Wei was only called into the carriage that he learned Zhang San wanted to learn the Thunder Method.
"I actually have a 'Supreme Nine Heavens Pure Great Brahma Purple Micro Xuan Du Thunder Jade Classic' here. Giving it to you is not a problem, but the Thunder Method and the Wind Technique are different. The Wind Technique can depend on diligence, but the Thunder Method relies on talent."
Upon hearing this, Zhang San became curious.
"Senior Xu, how do you determine talent? I think I have good talent."
Xu smiled.
After all, talent is not something you can just feel good about.
Young man, having confidence is good, but whether it really works out needs to be tested.
"It's simple, I'll teach you the most basic Palm Thunder from the Thunder Techniques, and see how you cultivate it. Don't worry, whether it succeeds or not, I'll still give you a secret manual on the Thunder Method."
Zhang San was delighted and immediately started learning Palm Thunder with Xu, even inviting Ling to study with him.
However, Ling did not like the Thunder Method and even left the carriage.
So, Zhang San could only learn with Xu inside the carriage.
The principle of Palm Thunder is to condense thunder in the palm and then shatter everything with it.
Although Zhang San did not know the Thunder Series Cultivation Technique, he could simulate the same effect by practicing Tyrant Body Three Pills Technique.
In less than a quarter of an hour, after listening to Xu's explanation, Zhang San managed to gather a weak electric light in his palm.
Although the electric light was as weak as the sparks from a lighter, at least it was effective.
Xu, after seeing this, nodded in satisfaction.
"Not bad, this is a good start, proving you have a perception of thunder. The rest depends on when you can condense these sparks into an actual thunderbolt."
Zhang San couldn't quite grasp the difference between electric light and thunderbolt. Aren't these just a matter of quantity?
So, he began to continuously condense electric light.
Finally, after an hour, the weak electric light flickering in his palm turned into...
Strong electric light continuously jumping.
Xu helplessly looked at the electric light in Zhang San's palm, which he feared couldn't even cook an egg, and sighed.
"I'll leave this book here, flip through it if you really have nothing else to do."
Zhang San immediately grabbed Xu's sleeve.
"Senior Xu! How can you give up teaching halfway? I'm almost there, see if this amount isn't much more than before?"
Xu also felt helpless. Among those he had seen learning the Thunder Method, Zhang San was among the fastest to perceive thunder, even among the top few.
But after perceiving... there was nothing.
Zhang San's understanding of thunder was completely off!
Yet Xu couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong.
It just felt like the thunder in Zhang San's recognition and his own were not the same at all.
"Different trades are as different as mountains, I wish you success soon."
After saying that, Xu directly slipped out of the carriage.
Zhang San looked at the jumping electric light in his palm, not just to shatter the darkness with a thunderbolt, but even the physical damage from slapping someone in the face with his Palm Thunder was greater than the damage from the Thunder Method.
In fact, if there were more people around, the emotional damage from a slap with his Palm Thunder would be greater than the damage from the Thunder Method.
Zhang San was frustrated; he really wanted to vent now.
So he asked the convoy to stop, needing to go to the side of the bushes to relieve himself.
After urinating, the frustrated Zhang San looked at the large tree he had irrigated and his own shadow on the tree.
"Zhang San, can you show a bit of spirit? Huh? Can you buck up?"
As Zhang San spoke, he reached out and grabbed his own shadow by the neck.
That behavior, no one over ten would play like that.
Even so, Zhang San even used the Palm Thunder.
However, the Palm Thunder didn't even leave a mark on the tree bark.
Zhang San looked at the electric light dancing in his palm, sighed helplessly, and turned away.
Wondering whether his Palm Thunder was only good for massages?
Because he had accidentally touched himself just now, he felt a little tingly and numb, without even a sense of pain.
Such a failure.
Just then, Zhang San, who was immensely disappointed because he wasn't successful in mastering the Palm Thunder, failed to notice that he had left, but his shadow was still lingering in the same spot.
More accurately, Zhang San and his shadow had walked away, but a shadow identical to Zhang San's remained on the same big tree.
Moments later, the shadow transformed into a woman dressed in black.
The woman took off the black veil covering her face, gasping heavily, her breathing weak.
Her rosy cheeks framed a pair of foggy, enchanting eyes filled with confusion.
At that moment, the woman looked down at her slightly trembling legs and her trousers, soaked on the inside, biting her silver teeth with a fierce and resentful look in her eyes.
Indeed, this guy who Officer Bai asked her to secretly observe was no good.
How despicable it was to practice Taoism's radiant Thunder Method in such a humiliating way!
But she considered that she still had to finish the task Officer Bai assigned her.
The woman's figure once again morphed into a shadow, merged into the shadows of the surrounding trees, changed into a fresh set of clothes inside the world of shadows, and then followed the departing caravan through the shadows.
Meanwhile, inside the caravan, Xu on horseback was pleading with Wei.
"Zhang San wants to learn the Thunder Method, but his talent, oh, it's hard to talk about."
"Wei, although I also practice the Wood Series Spell, I'm not as well-versed or proficient as you are. How about you teach Zhang San the Wood Series Spell? At least he'll have an extra means to protect himself, right?"
Wei glanced at Xu and thought to himself: Do you know how awesome my Wind Technique is?
If he managed to grasp my Wind Technique, how many in the same realm could catch up with him!
Extra means of protection?
Just then, Wei keenly noticed a black shadow weaving through the shadows of everyone on the ground and headed straight for Zhang San's carriage, slipping into the carriage via the shadows beneath the wheel.
In the entire Town Martial Office, others might not know, but Wei knew that this shadow was a girl named Ling who was adopted by Officer Bai in her early years.
Because she mastered the Shadow Trick, he also knew a few moves.
Only his were all about making a swift escape.
And she specialized in the Shadow Trick.
"Xu, you'd better stay out of Zhang San's business. This kid, something's off about him."
Zhang San had been studying his Palm Thunder throughout the journey, but his Palm Thunder turned out to be purely for a tingling, numbing massage effect, with absolutely no lethality.
Zhang San sighed in resignation. Was he just naturally suited to play a defensive game?
Suddenly, Zhang San thought of his Golden Finger.
Although he still hadn't figured out exactly how it worked, it seemed that he would dream of his grandfather at night, and then practice for eight years.
My grandfather isn't serious, huh! Why does he only work night shifts?
So, what will he dream about tonight?