Chapter 1007: 629, God of Thunder_2
Chapter 1007: 629, God of Thunder_2
“Kongyin, have you really not considered transferring schools?” The plump girl in the same dormitory asked through the glass door: “Look at your clothes, they’re filthy. This Agricultural College isn’t a place for class, they’re clearly treating you all like laborers.”
No one in the washroom spoke.
The girl continued: “You could easily be acting outside, why come to the college, and now you’re even farming. Do you know what people are saying? That you’re a fallen princess, it’s infuriating to hear. I know you came to the college seeking cultivation heritage to protect yourself, but going to the Agricultural College doesn’t align with your goals. What can you learn there?”
At this moment, Jindai Kongyin wrapped in a towel, walked out of the bathroom.
She sat on the bed, lost in thought, occasionally glancing at the vast ocean outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
“What kind of princess am I? I’m just an ordinary Time Traveler like you,” Jindai Kongyin said.
The plump girl sat on the bed eating chips: “It’s different, before you became a Time Traveler, you were the artistic goddess from the Island Country over there, the lead actress of a national treasure director, like the equivalent of our country’s ‘Mou Girl’.”
Jindai Kongyin looked at the blisters on her hands, then smiled gracefully: “That’s all in the past, let’s not talk about it. I need to rest a bit, today was really exhausting.”
“Kongyin, I’m really curious, why do you want to join the Agricultural College?” The girl asked.
Jindai Kongyin smiled: “I just thought maybe there’s someone there. Although I haven’t found them yet, they might appear someday. It’s rather interesting. Moreover, the Agricultural College has few people, I can rank top fifty easily, having these points is nice.”
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Morning at the Agricultural College.
Zard happily brought a chair for Qing Chen, who reclined in it with a smile: “Two less people, only six left.”
At this time, only Nan Gong Yuanyu, Sun Chu Ci, Tuan Zi, Ma Jingjing, Yi Wenbo, and Jindai Kongyin remained on the field, as Xiao Yu and Li Mengyun had transferred schools.
Qing Chen did not mind.
Nan Gong Yuanyu calmly asked: “Principal, the pits are all dug, what do we do today?”
“Cover them.”
The six students all showed surprised expressions, mixed with some misunderstanding and anger.
Qing Chen said: “You can still transfer schools now.”
As he talked, he began to relax with closed eyes, visualizing the Lei Jue in his mind.
He found that even just imagining those Immortal seal characters seemed to continuously nourish and slowly strengthen the thunder within his body.
One wonders what changes may occur after parsing the full text.
Nan Gong Yuanyu paused for a moment, then turned to fetch a shovel to refill the pits.
The others quietly began to take action.
From morning until evening, Qing Chen lay as if sunbathing on the beach.
Once the six people refilled all the pits, he had Zard pick a leaf of Chicken Blood Sprout for everyone: “Crush it and apply it to your hands to heal wounds. Apply it to prevent your hands from being too damaged to work tomorrow.”
With that, he walked into the shadow of the War Fortress building.
Zheng Yuandong leaned against the wall, smiling: “You’re still so young, yet quite ruthless. I see Tuan Zi and Jindai Kongyin had red eyes while filling up the pits.”
Qing Chen didn’t respond to this, instead asking: “Have the Taoist priests been invited?”
“They’ve been invited, all knowledgeable in Immortal seal.”
Ten minutes later, Qing Chen was sitting in the Kunlun command center, looking at five elderly Taoist priests with graying hair, politely saying: “I’ve invited you to help translate some texts.”
The old Taoist: “Do we get meals?”
Qing Chen paused: “Yes.”
“Then that’s fine.”
Qing Chen couldn’t help but laugh. The Taoists were seemingly more carefree than the Buddhists, not asking for payment, but just a meal.
“Do you have any other requests?” Qing Chen asked.
“No,” one of them said, with drooping eyelids and eyebrows reaching his chin: “Just being able to see the ancestral legacy is difficult enough, logically speaking, we should thank you.”
Qing Chen shook his head: “I won’t show you the full text. I’ll divide the 281 words into five parts in random order for each of you to cross-translate, verifying correctness.”
The old Taoist smiled: “No problem, just tell us the name of the article after the translation is done.”
Qing Chen glanced at Zheng Yuandong, then split the Lei Jue into five parts, each part containing 201 words, overlapping them to prevent anyone from pretending to understand.
If three people simultaneously translated a word correctly, he could believe it.
After all, there weren’t many Taoists left in the world who understood the Immortal seal.
In less than half an hour, the five old Taoists each handed over a paper.
Qing Chen first pieced together the title, puzzling: “The title is ‘Wanshen Leisi’?”
An old Taoist’s eyes sparkled: “Wanshen Leisi, does it really exist in this world? The Wanshen Leisi of Jiutian Yingyuan Leisheng Puhua Tianzun?”
Qing Chen ignored him, instead using his memory to reassemble the words translated by the old Taoists into the transmission of Wanshen Leisi.
These 281 words, excluding the title Wanshen Leisi, left 277 words.
It was divided into four sections.
The first section was the Ultimate Way.
The second section was Fate.
The third section was Three Disasters and Nine Tribulations.
The fourth section was Life Command and Death Command.
Another four-section Breathing Technique?
Why is orthodox cultivation heritage always four-section Breathing Technique? Zhunti Method is, Wanshen Leisi is too.