"Heaven and Earth are the origin of all things, the root of all energy. Through extensive cultivation through countless eons, I will prove my divine powers."
Zhang Chulan chuckled self-deprecatingly, his body radiating golden flames composed of Qi, which burned fiercely around him, forming a protective shield.
A golden light flashed, and Zhang Chulan suddenly jumped, instantly arriving above Xu Le's head. Seeing that Xu Le was not making any movement, he stomped down.
However, he didn't feel like he was stepping on anything solid. Zhang Chulan lightly touched the ground with one foot to lose balance and stand up. Xu Le, who was standing there, had disappeared. He looked around but couldn't find him anywhere.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind Zhang Chulan: "Are you looking for me?"
Zhang Chulan turned around abruptly, her slender hand lightly slapping his abdomen, shattering the hard golden light on his body. The pain and weakness spread throughout his body, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees.
Zhang Chulan struggled to lift his head and meet Xu Le's eyes. That deep gaze, that look of a god looking down on the world, made him clearly feel Xu Le's indifference to human life, the indifference humans have towards ants, the indifference of a higher being towards a lower being.
"Hehehe..."
Zhang Chulan tasted the metallic sweetness in his mouth and forced a dry laugh, suppressing the pain.
Xu Le looked at Zhang Chulan, who had started to laugh, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes. He could feel the lightning slowly gathering in Zhang Chulan's hand.
White lightning crackled and popped in Zhang Chulan's hand. Xu Le sensed it and found that although the power was not strong, it was extremely powerful for ordinary superhumans. No wonder it could be used as a trump card and become a secret technique of the Celestial Master's Mansion.
However, Xu Le already had a general idea of Zhang Chulan's strength. Based on the strength estimate in the comics, his strength was among the best of the younger generation. This was the result of his inefficient training under surveillance for ten years. If he hadn't stopped training for those ten years, he could at least have become a level of powerhouse like the Old Master Zhang Zhiwei, or even surpass him.
Now that Zhang Chulan's strength has been calculated, there's no need to continue fighting. After all, Zhang Chulan's lightning magic is too powerful and could easily cause a sensation.
Xu Le then gently touched the electric spark in Zhang Chulan's hand with his right finger, simulating an environment in the confined space. The molecular temperature rose, increasing molecular motion, while the magnetic field strength dropped sharply, losing its magnetism. The molecules began to try to escape the central temperature. At this moment, the resistance of the conductors in the environment rose sharply, and the conductivity decreased. At the same time, Xu Le used his telekinesis to disperse the water molecules in the air, reducing the humidity.
In this simulated environment, Zhang Chulan was astonished to find that his lightning magic had dissipated. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't summon it anymore. It was as if the surrounding space could no longer gather lightning, and his lightning magic had completely failed. Losing his trump card, Zhang Chulan stared wide-eyed and asked incredulously, "How did you do that? Why can't I use lightning magic anymore?"
Xu Le canceled the simulation environment, and the humidity and molecular temperature in the vicinity of Zhang Chulan returned to normal. Zhang Chulan tried it again, and the lightning magic could be used again. With a puzzled look, Zhang Chulan stared straight at Xu Le, wanting him to give an explanation.
Xu Le smiled and said, "The generation of lightning requires the friction of positive and negative charges in temperature. Although lightning magic is a supernatural phenomenon, its essence still has to abide by the laws of physics. The principle of lightning magic should be to carry out high-intensity friction of positive and negative charges in a certain way, while for some special reason, it will not harm the caster."
Therefore, I used my telekinesis to simulate the molecular motion environment, raising the temperature at the molecular center and simultaneously drawing moisture from the air out of this small space, thus depriving the generation of lightning of its foundation. No matter how powerful your lightning magic is, it cannot generate lightning out of thin air. Without these foundations, your lightning magic is useless. In short, knowledge is power.
Master math, physics, and chemistry, and you'll be able to go anywhere in the world without fear.
Xu Le wasn't particularly knowledgeable about lightning, but he had only happened to read an article about the process of lightning generation and formation. He wondered if he could generate and destroy lightning by simulating such an environment using his mental power. After thousands of attempts, he finally succeeded.
However, simulating this environment requires a lot of mental energy. Just using it on Zhang Chulan for a short time has already consumed 80% of it, and his body has already sent out signals of weakness.
Moreover, it can only be maintained in a very small area. It's okay for dealing with weak opponents, but against strong opponents of the same level, it's already half-dead before it can even simulate the environment. Its practicality is insufficient and it needs further improvement.
