they saw the clash of lightning techniques between Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu, they all felt it was worth the price of admission and were also curious.
Why does Zhang Lingyu's lightning magic feel so... ominous?
"What kind of lightning magic is this? It's not what I expected at all!"
"Yes! It has such a dangerous aura, yet it also makes one curious and want to explore it further."
"I feel like Zhang Lingyu has become even more elegant. His aloof and ascetic demeanor, combined with this dangerous lightning magic, makes me think I'm falling in love with him."
"Hey bro, aren't you a guy?"
The old master in the stands narrowed his eyes, a long-lost look of satisfaction flashing in them.
The talk about going astray was just a joke.
When he saw Zhang Lingyu using Yin Five Thunder without any concealment, and his starting move was no longer the standard Yang Five Thunder Palm Thunder...
He then realized that his disciple had finally accepted his true self.
It seems my backup plan to expel them from the mountain can be abandoned...
"Zhang Chulan..."
Zhang Lingyu's eyes were now clear, and he was no longer confused as he looked at his Yin Thunder body, which was like a swamp.
"This is the real me."
The lightning in her hand, though described as lightning magic, seemed more like murky, muddy lightning slipping from her grasp. Zhang Lingyu looked at Zhang Chulan and spoke softly.
"Actually, I didn't like you before, because you used to be somewhat like me..."
Zhang Lingyu's face showed neither sorrow nor joy. As the junior uncle of Longhu Mountain, he had transformed from an ordinary albino orphan into the revered Lingyu Zhenren.
Although he constantly doubted himself, trapped by inner shackles, his mind was often in turmoil and wavering.
But Zhang Lingyu is not a fool. He has a clear understanding of himself and the world, including himself.
There is no doubt that he is a genius. Zhang Chulan, who has managed to climb all the way to where he is now despite delaying his cultivation for ten years, is also a genius. There are always some similarities among geniuses.
From the very first moment Zhang Lingyu met Zhang Chulan, she could sense that Zhang Chulan was not a "sincere" person...
You can say Zhang Lingyu is honest and straightforward, but you can't say he's stupid.
He could sense that Zhang Chulan was hiding something just like him, except that Zhang Lingyu was hiding what he considered his own shameful side, while Zhang Chulan was hiding his entire "self".
Zhang Lingyu despises himself, and naturally he also despises Zhang Chulan, who is equally dishonest.
Especially since Zhang Chulan can cultivate Yang Five Thunder...
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In his eyes, Zhang Chulan could have done better. With his Yang Wu Lei cultivation qualifications, he was more qualified than him to shoulder the future of Longhu Mountain, but he had been "hiding" his abilities.
Hiding its head and revealing its tail...
The complex emotions I felt at the time eventually turned into disgust.
But now that he had fully accepted himself, Zhang Lingyu looked at Zhang Chulan with only sincerity in his eyes.
She openly expressed her past dislike for Zhang Chulan and her feelings about him.
"Zhang Chulan, what does this dirty water thunder look like to me?"
"The filth and gloom are signs of the sinking of kidney essence, indicating that I have destroyed my primordial yang, and I once considered myself at my ugliest..."
These words caused a stir in the arena.
"Holy crap! Zhang Lingyu actually lost her virginity?"
"That fat bastard Canglong's information was actually true?"
"Who is that woman? Can I be the one?"
A commotion erupted on the field, filled with surprise, astonishment, and envy...
But notably, he did not suffer the condemnation of everyone that Zhang Lingyu had once believed he would be.
Hearing the murmurs from the stands, Zhang Lingyu's eyes remained only of nonchalance.
“I hate my past self and can’t accept my true self, so I have been hiding myself and creating a shell that I think best fits the image of a disciple of the Celestial Master.”
"And what about you, Zhang Chulan?"
What are you hiding?
The dark, murky lightning spread rampantly beneath Zhang Lingyu's feet, and his shoes rotted silently in the lightning.
Barefoot on the murky, ominous, and dangerous Yin Thunder Swamp, Zhang Lingyu, dressed in white robes, seemed to have achieved a strange balance with the murky thunder magic beneath his feet.
The coexistence of holiness and evil creates a strange and wondrous scene.
Many spectators were amazed and surprised by Zhang Lingyu's seemingly dangerous thunder magic, yet they also felt that Zhang Lingyu, who used the Yin Five Thunder Magic, was even more pure than his previous stern and unsmiling appearance.
Zhang Lingyu suddenly realized the truth and became sincere.
