Feng Jun racked his brains to defend against this Yin Soul, but even so, he wasn’t sure how much the other party knew about his secrets. So as soon as he had a free hand, he needed to deal with them quickly.
He wasn’t surprised that the other party knew Kong Ziyi was suffering from the "Chaos Yin-Yang Curse," and it was normal for them to know he had a Soul Stone—after all, such things occasionally slipped out during conversations.
In response to its complaints, he could only apologize, "Truly sorry, I have no intention of being your enemy, senior."
"How about this," a female voice spoke hauntingly, "don’t you need a Storage Bag? I know of a place with a Myriad Transformation Gourd, about ten thousand tis the size of your Large Storage Bag. Would this be enough to exchange for the Soul Stone?"
Feng Jun’s Large Storage Bag was thirty-six cubic km, and this Yin Soul was offering him a storage device ten thousand tis larger, which ant... thirty-six billion cubic km?
One square kiloter is one million square ters; thirty-six billion cubic ters is like a lake covering a hundred square kiloters, with a depth of thirty-six ters encompassing the entire water volu.
Huaxia’s fourth-largest freshwater lake, Hongze Lake, spans over a thousand square kiloters with an average depth of 1.9 ters, and its total water wouldn’t fill this Myriad Transformation Gourd.
And how much could such a massive Storage Bag be worth? At least over a billion Spirit Stones.
Feng Jun shook his head, "Sorry, this is not an equivalent exchange, and I have no intention of taking advantage of you like that..."
"I don’t really understand how much the Soul Stone ans to you... How about this, with my Large Storage Bag, if you bring two such storage bags in exchange, I won’t drive you out of your Soul Stone."
"Hm?" the female voice humd, hesitated for a mont before speaking in a tone of mingled laughter, "To think soone like is only worth two Storage Bags, this joke could make laugh for a hundred years."
"Don’t laugh, senior," Feng Jun coughed lightly, "In a few more minutes, the Peerless Thunderclap will be here... It’s not easy to wait for a thunder like this. Will you leave on your own, or trade with ?"
"I... can’t find such a small Storage Bag for now," the female voice replied helplessly, "but I am willing to trade with you. If it doesn’t work out, you can use the Myriad Transformation Gourd first, and we can trade it back once I find a suitable one... Won’t you leave quickly?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Jun took the Soul Stone and started running—there were still about five minutes left, so there was no need to use Blink.
However, the Yin Soul couldn’t help it, "Use your body technique! Even if your technique is unsightly, it’s better than crawling like this!"
Crawling... Feng Jun almost cursed out loud. With this speed on the Earth Realm, forget breaking Olympic records, I could at least claim to be the King of the Land—and you call this crawling?
However, since the Big Boss had spoken, and he still wanted to bargain for two Storage Bags, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and Blink.
Blink, blink, and blink again... and then, in the next mont, a bolt of lightning struck him squarely on the forehead.
Luckily, this bolt wasn’t very strong, equivalent to his full power Falling Thunder Technique. His forehead was wrapped in a Lightning Protection Talisman, which wasn’t of the highest grade, but it was specialized for lightning.
Moreover, his left arm was blocking his forehead, which absorbed so of the lightning. So, he only stiffened slightly and then continued running—he didn’t want to blink anymore.
The Yin Soul spoke again, "Tsk tsk, such a small bolt of lightning, look how scared you are... Can you have so courage?"
Feng Jun retorted unhappily, "As if you’re not afraid of the lightning."
The Yin Soul answered indifferently, "I’m really not afraid of such small lightning. You’ve been using Thunder Tempering on for five days. Did I ever complain? Even if it went on for another fifty days, I wouldn’t be afraid!"
"Impressive," Feng Jun couldn’t help but praise sincerely, although he couldn’t help but feel a bit curious, "Then why don’t you dare stay in one place when I change it?"
The Yin Soul explained disdainfully, "It’s a matter of realm that you’re quite far from understanding. Once you change the place, I know there’d be a big problem; the subsequent lightning could severely harm . If the Soul Stone breaks, I won’t even have a place to flee to... Lightning is the natural enemy of Yin Souls."
It was speaking the truth and wasn’t afraid that Feng Jun would threaten it with the Soul Stone—Feng Jun prized the Soul Stone much more than the high-level Yin Soul itself, being ready to use lightning to refine it.
As expected, Feng Jun grinned, "I hadn’t considered that lightning could break the Soul Stone."
The Yin Soul fell silent—what else could it say?
However, perhaps it hadn’t spoken for a while, and shortly after, it spoke in Feng Jun’s mind again, "Your deduction skills are far beyond your cultivation level, being able to predict where strong lightning will appear."
In her lifeti, she could also do that, but with her cultivation level, she couldn’t just predict it on a whim.
Feng Jun casual lied, "I’m not particularly skilled at deductions; sotis they’re accurate, sotis they’re not."
