Chapter 1292: Hammer of the Thunder God

“They killed someone in the territory of the Qingtian Tribe,” King Zhongying said. “How can we let them leave so easily? Go personally and stop them. You must not let them loose back in the wild.”

“According to our intelligence, their cultivations aren’t very strong. Why should I go personally? They can be killed easily by any Death Knight.” Zhu Qingyi had a demonic red flower print on her forehead. It shone faintly, making her seem even more demonic.

“Killing them is only one of the missions,” King Zhongying said. “This trip, your true motive is to visit Red River Mansion and invite a Pill Saint to the Qingtian Tribe.”

“A Pill Saint.” Zhu Qingyi’s expression grew more solemn. She had to take this seriously.

Pill Saints were able to create divine pills. They had the ability to create dead people and make skeletons come back to life. Getting a Pill Saint would improve the Qingtian Tribe’s overall abilities.

There were only two Pill Saints in the northern region. Each one was able to become an esteemed guest of the Blood Emperor. How could one not take someone like this seriously?

King Zhongying flicked his finger. A white letter flew out from his fingers. “This letter notes information about that Pill Saint. You must hurry over. I heard that the other tribes have sent strong figures to invite this man too. Do not let them get him first.”

The ten tribes worked together but were also competitors.

Zhu Qingyi grabbed the letter. She smiled, her phoenix-like eyes curling up. Her beautiful eyes contained murderous intent. “Since I’m going to the Red River Mansion, I’ll kill those three human Saints along the way.”

Whoosh!

She transformed into a puff of black smoke and vanished from the pavilion.

It was very far from Serene Wind Mansion to Red River Mansion. They were two million miles apart. A regular person wouldn’t be able to cross this distance in their entire lives.

There was a spatial wormhole connecting the two mansions. One could arrive instantly. However, the Immortal Vampires guarded the entrance of the wormhole. Zhang Ruochen’s trio couldn’t use it, so they could only fly to Red River Mansion.

Along the way, Huang Yanchen killed an Immortal Vampire general and stole his chariot. It was pulled by two upper Grade Six beasts. It could drive over land or fly in the air. It was also as fast as a lower Saint and could cross a few hundred thousand miles per day.

Zhang Ruochen sat in the chariot and meditated with his eyes closed, going through the memories in his mind.

Eight hundred years ago, he’d read the Sacred Central Empire’s Spiritual Power Scripture. He’d seen many advanced thunder spells. He prepared to choose one or two to cultivate and improve himself.

He couldn’t demonstrate a Spiritual Power Saint’s true ability with basic spells. For example, he couldn’t kill the four-winged Blood Saint even after casting a dozen basic spells.

There were ten levels for spells.

Zhang Ruochen had only cultivated a few low-level spells now. The most powerful one was the Thunder Fire Vortex, but it was only at level three. It couldn’t be compared to a level ten spell at all.

There were more powerful techniques above the tenth level. They were known as saintly spells.

Only a Spiritual Power Saint was strong enough to successfully cultivate saintly spells. Each saintly spell contained shocking might. It could flatten a mountain, burn a sea, or destroy a huge city.

Saintly spells also had ten levels. Even the first level was difficult to cultivate. One must spend a long time in comprehending it.

“First level saintly spell, Hammer of Thunder God,” Zhang Ruochen uttered. A dense passage of words appeared instantly in his mind.

Technically, a spell would take up an entire book of records. One could only successfully cultivate it by comprehending the book.

A saintly spell would need a room of books to explain and describe. One could only successfully cultivate it by comprehending the entire room of books.

The content and description of the Hammer of Thunder God were already in Zhang Ruochen’s mind. However, comprehending it was another matter. He only meditated for a short while and he felt dizzy. His thoughts grew fuzzy.

However, he didn’t give up. He used great Spiritual Power and studied each book in his mind. He overcame obstacle after obstacle.

After all, with Zhang Ruochen’s current Spiritual Power, he could memorize and understand an entire book in a breath’s time. However, it took two full days to fully organize all the content about the spell and he’d only understood around half of it.

“Continue.”

Zhang Ruochen really wanted to improve himself. He had to cultivate a saintly spell quickly. Only then would he have a bigger chance when facing a Xuanhuang Realm Saint.

Xuanhuang Realm Saints were already very powerful amongst all Saints.

After that, Zhang Ruochen spent another day and night reading the content again. He understood around 70 to 80% of the facts.

