Chapter 8

In this world, people kneel to heaven, earth, and ancestors, but it is not fashionable to kneel before their masters. Even when a household servant meets their master, they merely bow in respect.

Meng Yishi spoke very respectfully, though his attitude, though humble, carried a hint of authority. The subtle aura he emitted pressed down on Liangcai, making him hesitant to speak.

Compared to Meng Yishi, the blacksmith and the cook, who were behind him, trembled slightly under Liangcai’s reprimand, fearing that Zhu Lingwu would punish them.

"Never mind, it’s not a big deal to tell you. This was told to me by our family’s old ancestor when he was treating my injuries! It’s specifically for me to practice with! This magical treasure is called the Lightning Accumulator. Now that you know, go on and leave!"

Zhu Lingwu keenly sensed the change in Meng Yishi’s aura and casually made up the Lightning Accumulator, attributing its origin to the family’s old ancestor, whom he barely remembered.

Upon hearing this, Meng Yishi, though still somewhat reluctant, did not dare to press further. He retracted his aura and bowed, replying, "Yes, Young Master, please be careful with these magical treasures. We will take our leave now!"

"Quickly, quickly, really! Don’t you know you’re hindering Young Master’s affairs? You have no sense of propriety, daring to inquire about the family’s treasures! Remember, you must not spread anything that happens here. Meng Lao, even though you are alone, if you dare to reveal the method of making this magical treasure, even nine heads won’t be enough to save you!"

Liangcai, sensing his earlier odd behavior, now relaxed and immediately stepped forward, kicking the blacksmith and the cook’s shins, warning them repeatedly. He was quite thorough in his thinking.

However, he seemed to have developed a bit of fear towards Meng Yishi, only daring to threaten him verbally.

Having such a sycophant who understood his thoughts, Zhu Lingwu couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. This kid is really dedicated.

After Meng Yishi and the other two craftsmen left the practice room, Zhu Lingwu walked directly to the practice platform, sat down cross-legged, and tested the comfort of the cushion.

"Master, you said you just wanted to look, not practice! Why don’t you let someone else try it first?"

Seeing this, Liangcai hurriedly shouted from the side, taking a few steps to the back of the practice platform and grabbing the lever. He was familiar with the platform and knew that pulling this lever would prevent the electricity from being released.

"Why, do you want me to pass the Ninefold Thunder Dominating Body Technique to someone else? Humph, I think you should try it. I only trust you!"

Zhu Lingwu said half in jest, half in testing, wanting to see if Liangcai would really dare to risk his life for him.

"Master, I would like to, but unfortunately, I am a lowly person with no martial arts potential. I fear that if I practice, I will die without being able to help you. Then, there will be no one to assist you in the future!"

Liangcai’s thoughts turned quickly, and he came up with this reason, appearing quite loyal.

Zhu Lingwu chuckled inwardly but only gave a faint hum on the surface. "Alright, you can leave too! You should know that my body is extraordinary. This electricity won’t kill me. Besides, this was passed down by our family’s old ancestor specifically for me to practice. Would the old ancestor harm me? Humph, now go!"

Zhu Lingwu didn’t want to waste more words on this cunning servant. The mention of the family’s old ancestor was just an excuse. Such a servant wouldn’t dare to verify it.

"Rubbish! Xiao Wu, when did you learn to lie so well! When did our family’s old ancestor pass you this Lightning Accumulator magical treasure? Humph, are you not afraid of death? Do you want to try the family’s punishment?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the courtyard gate outside the practice room. The voice seemed to be wrapped in something, directly delivered to the practice room, as if the speaker was right next to Zhu Lingwu.

Zhu Lingwu was startled and sighed inwardly. His stepfather had arrived. It seemed someone had secretly informed him. He would need to convince his stepfather if he wanted to practice the Ninefold Thunder Dominating Body Technique here.

Soon, a man wearing a wide-sleeved robe, wooden-soled soft shoes, with his hair tied up high and a scholar’s cap, secured with a jade hairpin, and a light powder on his face, walked in. He had a few strands of long beard under his chin, exuding a dignified aura. He moved slowly, but with a skill that seemed to shrink the distance, covering several meters in a single step. His wide sleeves fluttered as he walked, creating a gentle breeze and a faint fragrance, refreshing the senses.

This was a typical appearance of a scholar, making a man in his late fifties look only in his forties or fifties.

In fact, he was already quite simple compared to younger scholars who might even apply makeup and draw eyebrows, more troublesome than a woman’s makeup.

Perhaps Meng Yishi left so easily because he sensed his arrival and did not want to confront him, thus giving up the chance to ask more questions.

At this moment, he, along with the blacksmith and the cook, stood respectfully on the side of the courtyard, bowing from a distance, showing no signs of any unusual behavior.

Seeing this, Zhu Lingwu had no choice but to obediently get off the practice platform and walk to the door, bowing and greeting, "Son greets Father!"

"Humph, Xiao Wu, why are you not resting in your room? What are you doing here?"

The man, standing in front of Zhu Lingwu, scolded with a stern face.

"Father, I want to practice the Ninefold Thunder Dominating Body Technique. I must cultivate and lay the foundation for immortality!"

Zhu Lingwu pretended to be the original owner of this body, speaking to the man.

"Xiao Wu, I’ve told you several times, cultivation is not easy. Even if you can’t cultivate and lay the foundation, I won’t abandon you! Last time, you caused such a commotion. Do you know how many times your mother fainted from crying for you?"

A hint of helplessness appeared on the man’s face, clearly showing his deep affection for Zhu Lingwu. The stern look didn’t last long.

Zhu Lingwu was the fifth and youngest child, and the youngest child has always been the most pampered. Especially in this case, being a late-born child.

If Zhu Lingwu were to act like the original owner, an eight-year-old child, and deliberately throw a tantrum, insisting on doing something, the man would really be at a loss on how to stop him...