Chaos Thunder Cultivation
Chapter 1: The Trash Servant
The biting wind whipped through the woodshed of Azure Cloud Sect's outer quarters.
Song Zhong huddled in the corner, his thin clothes soaked through with cold, bruises and a fresh handprint marking his battered body. For three years, this was his fate—bullied and mocked by outer disciples, labeled a hopeless waste.
"Useless trash with a Five Elements Trash Root! You'll never cultivate!"
"Quit wasting the sect's food and get back to work!"
Clenching his fists, Song Zhong burned with resentment. Born with a supposedly legendary spirit root, he could absorb no spiritual energy at all, reduced to a lowly servant with no dignity. All he had was the dull black bead around his neck, his parents' only relic.
As his fingers brushed the bead that night, it suddenly trembled. A faint purple-gold thunder light burst forth, piercing his glabella.
A thunderous roar exploded in his mind.
Chaos Thunder Bead has recognized its master!
Rebuilding the Supreme Chaos Thunder Spirit Root…
Chaos Thunder Cultivation inheritance activated!
Warm, violent thunder spiritual energy flooded his body, healing his wounds in an instant. His useless trash root shattered, replaced by an unparalleled Chaos Thunder Root.
Song Zhong stood up, strength surging through him, his eyes blazing with determination.
He was no longer trash.
From this day, he would walk the path of Chaos Thunder, take revenge on all who wronged him, and rise to the peak of the cultivation world!
Chaos Thunder Cultivation
Author's Note
Thanks for reading Chapter 1! In this chapter, our protagonist Song Zhong will show his first power after awakening the Chaos Thunder Root, and teach those who bullied him a sharp lesson. The road of thunder cultivation has just begun, and more exciting counterattack plots are on the way! Keep following to witness Song Zhong's rise to dominance!
Chapter 2: Thunder's First Might
The next morning, the first ray of sunlight seeped through the cracks of the woodshed.
Song Zhong opened his eyes, and a faint purple-gold thunder light flickered in his pupils before disappearing. He stretched his body, feeling the surging thunder spiritual energy circulating smoothly in his meridians, and all the fatigue and pain from the past were gone.
He could clearly sense that he had stepped into the Body Tempering Realm of cultivation overnight, a realm that those outer disciples had struggled for years to reach.
Just as he was about to walk out of the woodshed to familiarize himself with his new power, several aggressive figures blocked the door.
Leading them was Zhao Hu, an outer disciple who had beaten Song Zhong the most severely yesterday, with a fierce and arrogant look on his face.
"Trash Song, you dared to hide here and skip your work yesterday? You're so bold!" Zhao Hu sneered, stepping forward to push Song Zhong hard, "Hurry up and kneel down to apologize to me, or I'll break your other arm today!"
The disciples behind him laughed loudly, looking at Song Zhong as if he was still the helpless trash they could bully at will.
But today, Song Zhong did not flinch or bow his head like before.
He raised his head slowly, his eyes cold and sharp, without the slightest trace of timidity. "Get out of my way."
Zhao Hu was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage. "How dare you talk to me like that? I think you're tired of living!"
He raised his fist, which was wrapped in a faint spiritual energy, and slammed it straight at Song Zhong's face, determined to teach him a cruel lesson.
The surrounding disciples watched with schadenfreude, waiting to see Song Zhong get beaten to the ground again.
But in the next second, a shocking change happened!
Song Zhong moved slightly, easily dodging Zhao Hu's punch with the speed blessed by thunder energy. Before Zhao Hu could react, Song Zhong raised his hand, and a wisp of tiny but domineering thunder light wrapped around his finger.
He lightly flicked it towards Zhao Hu's chest.
" Crackle!"
A soft thunder sound rang out.
Zhao Hu let out a miserable scream, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He was sent flying several meters away, fell to the ground and couldn't get up, his chest numb and painful, the spiritual energy in his body completely disordered.
Everyone present was stunned, their eyes wide open, looking at Song Zhong in disbelief.
This... This was still that useless trash Song Zhong?
How could he have such strength, and even control thunder?
Song Zhong looked down at the thunder light on his hand, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
This was just the weakest power of the Chaos Thunder Root.
From now on, no one could bully him wantonly anymore.
He stepped past the stunned disciples, walked out of the woodshed, and his eyes were firm.
The road of chaos thunder cultivation had just started, and he would use this thunderous power to step over all obstacles and move towards the peak of the immortal world step by step!