My master is lam ching-ying
4 Innate Lightning Spirit Body!

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"Ding! Kill the female ghost and receive 100 merit points.”

At this moment, the sound of a system notification rang out in Xu Yan's mind, bringing him back to his senses.

It turned out that his golden finger was really related to catching demons and ghosts.

"What happened to Master?"

Pulling back his hand, Xu Yan felt strange. His master was staring at his wound. Could it be that there was something wrong with this wound?

However, this female ghost was too weak. When she touched him, it was as if she had been electrocuted. Then, she was easily dealt with.

"Don't move."

Ninth Uncle took out a purple talisman from his pocket and pasted it on Xu Yan's wound. Xu Yan had no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted.

"Zi ~~~"

Unexpectedly, when the purple talisman touched Xu Yan's wound, a few electric arcs appeared, causing Ninth Uncle, who was holding the purple talisman, to tremble. It was obvious that he had been electrocuted.

What talisman was this? It actually had electricity!

"As expected! As expected!"

What shocked Xu Yan even more was that Ninth Uncle suddenly smiled happily and put away the talisman that was still emitting electric arcs. He didn't care if he would be electrocuted to the point of numbness.

The female ghost was surprisingly weak. Other than the waiting time, which was less than a minute from the appearance to the death, everything else became simple.

After the female ghost was eliminated, the villagers were relieved and began to bury the people who were killed. Of course, the coffins were still stuck with the talismans given by Ninth Uncle. These people were killed by ghosts, and there would be problems if the corpses were not handled properly.

The reward was not bad either, a total of three dollars.

Normally, Ninth Uncle would be very happy, but now he didn't care how much money he got. He pulled Xu Yan and left in a hurry.

What was going on?

Although they hadn't known each other for long, Xu Yan knew that Ninth Uncle was the kind of person who didn't smile often, let alone smile happily. However, along the way, he secretly noticed that Ninth Uncle had smiled a few times, which made him feel uneasy.

At daybreak, the two of them returned to the mortuary overnight. It just so happened that the scholars were awake, so they didn't even have to call the door.

Ninth Uncle pulled Xu Yan all the way to the ancestral hall and stood in front of the ancestral tablet. He picked up the knife on the table, causing Xu Yan's heart to skip a beat. He had a bad feeling.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Wen Cai yawned and asked.

"Don't talk too much."

Ninth Uncle glared at him, and Wen Cai was immediately frightened awake. He did not understand how he had provoked his master.

As for Xu Yan, he was even more confused.

After offering incense to the ancestor and kowtowing sincerely, Ninth Uncle took a bowl and poured water into it. He said to Xu Yan,

"I need your blood. Don't worry.”

The sharp knife flashed and Xu Yan felt a sharp pain in his finger. Blood dripped into the bowl.

"That's enough."

Ninth Uncle let go of Xu Yan's finger and let him treat his wound. He picked up the Eight Trigrams Mirror and closed his eyes. He chanted some incantations that Xu Yan did not understand and then covered the bowl with the Eight Trigrams Mirror.

"Zi ~~"

The Eight Trigrams Mirror covered the porcelain bowl, and a purple light lit up in the mirror. Then, with a sizzling sound, it was as if there was electricity in the bowl. Ninth Uncle was overjoyed and said excitedly,

"As expected, as expected."

He took out the purple talisman and stuck it on the Eight Trigrams. After the purple light disappeared, Ninth Uncle carefully put the talisman away and put the Eight Trigrams Mirror aside.

What was shocking was that the blood that dripped onto the porcelain bowl had disappeared!!

"Cough cough! Don't be afraid."

It took Ninth Uncle a while to realize that he had lost his composure. He coughed and his expression was replaced by a serious one. Ninth Uncle turned to Xu Yan and said,

"I was just testing your physique just now. I didn't have any other intentions. I didn't expect you to have an innate lightning spirit body. No wonder when that female ghost touched your blood, it was as if she was hit by a purple lightning talisman.”

Was the Purple Lightning Talisman the purple type of talisman?

"Constitution? Could it be a spirit root?"

What natural thunder spirit body? It felt like a cultivation spirit root. Ninth Uncle paused for a moment and said,"You can think so too."

"Just as I said last night, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is gradually thinning, and the progress of cultivators is slow. However, there are also some special existences, such as you.”

"The Lightning Spirit Body is naturally suitable for cultivation. As long as there is a suitable cultivation technique and body tempering technique, one's strength will improve rapidly. Moreover, it has a natural suppressive effect on all demons and ghosts.

For example, your Senior Martial Uncle, although he doesn't have a Thunder Spirit Body, because he's compatible with our sect's Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist, he's very powerful when he cultivates it. Ordinary ghosts and monsters will turn into ashes when they come into contact with him. Unfortunately, his killing intent is too strong.”

Xu Yan finally understood what kind of innate lightning spirit body he had. He was suitable to cultivate special cultivation techniques and fist techniques in this area, and his cultivation speed was far faster than ordinary people!

The suppression of ghosts, demons, and zombies was very strong, and they could be easily killed.

"In other words, if this disciple learns the Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist, he will become as powerful as Senior Martial Uncle?”

Ninth Uncle's eldest senior brother was Thundering. Although he had evil intentions, his strength was top-notch. It was not difficult for him to kill ghosts with his Thundering Lightning Fist.

Xu Yan remembered that Shi Jian had appeared in a movie. He used the Rushing Thunder Fist to attract lightning, and all the ghosts he touched turned into ashes.

"Yes."

Ninth Uncle nodded and corrected him at the same time." To be precise, he's stronger. That's because your Eldest Martial Uncle can only cultivate the Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist and can't cultivate the cultivation techniques unique to our sect.”

"Then wouldn't Junior Martial Brother soar to the heavens?”

Wen Cai exclaimed.

Ninth Uncle's face darkened as he glared at him." What nonsense are you talking about? She went to clean up and thought about useless things all day long.”

"Oh ~~"

After being reprimanded, Wen Cai did not dare to make a sound. He left the ancestral hall and obediently went to do odd jobs.

"Sigh ~~"

Ninth Uncle sighed. He really couldn't discipline this disciple. He could only let him focus on doing good and accumulate more Yin Virtue. Even in his next life, he could find a good family. As for cultivation, there was no hope.

"Xu Yan, are you truly willing to join our Mao Mountain Sect?”

Ninth Uncle looked at him sternly.

Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, and Xu Yan were all Ninth Uncle's disciples, but judging from their current situation, they seemed to be the outer sect disciples in novels. They were dispensable and could leave at any time.

"Disciple is willing."

Xu Yan was very curious about how strong he would become if he cultivated the corresponding cultivation technique and the Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist. Would he surpass his master?

"Alright then, offer incense to the ancestor and sincerely kneel.”

After everything was done, Ninth Uncle brought Xu Yan into his bedroom and took out a small box from a small secret compartment in the bedroom. There were basic books in the box.

"From today onwards, I will teach you the Lightning Thundering Fist and the Thunder Art. I hope that you will cultivate seriously. You must not be half-hearted, violate the sect rules, or learn from your Great Uncle.”

"Disciple will remember this. Please rest assured, Master.”

Fellow Daoists, if you have any tickets in your hands, throw them to the Fuwa.

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