The youth brimmed with confidence, as if dispersing these rogue cultivators before them was a mere trifle. Li Qinghong was slightly surprised and softly said, “Fellow Daoist, you’re…”0

Xi Zikang laughed quietly, shook his silver-white sleeve, and retrieved a gleaming miniature carriage no bigger than his palm. Two small white-and-blue flags adorned it, each etched with talismanic symbols. 0

He chanted, “Under the command of the Profound Thunder Division, by decree of the Northern Palace—chariot of thunder, ride the lightning, heal the world and purge afflictions!”0

The thunder chariot shuddered, instantly coming to life like a pouncing tiger. It then expanded to the size of a house. The two blue-and-white thunder flags fluttered high, crackling with silver lightning, stretching nine meters with the wi...0