Chapter 2 - Xiao Jiu unleashes his power

Zeng Wenxiu obtained the incantation from Xiaojiu and started practicing before dawn, following Xiaojiu's example. She would practice absorbing the purple qi when the sunlight emerged. However, after half a year of arduous cultivation, she achieved nothing. She merely felt that her spirit, energy, and vitality were slightly better than before, lacking the indescribable sense of complete comfort and an irresistible urge as depicted by her son. She was unaware that children are born with innate qi, which begins to dissipate at the age of seven. For an adult to practice, it is virtually impossible to cultivate the Yang Spirit without some extraordinary miracle. Zeng Wenxiu would never be able to cultivate the Yang Spirit even if she practiced until her death. Unaware of this, Zeng Wenxiu persisted in her practice. She constantly asked her son where she had gone wrong and why there was no effect. How could Xiaojiu know? He himself had practiced by chance. Thus, he was unable to provide a clear explanation. Realizing that asking was in vain, Zeng Wenxiu ceased to pursue this matter. One night, Xiaojiu could not fall asleep. Lying in bed, his Yang Spirit left his body, and he intended to go out and play again. With the refinement of his Yang Spirit, he could perceive various colors in the air. When his Yang Spirit ascended to the roof of his own house, he noticed a large mass of black qi in the adjacent vegetable field. Xiaojiu quickly recited the invisibility spell so that the black mist could not detect him. For he discovered that the black mist was transformed from an old ghost, and the black mist gradually took the shape of an old man. The old man pointed at the house and cursed, claiming that the family in the house had occupied his family's graveyard. He wished for this family to be childless and exterminated, with all members dead. After speaking, the black mist rushed into the house. However, it was blasted out by a beam of red light. With a shrill scream, the black mist fled, evidently injured. Since her husband's death, Zeng Wenxiu had apprenticed herself to a master and invited the Patriarch. As a result, no ghosts or demons could enter the house. When Zeng Wenxiu's family built the house here initially, there were graveyards on both sides. Liu Jianguo, not believing in such things, chose this location. The old ghost was the murderer who had killed Xiaojiu's father. His family had lived here peacefully, but everything was flattened, leaving only his graveyard, which was turned into a vegetable garden. The old ghost used to bully people frequently during the Qing Dynasty. Eventually, someone killed his entire family. His relatives buried him here. Unwilling to die, he lingered here instead of reincarnating. Later, when he encountered others disturbing his family's graveyard, wasn't this like provoking the most powerful? Therefore, it was he who pushed Xiaojiu's father off the roof while he was repairing the tiles. It seemed that even in death, the wicked continued to do evil. The injured old ghost hid back in the graveyard to cultivate. Xiaojiu heard this, but he understood nothing. The next morning, he told his mother what he had heard the previous night. Upon hearing this, Zeng Wenxiu immediately understood. Her early widowhood was the doing of this old ghost. If she hadn't gone to learn magic and become a shamaness under the protection of the Patriarch, her entire family might have suffered disaster. Zeng Wenxiu knew that with her current cultivation level, she was no match for this old ghost at all. But although she couldn't, her son could. Now she hated this old ghost to the core for making her a widow at such a young age. She could only say to five - year - old Xiaojiu, "That old ghost is the one who killed your father." Tonight, let your Yang Spirit recite the Five - Element Thunder Curse and blast him to death. If you do well, I'll take you to buy candies and eat steamed buns tomorrow. Xiaojiu had no particular feeling about his father's death, but he was very interested in candies and steamed buns. After all, he was still young and had no understanding of the concept of the hatred of a father's murder. Upon hearing about the treats, Xiaojiu nodded earnestly and said he would blow up the old ghost that night. As soon as midnight passed that night, Zeng Wenxiu waited by the bedside. Xiaojiu sat on the bed, closed his eyes, and soon his Yang Spirit left his body and arrived above the vegetable field. In his heart, he began to recite the incantation: "The disciple requests the first, the Wood Thunder of Jia - Shen in the East. People from the East come down the Tiger Mountain. The second, request the Fire Thunder of Bing - Ding in the South. People from the South come down the Tiger Mountain. The third, request the Thunder of Geng - Shen and Ding in the West. People from the West come down the Tiger Mountain. The fourth, request the Water of Yin - Gui and Hai - Zi in the North. People