People can be good or evil, they can talk nonsense and lie, but their hearts must be sincere, and they must be able to honestly face their own inner thoughts.
When you do evil but call it good, hate others but pretend to be friendly, you deceive even yourself, and naturally you have nothing to do with sincerity.
This has nothing to do with progress in cultivation, but rather with the questioning and self-cultivation of the practitioner's inner self in the process of seeking the Tao.
Zhang Lingyu accepted himself and transformed into a person of "utmost sincerity," deciding to act according to his own heart.
That's why he decisively ran away when he saw the Old Master, Master Lu Jin, and Master Tian Jinzhong racing cars late at night.
Because he knew in his heart that it was the Old Celestial Master and the others who were just fooling around, he no longer used the rule of "disciples of Longhu Mountain must do this or that" to restrain himself and the Old Celestial Master.
So he cooperated with Bao'er and Zhang Chulan in their late-night run because he wasn't actually that aloof; he had a bit of a fun-loving nature.
He didn't want to pursue this trivial matter, because Zhang Chulan had at least called him "Junior Uncle".
Zhang Lingyu looked at Zhang Chulan in front of him.
He wanted to use himself as an example to help Zhang Chulan realize his true nature.
Since Zhang Chulan addressed him as Junior Uncle, he considered himself Zhang Chulan's elder and felt it was his responsibility to guide him back to the right path.
"Zhang Chulan, I don't care what you look like now, whether you're shameless or despicable..."
"But do you really know what you want?"
Sincerity is a must-win.
Zhang Chulan, who had been joking and trying to crack a joke, fell into a rare silence.
The hardest thing in the world is to change one's original heart.
When he saw Zhang Lingyu's sincerity, all the scheming and words he had uttered since arriving at Longhu Mountain seemed so ugly and unbearable.
Even when facing the Celestial Master, Zhang Chulan did not feel so ashamed, after all, the Celestial Master was also scheming to keep him on Longhu Mountain.
But now, standing in front of him is Zhang Lingyu, who, despite not liking him before, has treated him with utmost sincerity.
Zhang Lingyu was clearly using Yin Five Thunder, but now...
Looking at the righteous lightning in his hand, Zhang Chulan suddenly realized that he was the wicked one.
[Failure Diary]
[Chapter 92: People keep criticizing me for holding back my strength, but I just don't want to make things difficult for the old man...]
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[Seeking a rich woman to support me, I don't want to work hard anymore...]
Chapter 107: I'm sorry, but I still have to say...
Dark lightning, filled with an ominous aura, gathered and erupted from Zhang Lingyu's hand, instantly engulfing Zhang Chulan's figure.
A graceful, light blue-white bolt of lightning bloomed, and although faint, it firmly resisted the overwhelming and all-pervasive Yin Five Thunder.
Amidst the faint Yang Five Thunder, Zhang Chulan's gaze grew increasingly resolute, his eyes fixed on Zhang Lingyu with utter purity.
Zhang Chulan is undoubtedly a smart person, so smart that he uses absolute rationality to suppress his emotions, and even when it comes to feelings, he uses them in a rational way.
When you measure everything with a calculating eye, you don't even understand yourself.
But at this moment, seeing the pure Zhang Lingyu, Zhang Chulan put aside his countless calculations and thoughts for the first time, allowing himself to reach a state of "purity".
"Junior Uncle, I understand what I want..."
"At least for now, I want to win, for myself."
Zhang Chulan's gaze grew increasingly resolute as the lightning around him emanated from him.
For Zhang Chulan, the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony was not important. Ever since he learned that this was a scheme set up by the Old Celestial Master to allow him to inherit the position of Celestial Master, winning or losing was no longer important.
Today, Zhang Chulan was practically "threatened" to appear on stage by the Celestial Master and Lu Jin last night.
But now, after hearing Zhang Lingyu's advice, Zhang Chulan wants to confront his own heart for the first time.
If he really didn't want to participate at all, there's no way he would have come to this competition now.
He also wanted to win, to win this game.
At least it's worthy of the Heavenly Master's painstaking planning, worthy of all the trouble and effort, and worthy of the ten years of cultivation that were wasted...
At the very least, we're already here!
"Junior Uncle, I will win this match no matter the cost..."
Zhang Chulan spoke softly, the lightning around him repeatedly suppressed and brewing, seemingly accumulating power.
"very good!"
A hint of appreciation flashed in Zhang Lingyu's eyes.
"I saw the real you!"