Upon opening them, they saw the messages were from their own elders.
The content was largely the same, all conveying one message: "The Divination Sect’s intentions are unclear. Keep your distance from Wang Xiu!"
Some were more extreme, their tone and wording far harsher. Messages like, "May lightning strike you down if you believe in the Divination Sect," and, "Trusting that swindler will bring unrest to our ancestors," started appearing.
This caused the expressions of quite a few young elites to change. They looked at one another, seeing the confusion in each other’s eyes.
Brother Wang Xiu seems like a really good person! He’s handsome, gentle, and a great conversationalist. Despite clearly possessing a mastery of the Thunder Technique far surpassing the Saint Heir of Longhu, he never showed off. Instead, he was always chatting and laughing with us like family. No... even our own families aren’t as kind to us as Wang Xiu is! We can feel it in our hearts. Wang Xiu... he genuinely wants us to become better. Even when we boasted about things that sounded utterly preposterous, he would just look at us with encouraging eyes. We were all deeply moved by that. But why would our Sect elders issue such a warning?
Wang Xiu was still lecturing Ji Zidian.
"Do you understand your mistake now?"
"Will you dare to do it again?"
"You’re nothing but trouble! In the future, when it’s time to be discreet, you be discreet. Got it?"
"Aww, alright, Senior Brother! I know I was wrong. I won’t make you worry again, okay?~" Ji Zidian whined, clinging to Wang Xiu’s arm and batting her eyelashes, her gaze electric.
Feeling the firm pressure on his arm, Wang Xiu couldn’t help but put on a stern front. "I’ll trust you this one time!"
Just then, Zhang Yuge came up behind Wang Xiu and coughed awkwardly.
Hearing the sound, Wang Xiu turned around. He was slightly startled for a moment, but his face immediately broke into a broad smile as he grasped Zhang Yuge’s hand with concern. "Brother Zhang! I’ve long heard that as the Saint Heir of Longhu, your mastery of the Thunder Technique is the best among the younger generation! Seeing you today, I can tell your reputation is well-deserved! Your style is extraordinary and truly admirable! My Junior Sister, on the other hand, is young and insensible; she doesn’t know how to hold back. She didn’t injure you, did she? My sincerest apologies!"
Listening to this, Zhang Yuge’s face cycled through shades of green and white, an indescribably strange feeling washing over him. If Wang Xiu had said this before their battle, Zhang Yuge, despite feeling a slight contempt for such blatant flattery, would still have been secretly pleased. After all, who doesn’t like to hear praise?
But hearing it now was like having a giant foot grinding into his face. SMACK! SMACK!
My goodness. Your Junior Sister just jumped an entire Realm to fight me to a standstill. And you just showed off a heaven-defying mastery of the Thunder Technique right in front of me. Then you have the gall to praise my ’amazing’ Thunder Technique? ’The best of the younger generation’? Why does that sound so damn grating?
Yet, Wang Xiu’s expression and tone were exceptionally earnest. His eyes were like a clear lake, so transparent one could see right to the bottom, holding no trace of any ulterior motive. This only made Zhang Yuge feel even more ashamed.
Mortified, he waved his hands frantically. "No, no, no, I am still ignorant and have a long way to go! As for the title ’best at the Thunder Technique among the younger generation,’ that’s just my friends making fun of me. It’s not to be taken seriously! Your Junior Sister possesses the Innate Thunder Saint Body—she is uniquely gifted and exceptionally graceful! It is only a matter of time before she surpasses me! And compared to you, Brother Wang, my meager skill in the Thunder Technique is even more insignificant!"
As he spoke, a bitter expression appeared on Zhang Yuge’s face, and he forced a smile.
It’s true. Master was right. This world is never short on prodigies. I’ve lived with the title of the number one prodigy in the Thunder Technique for so many years. Yet, the very first time I show my face before the world’s geniuses, I immediately run into two people even more monstrous than me. Thinking back on my past arrogance and conceit... I was so unbelievably ignorant of my own limits! How shameful!
Seeing Zhang Yuge’s state, Wang Xiu immediately knew this was bad. This brother... seems to have taken quite a hard hit. His Dao Heart is on the verge of becoming unstable! This won’t do! As the second-ranked genius on the Golden Core Ranking, his potential is astonishing. He’s destined to become a titan in the future. If he gets disheartened now, won’t I have one less Great Ability, or even a Saint Lord, to boast about me later on? I have to console him!
Thinking this, Wang Xiu took out a stick of Sandalwood Incense made from Netherworld Leaf from his Storage Ring.
He flicked his fingers, and the incense lit. Wafts of a refreshing fragrance that made one forget their worries and soothed the mind spread through the air.
"Brother Wang, what is this?" Zhang Yuge asked in confusion.
"Don’t speak for a moment," Wang Xiu interrupted, then tilted his head back and shouted to the crowd, "Brother Qin!"
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Wang Xiu said, "Play a piece of music! Something light and relaxing!"
Qin Guangling didn’t understand what Wang Xiu was up to, but he still took out his instrument, sat down on the spot, and began to play.
Soon, cheerful notes drifted into Zhang Yuge’s ears. Accompanied by the faint scent of the sandalwood, much of the gloom in his heart began to dissipate.
Then, Wang Xiu smiled at Zhang Yuge, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze. "Brother Zhang, do you know what the essence of thunder and lightning is?"
The essence of thunder and lightning?
If this question had been asked before, Zhang Yuge could have answered it with his eyes closed. But coming from Wang Xiu, he was no longer sure. He worried his answer would seem primitive and clumsy.
So, he shook his head and cupped his hands. "Please enlighten me, Brother Wang!"
Wang Xiu looked at him and said softly, "Actually, the answer is the one you are thinking of. The clash of yin and yang creates thunder; their agitation produces lightning!"