Chapter 401: The Essence of Heavenly Thunder, Chong Jing's Plea for Mercy
The Black Dragon ate his fill in Taihu Lake and returned to Shenjing Palace filled with grief and anger. He then took the jade bottle containing the essence of heavenly thunder from the little Taoist Chongjing, flew straight into the sky above Qingming, and began to practice magic.
Clouds move at the Chen hour, thunder sounds at the Si hour, three points and four centimeters of heavenly thunder's essence are collected at the Wu hour, two points and nine centimeters of heavenly thunder's essence are collected at the Wei hour, and one point and seven centimeters of heavenly thunder's essence are collected at the Shen hour.
After four hours, he had collected eight parts of the essence of the heavenly thunder, and was still five parts away from one inch and three points. However, the black dragon's magic power was already insufficient, and his spirit was unstable, so he had to fall back to the Shenjing Palace to recuperate.
A black dragon came down from the sky, and the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, turning into red clouds that filled the sky at the hour of You, as if they were on fire, and extremely gorgeous.
He transformed into a human form, and his already pale face became even paler.
Chong Jing stood in front of him holding the Moon God Banner and asked, "Have you taken enough?"
The Black Dragon was too lazy to pay attention to him and threw the jade bottle to him.
The young Taoist boy Chong Jing frantically took the jade bottle, afraid of dropping it. Looking through the bottle, he could see a shimmering light, like fireflies constantly appearing and disappearing, and it seemed to be holding a jewel of nectar, making a cool sound when shaken.
Chong Jing said to the little Taoist boy, "There are still five minutes left. Why are you back?"
The black dragon walked towards the golden palace. The little Taoist Chong Jing followed behind him and leaned over to see his expression. "Tired? It turns out that collecting the essence of heavenly thunder is not an easy task."
"The Immortal allows you to rest, but you must harvest one inch and three fen today. The rest of the time is for you to rest."
"It's already Youshi, and there are only less than three hours left. Can you make it in time?"
"If you're too late, please don't let me get punished by the Immortal."
Black Dragon was extremely annoyed and said, "Go away. I'll take a rest and then I'll go."
He transformed into a dragon and climbed up the doorpost of the Golden Palace, turning into a black dragon relief on the doorpost. The dragon ball in his mouth slowly rotated, constantly restoring his magic power and nourishing his spirit.
Chong Jing said angrily: "Why are you so fierce?"
However, Chong Jing had received guidance from Taoist Xiao and had already begun to practice the Flying God Transformation Technique. There was nothing more suitable for visualization than the black dragon in front of him.
Seeing that he was visibly exhausted, Chong Jing took out some camphor and burned it under the doorpost.
The black dragon opened one eye and looked at Chong Jing, letting out a breath through his nose, but did not refuse. Instead, he enjoyed the offering from the little Taoist boy with peace of mind.
The black dragon fell into a deep sleep very quickly. When the camphor incense burned out, the black dragon woke up. Without even saying hello, he stretched out his hand and took the jade bottle from Chong Jing's arms. Then he flew up to the sky again, gathering clouds and stirring up thunder.
It was not yet the You hour, and the black dragon had just barely recovered its spirit, but had to set out again. Otherwise, it might not be able to gather enough heavenly thunder essence before the Zi hour.
If the White Elephant Dragon were to come and see, he would probably understand why the Great Immortal Jin Ting said that a little dragon like him was useless.
Although it is the instinct of dragons to control clouds and rain and stir up wind and thunder, it is not easy to collect the essence of thunder from the friction of yin and yang. Only dragon species have this ability. Others may not be able to achieve such an effect.
The little Taoist boy Chong Jing was watching the clouds and thunder in the sky in the Shenjing Palace. When the clouds dispersed, a huge shadow fell from the sky. When it reached the ground, it just stopped falling and landed in the courtyard.
Chong Jing quickly went up to him and asked, "Are you okay? You don't look well."
The black dragon exhaled a puff of burnt smoke and barely transformed into a human form. The dragon horn on the top of his head was not retracted. The half-broken dragon horn and the pale face made him look extremely miserable, and even gave him a feeling of being on the verge of collapse.