from the North come down the Tiger Mountain. The fifth, request the Earth of Wu - Ji in the Inner Room of Dongyang. People from Dongyang come down the Tiger Mountain. The Heavenly Tiger, the Tiger among the people, the Five - Thunder people, tigers of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Liu Jun's Thunder Magic, Dragon Magic, Wang Ming's Magic, Shen's Magic. Taishang Laojun, as urgent as a decree." After reciting the incantation, Xiaojiu made a magic hand - sign. For no apparent reason, thunder and lightning struck in the sky. Nine thunderclaps resounded in the sky. Xiaojiu's Yang Spirit felt that it could hardly hold on any longer. He directly aimed at the graveyard and shouted, "The Five - Thunderbolt Strike!" Nine bolts of lightning struck the graveyard one after another. Not to mention nine bolts, even one bolt would have blasted the old ghost into nothingness. Xiaojiu really went all out for the treats. The more lightning he endured, the more his Yang Spirit consumed its own magic power. In fact, he could have finished the job with just one bolt of lightning, but he actually endured nine bolts. It almost burst his tiny Yang Spirit. The child was still young and completely unaware of the danger therein. It was truly like using a cannon to kill a mosquito, a waste of resources. If he hadn't been unable to hold on, he might have endured more bolts of lightning. There are ninety - nine and eighty - one bolts of lightning in total. It was unexpected that at such a young age, he could endure nine bolts of lightning. His magic was already quite remarkable. If his mother, Zeng Wenxiu, were to perform this spell, not even a trace of lightning would appear. Because his mother simply couldn't withstand a single bolt of lightning. Insufficient magic power would only harm herself. This kind of Five - Thunder Magic could not be performed at all without sufficient magic power. Only this little fellow, Xiaojiu, was so desperate for treats that he used his magic power to endure the ninth Heavenly Thunder. After Xiaojiu finished casting the spell, his Yang Spirit could no longer hold on and returned to his body. His mother, Zeng Wenxiu, heard the thunder outside and knew that her son had succeeded. Later, when she heard nine thunderclaps of the Heavenly Thunder, she was a bit stunned. Did a mere old ghost deserve nine Five - Thunderbolt Strikes? Even a flood dragon couldn't withstand nine Five - Thunderbolt Strikes. Her son was incredibly powerful! She had never seen her son perform magic before and thought that at most, he could barely perform one strike. Unexpectedly, nine Heavenly Thunders came, and not just ordinary lightning, but the Five - Thunderbolt Strike of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. One Five - Thunderbolt Strike could defeat a flood dragon. Nine Five - Thunderbolt Strikes would reduce everything to ashes. Zeng Wenxiu saw that her son had also woken up. Xiaojiu said, "Mom, I'm tired and want to sleep." Zeng Wenxiu felt extremely心疼. This silly son had used nine Five - Thunderbolt Strikes to deal with a little ghost. Wasn't that overkill? Even a flood dragon didn't have such treatment. Before going to sleep, Xiaojiu still said, "Mom, remember to buy candies tomorrow!" Zeng Wenxiu found it both funny and exasperating. So tired, yet still thinking about candies. She said, "Xiaojiu, you rest quickly. Mom won't lie to you. When you wake up tomorrow, Mom will take you to buy candies." Zeng Wenxiu had avenged herself through her son's hands. It was just that her husband's death was rather unjust. She also hated these wandering ghosts to the bone. In the future, she would have no mercy on such wandering ghosts. When she encountered them, she would directly exterminate them. However, she was also a bit disappointed. She had practiced for several years, but her magic power was not even one - tenth of her son's. Therefore, from then on, Zeng Wenxiu always brought her son to back her up and never let her son take action. She also concealed this from her master and grand - master. This kind of thing was too shocking to be told. To protect her son, it was better to say as little as possible. The next day, Zeng Wenxiu got up early and went to the adjacent vegetable garden to take a look. The entire graveyard had been blown up, leaving a pit at least three meters deep. The coffin and bones inside were all gone. Zeng Wenxiu quickly filled the pit with a hoe to prevent anyone from noticing anything unusual. When Xiaojiu woke up, Zeng Wenxiu saw that her son seemed normal except for being a bit listless. She took him to the town and they had a delicious meal of steamed buns. She also bought candies and cookies. For Xiaojiu, this was truly a wonderful day. There was plenty to eat and drink, and he could also buy so many candies to take home. He felt that all his efforts were worth it. Perhaps in the future, if he blasted a few more Heavenly Thunders, he could earn more. The world of a child was just so simple and happy.