During the day, Leifeng Mountain has a strange view. At the foot of the mountain is a lush forest, 1,000 zhang up is shrubs and tall grass, another 1,000 zhang is sparse weeds, further up, it gradually becomes ice fields and snowy land, and near the summit, several thousand zhang are faint white lights flashing, even without ice and snow.

  From bottom to top, they are dark green, yellow-green, withered yellow and white.

  Ten thousand feet high is the Thunderbolt Mountain, and just at its foot there are forests that stretch for dozens of miles. The trees in this forest grow extremely tall and large, with giant trees that would be considered tree kings in ordinary forests, but here at the foot of Thunderbolt Mountain, they are only considered ordinary trees.

  Lin Ming walked all the way, and even saw a ancient tree that needed more than ten people to hug together, with a height of nearly one hundred zhang. The exposed roots on the ground were as big as a temple, and the age of the tree was at least four or five thousand years old.

  The deeper the water, the bigger the fish; similarly, the taller the trees in a forest, the more ferocious the beasts they harbor.

  It's not just these giant beasts, but also the poisonous insects and snakes hidden in the grass that are extremely deadly. Fortunately, Lin Ming had applied a special Huangjiu wine from Nanjiang to his body, which made him immune to these toxins.

  Lin Ming had been cautious all along the way, and when he saw these giant trees, he didn't find it strange that the Thunderbolt Mountain could give birth to a Thunderbolt Lizard equivalent to a congenital martial artist.

  The sunlight in the forest was blocked by the dense trees, and the thick vines hung down from the trees like giant pythons. Lin Ming occasionally saw some large ferocious beasts squeezing through the dense forest, breaking branches and twigs with a loud cracking sound that made one's heart skip a beat.

  For these ferocious beasts, Lin Ming could avoid them if he could, but for those that charged at him with their eyes closed, he would simply kill them with a swing of his hand.

  Like this. Lin Ming safely passed through the outer forest of Thunderbolt Mountain and arrived at the mountain slope grassland area, where the grass was not much shorter than a person, and inside were snakes and insects everywhere. After walking for a while, Lin Ming suddenly had an idea, he saw that in the distance, there was a circular area of about three zhang (about 10 meters) with no grass growing at all, revealing black rocks.

  This rock is actually a magnetite, and in the cracks of this ore, a white sword-shaped grass grows stubbornly. The grass is about one foot high, with a small white fruit in the center of the grass, and there is a faint flash of electricity on the fruit.

  Dragon's Beard!

  Lin Ming had previously bought a booklet introducing the Thunderbolt Mountain, and at a glance, he recognized this plant as Thunderbolt Grass. The Thunderbolt Grass was very eye-catching. Because they only grew on Yuan Magnetic Ore, and due to the presence of thunder power, there would be no other plants around, making it easy to identify at a glance.

  "The white leaves have faint red stripes on the veins, and it's probably over 50 years old." Lin Ming plucked the small white fruit from the heart of the Thunderbolt Grass, but he didn't touch the Thunderbolt Grass itself. It grew on top of a Yuan Magnetic Ore, and it wasn't easy to cultivate. Lin Ming didn't want to destroy it. Taking only the fruit with the richest Thunderbolt Force was enough.

  He held the white fruit in his palm, and with a thought, Lin Ming drained the thunder force contained within. The thunder force then flowed through Lin Ming's meridians into his heart, where it was absorbed by the Evil God Seed without any hesitation.

  Lin Ming sensed the power of Lei Ling's evil spirit seed with his soul force, and he was slightly disappointed. The power of Lei Ling had hardly grown at all, it seemed that the Thunderbolt Grass from fifty years ago was not very valuable to him.

  Lin Ming let out a sigh, this was just the outer reaches of Thunderbolt Mountain, and the power of thunder here wasn't even as rich as the Seven Profound Martial House's Thunder Roar Valley. It wouldn't have any effect on the growth of his Thunder Soul, which wasn't strange at all. It seemed that his dream of cultivating a large quantity of low-grade Thunderbolt Grass to nurture his Thunder Soul was about to shatter.

  To cultivate Lei Ling, one must find several hundred or even thousand-year-old Thunder Grass. Alternatively, one can obtain it from the Thunder Lizard's body, and there is also a possibility of finding Lei Ling on Mount Thunder.

  Of course, it's the last possibility. Lin Ming didn't hold out any hope, even if there really was a Thunder Spirit, it would probably be at the summit of the Thunderbolt Mountain, where lightning flashed all year round, and it was most likely to give birth to a Thunder Spirit. However, with his own strength, he wouldn't even make it to the summit alive.

  Lin Ming continued forward, walking for a while before faintly hearing the sounds of fighting up ahead.

  In these dense forests and tall grasses, sometimes one has to guard not only against ferocious beasts but also against martial artists; here it's too easy to kill someone, rob them of their goods, and then destroy all traces.

  However, Lin Ming didn't need to worry about this, as most of the warriors who appeared on Thunder Mountain were below the Bone Forging stage.

  Although it is said that even the post-heavenly warriors dare not venture above the middle of Leiting Mountain, in fact, the post-heavenly warriors basically do not come to Leiting Mountain.

  Because the only notable specialty of Leiting Mountain is Leiting Grass, most warriors who come here are for picking Leiting Grass. A hundred-year-old Leiting Grass can sell for over a hundred taels of gold, but for warriors above the Condensing Pulse stage, it's not even worth a glance.

  Lin Ming passed through a thicket of shrubs and saw someone's shadow flashing in front of him. The sound of fighting grew clearer, and he could clearly hear the sound of swords clashing and low growls.

