Chapter Eighty-Three: Secret Art, Thunder Explosion!

  "In" the closed room, Qin Hao raised his hand to operate the air, and the blood and air poured into his body. The thick yuanqi refined his body and entered his body, as if every pore was absorbing yuanqi. The feeling was so refreshing that it couldn't be described, and the feeling of emptiness completely disappeared. Originally, Qin Hao wanted to use the purple gas to recover, but now he was too poor. Unexpectedly, the Xuanmen actually had such a closed room, which was specially used by the master. The yuanqi inside was so thick that it was frightening.

  In a month's time, Qin Hao had almost recovered, but the yuanqi in the closed room was also almost exhausted. However, Qin Hao wasn't worried as the yuanqi would still recover because this place had been set up with a yuanqi array, which he had already investigated before coming here.

  "Uh, what I lack most now is the secret technique. The secret method can help me practice to the Great Perfection of Human Dao, and this mysterious move is no longer suitable for me to use. However, if we talk about secret techniques, only those in the hands of the great sects are quite powerful." Qin Hao couldn't think of a countermeasure at the moment, but he made up his mind that in two months, it would be the Nine Gates Alliance Meeting, and at that time, he must get several large dragon veins for the Mystic Gate. Otherwise, it would be difficult for the disciples of the Mystic Gate to grow up.

  It just so happens that he is also preparing to snatch a few secret techniques from others, and his cultivation has reached the peak of Ming Suo. Even the accomplished Taoist priests of the Great Church have the ability to fight one against one, and the ordinary Taoist priests of other sects can be killed by him. He can go anywhere in the world, and he is also curious about the position of the Tian Gang list. It's worth noting that the mark left by the Tian Gang list can make people feel the way, and further, if he wants to become a Taoist priest, if he wants to have a deeper foundation, he naturally needs this Tian Gang mark.

  "But I still need some life-saving means, at least to be able to kill people in critical moments, even if the great masters of the Da Cheng sect are afraid." Qin Hao was still worried about the secret technique: "Hmm, let's take a look at what's inside the Mingzhu's Void Jade first."

  As he spoke, Qin Hao called out to Xiao Meng, and the two of them began to sort through the spoils of war. However, among the treasures in the Mingzhu's Void Jade, there was almost nothing that caught Qin Hao's eye. A pile of spiritual medicine, elixirs, and other items were all of low quality, and were directly converted into purple energy by Qin Hao. Or else they were just some completed Daoist weapons, which nearly caused Qin Hao to curse in frustration, thinking to himself: "How can a single Daoist cultivator be so poor?"

  "Husband, there's a Thunder Spirit Symbol here." Suddenly, Xiao Meng gave him a surprise.

  "Lei Ling Fu? Mid-grade, not bad, not bad. Is this Ming Zhu not poor after all? But he's not a member of the Great Sect, where did he get the Lei Ling Fu from?" Qin Hao found it strange, but the next moment he dismissed the idea, as Ming Zhu was a mortal cultivator who had accumulated wealth over time, so it wasn't surprising that he possessed a Lei Ling Fu.

  "A mid-grade Thunder Spirit Symbol can instantly kill a Cultivator who has formed his Nascent Soul, unless they have a Supreme Treasure to defend against it. It's also difficult for a Human King to defend against it. How did he manage to take out a Golden Dragon Symbol earlier? Why didn't he use the Thunder Spirit Symbol?" Qin Hao had another question.

  "Hubby's fan originally emitted lightning, so Old Cow Nose must think this fan is related to thunder, so it's afraid that even if it's used, it won't have much effect." Little Meng reminded.

  "Hmm, that's right. These weapons are suitable for those disciples." Qin Hao had the Nine Dragon Divine Light Fan and didn't think much of these Sheng Dao weapons.

  It's just that this Jiulong Shen Guang fan is also a foodie. Every time he unleashes a powerful move, it almost exhausts his strength, leaving him drained.

  "I'm currently using the Nine Dragons Divine Light Fan, which can only exert one major trend of power. This major trend poses a threat to ordinary Daoist monarchs and also to the accomplished monks of the Great Teachings, but it's probably not effective against the Daoist monarchs of the Upper Great Teachings. Moreover, the consumption is so great, especially that Thunder trend." Qin Hao suddenly recalled the feeling of exerting the Thunder trend, and then sensed the Thunder trend within the Nine Dragons Divine Light Fan.

  But this didn't feel right, and with a sudden jolt, he discovered that the mighty Thunder's momentum was actually weak and frightening, like a dying flame. Fortunately, it still managed to hold on. Qin Hao's expression turned serious: "This Thunder's momentum is originally the weakest, just a Thunder Spirit Symbol as a catalyst. I accelerated the Thunder's momentum inside, but I overused it. If not for that mysterious pulse maintaining it, I'm afraid this thunder would have really disappeared."

  "Husband, put this medium-grade Thunder Spirit Symbol into it, and we can maintain the Thunder's momentum for a while. Among the Nine Dragon God Light Fans, the weakest and most insufficient is this Thunder's momentum. I seem to remember that when I drew the circuitry earlier, I didn't actually condense the Thunder's momentum. Unless we have Heavenly Thunder, this momentum will eventually dissipate. After all, the Nine Dragon God Light Fan hasn't formed a complete cycle yet." Little Meng explained.

  Now whatever Xiaomeng says, Qin Hao doesn't find it strange anymore, he's already gotten used to it.

  "Xiao Meng is really clever, I'll just get it in, if this Lei's momentum is really extinguished, it will be difficult to condense later." Qin Hao thought that this fan was indeed a troublemaker, not only was he a foodie, but also had to maintain it.