"Take it."
The Black Dragon handed the jade bottle to Chong Jing. Chong Jing glanced at him and carried the jade bottle into the Golden Palace.
Black Dragon leaned against the doorpost and cursed inwardly: "Damn fox demon, don't give me a chance to escape."
One inch and three points, it was clear that he had calculated that his magic power was just enough to obtain so much essence of heavenly thunder, leaving him no time to breathe.
Chong Jing knocked on the door of the Golden Palace and said, "Great Immortal, the Thunder Collector has collected enough of the essence of heavenly thunder."
The doors of the Golden Palace opened silently without a single breath of wind, revealing the magnificent lights within. The Immortal of the Golden Court sat within a cloud of mist, seemingly concentrating.
Chong Jing secretly glanced at the white cloud, handed the jade bottle to the Immortal Jin Ting, and then looked away.
Gong Mengbi stood up, and the white clouds under him turned into a long white tail. He poured out the jade bottle, and the essence of heavenly thunder with flashing electric light flowed out like nectar.
Chong Jing felt his whole body was numb and he was about to lose consciousness.
But the Great Immortal Jin Ting simply rolled up his long tail and rolled the essence of the heavenly thunder into his tail and disappeared.
Gong Mengbi returned the jade bottle to Chong Jing and reluctantly praised him, "Well done."
Chong Jing glanced at Jin Ting Daxian hesitantly, and stammered, "I think the Thunder Collector seems to be exhausted. He may be able to do it for one day, but if this goes on for a long time, I'm afraid he may not be able to collect enough every day."
Gong Mengbi didn't even raise his head and said, "If he doesn't pick enough, then punish him. You don't have to pick any."
Chong Jing felt frustrated and wanted to say a few more words, but Gong Mengbi raised his head and looked at him. His pair of golden eyes were completely different from those of ordinary people, which made his heart skip a beat and he dared not say anything more.
After leaving the Golden Palace, the black dragon had regained some spirit. Looking at the little Taoist Chong Jing, it opened its mouth, revealing its white teeth, and laughed viciously.
Chong Jing suddenly became alert.
The black dragon said, "I have collected enough Heavenly Thunder Essence. I am going to rest now and will come back tomorrow."
Chong Jing asked, "Where are you going?"
Black Dragon said, "Why don't we go to Taihu Lake together?"
Chong Jing felt a chill in his heart, feeling that there was a great deal of malice hidden in his calm tone. He flatly refused and said, "Go by yourself."
The black dragon looked at him deeply, with a look of pity in its eyes, and then turned around and flew away.
Chong Jing tugged at his hair and said in frustration, "He's not even your dragon yet. How could you forget that this is a dragon demon?"
As a result, he felt that it was extremely childish for him to go to the Immortal Jin Ting to plead for mercy.
For five consecutive days, there was continuous thunder in the sky above the Shenjing Palace, starting at Chen time and ending at Hai time.
The Thunder Officer is exhausted every day, but he still secretly accumulates strength at night and looks for opportunities to retaliate.
However, there was no chance before, and now that he has been affected by the soul-stealing technique of the Immortal Jin Ting, it is difficult to find an opportunity.
On the sixth day, just as dusk was approaching, guests arrived at Shenjing Palace.
The smell of wind and rain came up from Taihu Lake, and the thick water vapor rose up West Dongting Mountain, then stopped in front of Shenjing Palace and called for a visit.
The Taoist guarding the gate took a look and saw that it was a tall man in white clothes and a white crown, followed by seven or eight attendants in gray and blue clothes, which was quite a scene.
The Taoist sensed a hint of demonic energy and immediately became serious, ready to report the news.
But the great man in white clothes and a white crown appeared polite and courteous. He said, "The White Elephant Dragon of Golden Turtle Island has come to pay his respects to the Great Immortal of Golden Court. This is my visiting card. Please pass it on."
Bai Xianglong looked at the servant behind him, and the servant presented him with the gift box and the visiting card.
The Taoist was silent for a moment, then said, "Please wait a moment."
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