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Chapter 69: Beware of the Warm Man (Just an act, no female lead, one of the three subplots in the main storyline)
(One of the three threads of the mastermind's scheme is not about finding a woman.)
"Think it through carefully yourself. You're too weak right now. Wait until you're stronger before asking me these questions."
Xu Le looked at the dejected Zhang Chulan but did not offer any comfort. Instead, he stated the fact in a flat tone.
After all, Zhang Chulan is a very interesting toy; if he loses his fighting spirit, then it's no fun.
"Hahaha, I won't be defeated like that. See you next time then." Zhang Chulan stood up with a grin, chatted with Xu Le for a few words as if nothing had happened, and then turned and left.
Zhang Chulan walked for a long time without turning back. The playful expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a gloomy look. His brows furrowed, forming a deep frown.
The sky was a pale blue, and the buildings behind me seemed to have been ground into the most terrifying flood beasts, roaring as they carried away time and love, desperately tearing at the leaden clouds. There was no rain in the whole world, yet the pain in my chest was overwhelming, clamoring for release.
Zhang Chulan wandered alone through the crowd, the world seemingly muted, the sounds of passersby blocked by a wall. At that moment, Zhang Chulan felt abandoned by the entire world.
He didn't know how long it lasted, but a ray of light appeared in the originally dark world, and two people stood in the dazzling light, looking at him with smiles.
"Grandpa! Dad!" Zhang Chulan could no longer hold back. Tears welled up in his eyes, then streamed down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground with a soft "plop," seeping into the earth. Only that puddle proved that it had been there.
Tears blurred his vision. Zhang Chulan pushed aside the newcomer beside him and ran forward desperately, but what seemed like a few steps felt like an insurmountable chasm, blocking his way.
Zhang Chulan wiped away his tears, but there was nothing in front of him. It was as if everything had been a dream. Only the passersby beside him were watching him nervously, as if they were looking at a madman.
Zhang Chulan suddenly seemed to understand something. He wiped away his tears, a mischievous smile returning to his face. Looking at the overcast sky, he whispered, "I understand. I will definitely cultivate diligently, defeat that man, and uncover the truth. Grandpa, I was indeed destined not to live an ordinary life."
Zhang Chulan seemed like a different person, with a sly smile that was quite charming. Several young girls around him blushed. Zhang Chulan was already good-looking, but his previous loser-like demeanor had ruined his image.
Xu Le watched Zhang Chulan's changes from the air, a smile appearing on his lips. In this world, if anyone could be his opponent, besides Zhang Tianshi, who was already the strongest superhuman, it would be this Zhang Chulan, who had not yet grown up. Sometimes, raising a protagonist as a pastime is not bad.
As Xu Le watched Zhang Chulan's departing figure and was about to leave, a chilling aura appeared within his divine sense's range.
Xu Le followed the divine thought and looked over, a playful smile on his face. He said, "I didn't expect to run into you here. What a coincidence."
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Liu Yanyan wore a loose-fitting printed short-sleeved shirt and a flowing pleated skirt. Her orange hair was tied in a ponytail, and she wore a white hat with a pink rabbit pattern. Her healthy wheat-colored skin did not detract from her overall beauty; instead, it gave her a sporty and youthful vibe.
Who would have thought that this trendy young woman spent her entire life practicing the Corpse-Driving Technique within her family before the age of 16, spending her days surrounded by corpses? Before she succeeded in her training, the corpse energy within her body would corrode the life force of ordinary people.
Liu Yanyan wandered around the snack street. It was the third day since she escaped from the Liu family. This feeling of freedom made her feel unprecedentedly happy, and this feeling made her even more convinced of her decision: never to go back to the Liu family.
Liu Yanyan took out her money to pay the shopkeeper, took the gourd from his hand, and bit into the surface of the gourd with her teeth. The sweetness of the fruit and the sourness of the hawthorn mixed together, and a taste called happiness filled her mouth.
She couldn't imagine what her parents and relatives were thinking that would make her learn the art of corpse driving.
A little girl, only a few years old, was surrounded by rows of cold, grotesque corpses while other children played with dolls. Confined to her small room by the reason that she couldn't spread the stench of death to others, her only confidante was the dead.
Day after day, she had no freedom and no friends. Even so, Liu Yanyan thought she could just endure it. Finally, at the age of 16, she finished learning the art of corpse driving, but a single sentence from a relative shattered all her efforts.
Unable to use abilities, unable to control corpses, just live an honest life like an ordinary person!