  "It's actually not necessary for husband to maintain it all the time, Xiao Meng has a way to make this mighty thunder condense." Xiao Meng said.

  "What method?"

  "Cross the tribulation, as long as your husband hands over this Nine Dragons Divine Light Fan to cross the tribulation, then the Nine Dragons Divine Light Fan will not only achieve great momentum but also achieve great perfection, becoming a true Human Dao Great Perfection weapon." Little Meng said.

  "As soon as he heard those three words, Qin Hao was speechless. His physical body was strong, but he had an innate fear of Lei Feng. More importantly, his cultivation was only at the level of a named scholar, how could he possibly survive the tribulation of the Treasure's Great Round Completion? If he wasn't turned to ashes, it would be a miracle, and he definitely wouldn't dare to look for trouble."

  "You might as well say that I should ask Leigong for some thunder to boost the overall situation." Qin Hao said with self-mockery.

  "Who is Leigong? Is he the Emperor of Thunder? Alright, alright, let's go dig up his grave." Xiaomeng was fearless, as long as she could get the purple energy, she dared to do anything.

  "Alright, just the two of us digging up Sacred King's grave would be difficult, let alone Great Emperor's. But after I get out of here, we'll go find Ming Wang's grave. I heard that Ming Wang's grave has underground weapons, if we can get them, it would really be enough to suppress a region." Qin Hao thought of Ming Wang's grave, he had the Introspective Illusory Transformation Technique, maybe he could obtain Ming Wang's legacy in the grave.

  "Okay, okay." Little Meng was still the same, as long as there was a place where she could transform into purple energy, she would be willing to go.

  Looking at Xiao Meng's excited face, what else could Qin Hao say? He smiled and, with Xiao Meng's help, infused the power of Lei Ling Fu into the Great Trend of Thunder, and a burst of thunderbolts suddenly erupted in the closed room.

  The sneers continued, but they couldn't break the formation of this closed room. This is a masterpiece of Xuan Tian Feng's painting, and it shows a glimpse of the power of the Human Emperor, even if it's the worst one.

  "The mighty thunder, ignited." Qin Hao was like lighting a lamp, and the entire Lei Ling symbol was blasted into the Jiulong Shen Guang fan. Those powerful electric lights made his whole body ache, although he was the user, but he would also be affected to some extent. The power of that thunder was too strong, and only now did he feel the kind of pain brought by the Mingzhu, being struck by his own Five Thunder, it was absolutely unbearable.

  "Hmm..." As the electric sparks completely disappeared into the Lei Ling symbol, the mighty power of thunder finally stirred within the Nine Dragon God Fan. The majesty of thunder was forever more powerful than anything else. The balance within the fan was once again restored, but Qin Hao didn't feel well either. The electric sparks from earlier had left him charred all over, and if not for his robust physique, he would probably have been roasted like a suckling pig by now.

  "Hmm, Thunder's Great Trend, Thunder Fireball?" Qin Hao suddenly gained a hint of inspiration that would give him an additional killer move in the future.

  This is exactly where he refined his equipment. Just like when he first refined the Nine Dragons Divine Light Fan, wasn't there a ball of thunderfire in his hand?

  "If I could refine that small thunderball, in the future when I'm not satisfied with someone, throwing one over would be invigorating!" Qin Hao thought about it more and more excitedly. After all, purple gas could completely block lightning, it's just a bit wasteful of purple gas, and purple gas can't be seen by people. Later, he finally thought of a perfect countermeasure.

  "I have the ability to transform and change the color of even the air I breathe, let alone the color of a lightning ball. Refining these lightning balls, I can completely use those lowest-level purple gases that I just transformed earlier." Thinking of this, Qin Hao smiled, smiling very happily, he was worried about his future enemies, one lightning ball going out and killing a group, he could be called the Thunder God.

  Moreover, the Thunderball is only used at critical moments to kill the enemy, and it's a one-hit kill, leaving no room for survival. Plus, I have the Introspective Illusionary Seal, so if I transform into a stone, even if someone attacks me from behind, they'll be in for a surprise. Most importantly, unless it's a God's Sanctuary cultivator, all spirits fear thunder, this is simply a spirit-killer. Qin Hao smiled.

  He then began to take the momentum of the thunder and use the purple energy to refine the thunderball. With the experience of refining equipment last time, Qin Hao now did it with ease, but still failed a few times, and was struck by lightning, which almost turned him into charcoal.

  After his repeated efforts, he finally refined ten thunderballs, one giant and nine small ones. Qin Hao was smiling foolishly, and Xiao Meng thought something was wrong with him and asked: "Husband, what are you laughing at?"

  "No, no, nothing." Qin Hao hastily said, he couldn't say that he was thinking about how to secretly hit someone in the back.

  "But my husband is so happy in his heart, there must be a reason, why didn't he tell Xiaomeng." Xiaomeng pursued the root of the matter, obviously wanting to know.

  "Do you really want to know?" Qin Hao sneered.

  "I was thinking, but not that kind of thinking." Xiaomeng's face turned red with embarrassment, thinking that Qin Hao had perverted thoughts again.

  "Hmm..." Then, Qin Hao quietly told Xiao Meng about his plan to trick someone, and Xiao Meng couldn't help but laugh, occasionally calling Qin Hao a bad person. But thinking of that purple gas, it didn't seem so bad after all, everything seemed to fall into place.

  "One day, this world will produce another Lei Jun." Qin Hao held the thunderball in his hands, a smile on his face, and the electric sparks flashing from time to time, setting off Qin Hao like a god of thunder descending.

  "This secret art shall be called Raihō, and I will make everyone tremble with fear at the mention of Raihō."

  PS: Third update, collect