"h," the Yin Soul scoffed disdainfully. It had seen him perform deductions more than once, knowing he’s quite adept at it, but it wasn’t interested in an argunt.
After a while, it couldn’t help but ask, "Why don’t you want the Myriad Transformation Gourd? I’m willing to give it to you."
"Don’t get greedy," Feng Jun replied nonchalantly, "Finding a reason to evict the original owner from their house might pass for now, but to extort you in addition... It’s against my conscience."
It wasn’t just about the conscience; his past experiences taught him that extorting a Big Boss is a very dangerous thing.
Feng Jun himself is such a person. If a nobody takes his things but has a reason that he can accept, he’s too lazy to bother. But if the person tries to take advantage, don’t bla him for being ruthless.
"Don’t be greedy for cheap things," the Yin Spirit repeated in a low voice, then changed the subject, "When you return to that little house, don’t tell that little girl that I communicated with you."
"That’s no problem," Feng Jun was not a blabbermouth, but he was curious, "Why?"
The Yin Spirit snorted unhappily, "No reason... Do I need a reason?"
Feng Jun imdiately shut his mouth. It’s best to avoid provoking such a big boss who can make the Soul Stone fly by itself.
Unconsciously, a few more bolts of lightning struck, but Feng Jun finally managed to enter the iron house just before the Peerless Thunderclap descended.
Kong Ziyi didn’t know what he had done, only saw him running back and forth. Seeing him enter the house, she spoke up, "The thunder today is a bit loud. Looking at the weather, I guess there will be a storm."
Before she could finish, a strong light burst in from the window, illuminating the whole iron house. In the dim room, the light was blinding, and Kong Ziyi squinted reflexively.
Three or four seconds later, another bright flash darted across, no less brilliant than the previous one.
Right after that ca the third, fourth...
Kong Ziyi instinctively glanced out the window, even though it was only twenty centiters square, "Is this... also lightning?"
The answer to her was a thunderclap, the enormous sound of which made the whole house tremble.
"Such powerful thunder?" Kong Ziyi was astonished, then used the knowledge she just learned from the Thunder practitioners to estimate the distance of the lightning based on the ti between the thunder and lightning.
Then she was shocked, "It’s about a dozen miles away from us... This lightning should be the kind that can kill a Golden Core, right?"
Feng Jun answered with a smile, "I don’t know if one bolt of lightning can kill a Golden Core, four in succession should be about right."
Kong Ziyi was a bit dazed, "So the Thunder Plains really have such big thunder?"
A light snort echoed in Feng Jun’s mind, and it was that Yin Spirit speaking again, "Does this count as big thunder? This little girl really lacks insight...and you too, talking about Peerless Thunderclap, this thunder is far from it."
"How could we compare to soone like you, sir," Feng Jun responded with his mind, "This thunder is almost enough to kill a Golden Core; for us, it’s already imnse."
The Yin Spirit was silent for three or four seconds before transmitting another thought, "It is almost enough; without good lightning protection tools, even a Nascent Soul could be half-dead... You really are sothing; such thunder is rare in Thunder Plains."
Feng Jun was intrigued, "Senior, are you quite familiar with the Thunder Plains?"
The Yin Spirit replied casually, "I’ve followed you here twice... Do you think you’re the only one who can calculate?"
Feng Jun decided not to ask anymore; this big boss had a sharp tongue and seed to hold so grudge against him, so it’s better not to provoke it further.
Before long, torrential rain began to pour. In Thunder Plains, you almost never see light rain; when it rains, it’s a storm, with the only difference being the intensity of the downpour.
Today’s rain was truly heavy, much more so than the last storm Feng Jun encountered, with flashes and thunder, like a depiction of the apocalypse.
Kong Ziyi couldn’t help but frown and say, "Such heavy rain is really unprecedented. Zixia Peak in Taiqing also has plenty of rain, and heavy rain isn’t unusual, but I’ve never seen such heavy rain."
The Yin Spirit, however, disdainfully said in Feng Jun’s mind, "Tsk, barely a hundred-year-old brat, talking about unprecedented experiences?"
Feng Jun couldn’t help but ntally retort: Big Boss, I quite like your aloofness when you’re not talking.
However, this big boss might have been lonely for too long, occasionally saying a few words in his mind, and he didn’t mind if there was no response.
Feng Jun watched the downpour, listened to the thunder, occasionally exchanging a few words with Kong Ziyi, and in his mind, he had to endure the big boss’s chatter. This peculiar sensation... is truly sothing only those who experience it will understand.
The downpour didn’t last long; in less than an hour, the clouds dispersed, and the rain stopped.
Feng Jun stood up, "While there’s little thunder, let’s head to the gathering place, and follow the clouds."
Thunder Plains is a peculiar place, but the weather isn’t entirely without pattern—for instance, once a thunderstorm has passed, there won’t be another in a short ti.
Similarly, after a thunderstorm, there’s temporarily no chance of clear sky lightning, as the air is still moist at this ti.
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