After cultivating for three days without rest, Zhang Ruochen’s current body couldn’t take it anymore. He was forced to stop.

When he’d recovered a bit, he went outside the chariot and tried casting the saintly spell.

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He formed a print with his hands. Spiritual Qi in the sky gathered toward him, transforming into bolts of purple lightning and weaving together.

The entire sky darkened. Black clouds rolled, forming an enormous Qi. All the beings within 100 miles looked up at the terrifying phenomenon in the sky. They felt the shocking pressure and shook in fear.

However, the lightning scattered before the Hammer of Thunder God could form. It vanished and the sky cleared up.

The spell had failed.

Zhang Ruochen didn’t give up. He just smiled and shook his head, casting it a second time.

The second time failed again.

The third time failed.

…

After failing more than 20 times in a row, Zhang Ruochen felt a bit tired, so he stopped. While recovering, he thought carefully about why he’d failed.

Huang Yanchen kept quiet the entire time. She didn’t say anything and just watched Zhang Ruochen.

Qing Mo sent a message to her. “Princess, Lord Zhang seems to have run into trouble. It’s impossible for him to successfully cultivate a saintly spell without the guidance of a Spiritual Power senior.”

Spiritual Power cultivators also had teachers. A teacher not only taught them how to cultivate Spiritual Power, but they also taught how to cultivate spells and saintly spells.

Some techniques and details in cultivation weren’t recorded in a book. One would take many wrong turns while comprehending alone. Even if one spent a few months or even years, one still might not succeed with a saintly spell.

“Zhang Ruochen isn’t an average man,” Huang Yanchen said. “He’s rarely ever had a teacher since he started cultivating. He learned it all by himself. In the end, it’s just that no one can teach him. It’s evident that his comprehension is unparalleled by regular people. A saintly spell won’t be too hard for him.”

Qing Mo felt that the princess had blind faith in Zhang Ruochen. Did she think that he was all-powerful just because she loved him?

“I see. I can only cast the saintly spell by combining the Spiritual Power Saint Look with Spiritual Qi.”

Zhang Ruochen pulled out his Saint Look. It was human-shaped and formed by lightning. It shone with dazzling light, reflecting purple light onto the dark night sky.

Spiritual Qi flowed toward the Spiritual Saint Look, forming a lightning hammer.

Qing Mo stared dumbfounded at the huge lightning figure behind Zhang Ruochen. It looked like a thunder god holding a hammer of lightning. The aura it emitted was very aggressive.

Qing Mo stuck her tongue out. She had to be impressed. “So powerful,” she muttered to herself. “He only spent three days to learn a saintly spell by himself.”

Just then, Zhang Ruochen seemed to sense something. He glanced behind him and sent the Hammer of Thunder God out, hitting a mountain 60 miles away.

A Death Knight wearing the Ten Saints Blood Armor stood on the peak of the mountain. Seeing the falling hammer of lightning, he hurriedly lifted a shield with a skull. A huge red skull flew out of the shield and crashed against the Hammer of Thunder God.

Kaboom.

A 2000-meter-tall mountain collapsed, turning into flat land. Even some rocks melted into lava. Electricity flowed across the lava.

The Death Knight didn’t fall. He remained standing while holding the shield.

Crack!

The shield in his hands shattered into pieces of metal. The Death Knight spat out blood. A bit injured, he quickly retreated. He met with another Death Knight and they stood shoulder-to-shoulder.

“Did the Immortal Pavilion send Death Knights after us?”

Huang Yanchen and Qing Mo quickly circulated their Holy Qi and entered battle state.

A woman with a black veil walked out from behind the two Death Knights. Her body was curvy and slender, but her eyes carried demonic force. “I underestimated you before coming,” she said gently. “Judging by the combat power you just displayed, your Spiritual Power must have reached level 52, right?”

“Are you a human or an Immortal Vampire?” Zhang Ruochen asked. He asked this because the woman didn’t have any blood wings.

She smiled. “Half of my blood is Immortal Vampire and half is human. I forgot to tell you that my name is Zhu Qingyi. I am the direct disciple of King Zhongying.”

“King Zhongying’s disciple.” Zhang Ruochen’s eyes flashed coldly.

Enemies always met.

“Your Spiritual Power is not bad,” Zhu Qingyi said. “You’re a talent. Tell me your name and background and I might let you live.”