Jiang Ning looked at the high surrounding wall, "Quite interesting."
He had never been a good person, having once stormed through secret realms in the Cultivation World and attacked the Demon Sect, his hands stained with an unknown amount of blood.
Not everyone deserved to die, but because of his stance and sect allegiance, Jiang Ning had still dealt painful blows.
In the Cultivation World, no high-level Cultivator had clean hands.
Now, having pursued his quest to this place, Jiang Ning was not there to wreak havoc.
Though the other party had discharged wastewater, polluting the water supply and land, indirectly causing many to consume bacteria-ridden food, fall ill, and even lose their lives.
However, Jiang Ning had no intention of meting out divine justice; he lived in the modern world, which had its own set of operating rules that he would not presume to disrupt.
In this life, he sought to engage with the world, which might seem self-deceptive since he was a Cultivator, detached from worldly affairs.
But still, he told himself to maintain a mortal heart.
His visit this time was solely to give the other party an unforgettable lesson.
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"Dad, I understand, I'll be extremely careful, you can trust me to handle it!"
"I've arranged for two lookouts around here. If anyone comes to inspect, I'll immediately shut down the machines!"
The young man put down his Apple phone, sat at the factory gate, and lit up a cigarette, taking a gratifying drag.
A night's work, a few thousand in hand, what could be faster than making money this way?
It was practically like printing money!
Although illegal dumping was despicable and morally bankrupt!
But what did a conscience matter in the face of money?
After a few months of raking in a fortune, he'd head straight to the big city to buy a house—no one would bother him then.
"Who cares about karma when others pay the price? Is there anything more delightful than this?"
Yan Bo watched the roaring machines inside the factory, intoxicated by the sound which seemed more beautiful than any other in the world.
He planned to finish up as dawn approached, sleep well, spend a few hundred to find a college girl—wasn't that a life of bliss?
Life was too good, infinitely better than being in school.
Last month, his family had bought a new apartment, went to a decoration company for a design, only to find that the staff was his former middle school classmate. Yan Bo remembered clearly; that classmate had been a good student.
Upon asking, he found out that the old classmate had majored in design and was now an interior designer.
Faced with himself as a client, the old classmate was deferential, showing him various proposals, which gave Yan Bo an immense sense of satisfaction.
He couldn't help but boast, "Although I dropped out in middle school, I'm doing much better than those classmates from back then!"
What good is studying hard?
Better to earn a quick buck like me!
After locating his target, Jiang Ning opened his hearing and picked up bits and pieces of conversation.
Most of it was trivial, and Jiang Ning paid no mind.
He used his Divine Sense to lock onto the wires connecting the factory, then followed the wires back to the transformation box at the dam.
Jiang Ning revealed his form, sitting on the edge of the dam and circulating the "Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Body Tempering Technique," instantaneously conjuring a large hand that reached out through the air towards one of the power lines inside the transformation box.
"Hisss!" Jiang Ning took in a sharp breath. Advancing in Body Refining Cultivation required intense stimuli, so the amount of electricity he intercepted this time was rather excessive, pushing his body to its limit.
The immense electrical feedback made every cell in his body leap for joy.
Were anyone beside Jiang Ning, they could even see the white electric light dancing along his clothing.
It was a sign of the "Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Body Tempering Technique" breaking through.
Jiang Ning ceased to hold back, commencing his breakthrough as more and more current surged towards him, causing a transformation in his body.
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At the same time, a large amount of electricity was being siphoned off, causing the voltage in the line connected to the factory to drop sharply.
The young foreman, Yan Bo, was originally supervising the workers when the machines suddenly began to slow down before gradually coming to a stop. Even the large lights in the factory dimmed significantly.
For a moment, the workers inside the factory looked at each other in confusion.
Yan Bo, with an ugly expression, asked, "Is there a power limit?"
No one answered him.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on?"
"Who knows about circuits, go check it out? Someone come quick, otherwise we'll shut down for the night, and I'll only pay out fifty!" Yan Bo ordered.
A worker stepped forward, checked the power supply, and said:
"Boss, the voltage is too low, the machines won't start."
"How can the voltage be low all of a sudden?" Yan Bo said, his voice filled with frustration. A night's shutdown would cost thousands, who could bear that?
"Can we think of something?"
"We need to find someone with expertise to check it out," the worker replied.
"Fine, fine, fine, I'll call someone." Yan Bo flicked away his cigarette butt and picked up his iPhone to make a call.
But late in the evening, no electrician was willing to come and check, not until he offered more money, then someone finally agreed to come.
On the dam.
The body refining had reached a critical moment when Jiang Ning suddenly clapped his hands together, and the strong electric current, under pressure, burst inside his body.
An indescribable tingling sensation spread all over his body, and Jiang Ning opened his eyes, slowly exhaling a breath.
Under the night sky, a bolt of lightning actually shot out from his mouth, like a strip of silk, flying more than a meter and striking the air, a fleeting spectacle.
"I have finally entered the threshold of body refining," Jiang Ning muttered to himself.
The first stage of the 'Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Body Tempering Technique' requires the body to adapt to lightning, making it possible to emit lightning strikes from any part of the body, catching adversaries off guard.
Ordinary Qi cultivators, if they let a body refining practitioner get close, would be left powerless by an electric shock, and the outcome would be miserable.
Thanks to the abundant supply of electric current, Jiang Ning's body refining realm was advancing very quickly. Normally, this level of the Body Refining Realm was equivalent to a Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer practitioner.
However, up until now, his Qi cultivation was only at the first layer.
Jiang Ning stabilized his realm and before leaving, he sent a streak of green Sword Qi into the transformer box. It slithered like a little snake towards one of the wires and with one swipe, he cut the wire.
Then, Jiang Ning strolled to the riverside and, with a large hand of spiritual power, grabbed a clump of mud and stuffed it into the drainage pipe. Repeating this several times, the mud clogged the pipe completely.
Still not satisfied, Jiang Ning cast a spell to turn the mud as hard as rock, sealing the wastewater pipe once and for all.
He dusted off his hands and left, feeling contented.
Meanwhile, Yan Bo, who had been anxiously waiting for the electrician under the light, soon found the overhead light went out.
Yan Bo was infuriatingly frustrated!
"The power's out!" the workers gathered around to tell him.
"No shit, Sherlock—I know that!"
"Wait, the power will be back on immediately!" Yan Bo made a decisive statement.
After waiting for more than half an hour, there was still no power. However, the electrician they agreed on arrived.
Yan Bo, as if seeing a lifesaver, hurried to meet him.
The electrician was very professional and quickly determined that there was a power outage. Then, using the light, he followed the power lines and eventually found that the problem was at the transformer box.
Now there was no other choice but to notify the power grid people to fix it.
Yan Bo was so mad he could bite metal. Every day of shutdown was like cutting flesh from his own body!
He cursed in his heart countless times, wondering why their factory's power had to be cut and not someone else's?
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