  Dispersing his spiritual energy, Lin Ming saw that not far away, on a patch of empty land, five martial artists were surrounding and killing an unknown ferocious beast. This ferocious beast looked like a rhinoceros, but it had scales on its back, and its tail was thick and long with sharp spikes at the end.

  Judging from the aura emitted by this ferocious beast, its strength is unlikely to be weaker than that of a warrior in the Easy Tendon period. Not only is it thick-skinned and fleshy, but also has a long tail with sharp thorns, which can shatter large rocks with just one swipe.

  The five warriors who surrounded it were three men and two women, all with a small green dragon emblem on the right chest of their clothes, seemingly from the same family or sect. The two women were twins, looking around ten years old, both in the initial stage of Qi refining, wielding long swords. Their attacks were clearly not powerful enough, and the sword energy cut into the iron-armored rhinoceros without causing any harm.

  Another young man who looked about the same age as the twin girls was also in the early stages of practicing Zang, and his strength was roughly equal to that of the two girls, at most playing a supporting role.

  The last two older warriors are Easy Tendon Initial Stage and Easy Tendon Pinnacle.

  The main attacker was the warrior at the top of the Easy Muscle Peak, who wore a black suit and wielded a black iron rod. Against this beast with its body covered in armor, swords and knives were not very effective, but the long rod's killing power was the greatest. The black-clad warrior was also quick-witted and quick-handed, every time taking advantage of the Iron Armor's distraction to attack others, he would swiftly and ruthlessly strike it with a rod.

  He aimed at the brow of the Ironclad Rhinoceros, where its central nervous system was located, and also its greatest weakness.

  The Ironclad Rhinoceros had a strong defense, but it couldn't withstand the Black Warrior's blow by blow. Slowly, its vision began to blur, its movements slowed down, and finally, its nostrils and ears started bleeding.

  The black-clothed warrior saw that the timing was almost ripe, and his body's true yuan burst forth, with a layer of crimson light covering the black mysterious iron rod in his hand.

  "The Five Peaks have collapsed!"

  The black-clothed warrior let out a loud shout, using his strongest martial art technique, and struck the iron-armored rhinoceros's forehead with one rod, producing a light cracking sound. The rhinoceros's head caved in a block, its skull clearly shattered.

  The iron-armored rhinoceros let out a mournful bellow, shook twice, and crashed heavily to the ground.

  "Brother Shifu's Five Peaks Crumbling Fist is really powerful!" The young man, who was less than twenty years old, saw the black-clothed martial artist knock an iron-armored rhinoceros to death with one stick and hurriedly came over to flatter him.

  The black-clad warrior burst out laughing and obviously enjoyed the horse very much. "Little Dragon, go cut off this rhino horn. This thing can sell for a lot of money."

  "Alright." The young man named Xiaolong responded with a shout and eagerly went to cut the rhinoceros horn.

  Two twin sisters approached, one of whom opened her mouth with a hint of envy: "Brother Shifu's Wu Yue Bao is getting more and more powerful, my sister and I still haven't learned any martial skills yet..."

  In the words, there is both admiration for the black-clad warriors and a small amount of resentment. For ordinary warriors, the inheritance of martial skills is a rare thing.

  These five people are considered to be low-ranking warriors, with unremarkable talents and ordinary family backgrounds. They joined a small, unknown sect that was barely a dozen people strong, with only one so-called "master" who had reached the peak of martial arts prowess.

  These five people, in terms of strength, are far inferior even to the worst disciple of the Seven Absolute Martial Arts Schools.

  Upon hearing the complaints of the two sisters, the black-clad warrior burst out laughing and said: "Sang Yu, Sang Lan, don't be disheartened. Your talents aren't bad. Work hard and Master will teach you. In a couple of days, I'll mention it to Master and have him pass on the 'Jiuhua Sword' to you."

  The two sisters were overjoyed and sweetly said: "Thank you, Big Brother Master."

  The black-clothed warrior nodded in satisfaction, he really enjoyed the feeling of affecting others' fate, especially when they were a pair of beautiful twin sisters.

  Just then, he noticed Lin Ming not far away. Someone suddenly appeared in such a close place, and his heart was shocked, and he hadn't noticed it before.

  But the other party has just entered the initial stage of practicing Zang, so it's not worth paying attention to.

  The black-clad warrior's eyes flickered, and he seemed to recall something. He turned to Lin Ming and said, "That friend of yours, is he here to temper himself on Thunderbolt Mountain? Do you want us to take him along for the ride? The price can be negotiated, but with your current cultivation at the initial stage of Qi Condensation, going solo on Thunderbolt Mountain would mean certain death if you encounter a Thunderbolt Lizard."

  The black-clothed warrior said so, and the other four people only then noticed Lin Ming. After noticing Lin Ming's cultivation, they were all somewhat surprised. Truly, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers; with merely a Practicing Qi initial stage cultivation, there was actually someone who dared to venture into Thunderbolt Mountain.

  "It's all right, I'm used to being alone."

  Rejected by Lin Ming, the black-clothed warrior smiled slightly on his face, but didn't say anything. In his heart, he was secretly delighted and thought that this young man really didn't know how high the sky was or how thick the earth was. At 15 or 16 years old, reaching the initial stage of Qi Condensation was indeed impressive, but it was inevitable that he would become overconfident. After a while, you'll have your bitter fruit to swallow, and if things go wrong, you might even lose your life.

  The young man beside the black-clad warrior heard Lin Ming's refusal and muttered under his breath, "He really doesn't know what's good for him. Eldest Senior Brother is willing to take him in because he thinks highly of him, but he still refuses. He's just waiting for death."