Chapter 179 The Real master

“You have good insight. I was indeed saved by Grandmaster Wu Ji and have been waiting for my real master to appear!”

“Real master?”

“Ah, another 27 are coming! I run, I run!” Wen Wen deliberately glossed over Su Mian’s words and after this group of lightning strikes fell, the final layer of white light disappeared completely.

Wen Wen braced himself, holding a white fan high in the air with one hand, his long hair flying in the wind. He knew that without spiritual power to absorb, the next thing that came would be a real catastrophe!

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Su Mian had never seen such a serious Wen Wen before and he really did seem a bit like a celestial being!

Before Su Mian had time to take a closer look, lightning resounded across the sky with an aura that was an unknown number of times stronger than before. Even Su Mian had to put away her curiosity.

When she looked again, the white fan in Wen Wen’s hand had been reduced to the fan’s skeleton and his long hair that had danced in the wind a moment ago had been scorched.

Without the support of spiritual power, Wen Wen had almost been struck by lightning just now!

In Su Mian’s previous life, she had a cellmate who loved to read novels and narrated them at night. When celestial beings underwent a calamity, they would throw out their treasures one by one.

Looking at Wen Wen standing there motionlessly for a long time, surely he would not have just a broken fan. Su Mian was anxious but she could not help, “What other treasures do you have, throw them out quickly!”

After dodging another lightning strike, Wen Wen’s eyes twitched, “You really think I’m like you humans? Our clan does not use those nasty methods. We will keep our face and depend on strength!”

Before he finished speaking, lightning fell again. Wen Wen hurriedly threw away the fan and avoided it.

Wen Wen raised his head and looked up again. The thicker and thicker black clouds were gathering and he wailed. This time, surely he would fail again!

He wanted to throw away his treasures too! But he had none!

Last time, he had thrown away all his treasures and only this broken fan was left. If his grandmaster had not come in time, it was likely that even this fan would have been no more.

“Then what will you do? After a few more lightning strikes, I’m afraid you won’t be able to withstand it anymore!” Su Mian raised her eyes up to rolling dark clouds in the sky. Surely she was not seeing it wrongly, why did she feel like the clouds were even thicker than before?!

Before Su Mian had finished speaking, Wen Wen was really struck and the long hair that he had been proud of had been instantly burned off. Now he was bald.

Su Mian laughed so hard that she doubled over. Bald Wen Wen looked even cuter!

“You, you’re still laughing!” Wen Wen became furious, “I have never seen such an inhumane master like you!” Just as he said this, he covered his head and dodged another two strikes of lightning.

Wen Wen counted silently in his heart. This time, he had passed 70 lightning strikes and there was no sign of it stopping. He had only passed 71 strikes last time and just needed one more.

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Looking at the clouds above his head, it was absolutely impossible that there would only be two more. There would be 81 lightning strikes this time!

Forcibly suppressing his inner excitement, Wen Wen glanced quickly at Su Mian who was walking around in the distance. He had not expected her blood to be so pure!

The last time his master was a Taoist cultivator, Wen Wen had only experienced 72 strikes of lightning, but Su Mian had more potential than a Taoist cultivator.

Wen Wen wailed like a ghost and howled like a wolf. His clothes had been burnt to pieces. Both his sleeves were burnt off and a big part of the front of his Taoist robe had also been burnt off, only enough to cover the vital parts was left.

Wen Wen’s speed had clearly slowed down. Another lightning strike fell and a burst of black smoke burst out of his arm.

Su Mian saw that Wen Wen was injured, but did not dare to go over. She could only shout, “Wen Wen, are you alright? How many more are there?!”

“This is the 79th lightning strike, there should be two more!”


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