After a moment of hesitation, the crowd finally spoke up: “You said you have a solution, could you explain it first?”
Regarding Chi Miao, they held both trust and distrust toward her.
The trust came from her previous performance and her steadfastness during the Soul Searching.
The distrust stemmed from the fact that her ideas were truly unpredictable, and one wrong move could easily lead them astray.
Chi Miao looked at the terrifying thunderstorm outside and couldn’t help but think of her previous life, lamenting the technological backwardness of the Cultivation World.
“Lightning without self-awareness strikes things in a not entirely random manner. Most lightning is generated when various substances in the high atmosphere rub against each other, producing a large amount of electric charge. When the charge exceeds a certain level, it triggers a discharge reaction.”
“Among these, the upper part of the cloud layer is mainly composed of positive charges, while the lower part is mainly negative charges. When the potential difference between them reaches a certain level, it also produces a discharge reaction.”
“From this, it can be concluded that the part of the lightning closest to the ground is mostly negative charge. And as you all know, the higher you stand, the more accurately it strikes.”
“Actually, that’s not entirely true. To be more scientific, it’s actually about like charges repelling and opposite charges attracting. It’s the positive charges at higher altitudes that attract the lightning strikes. Based on this principle, we can create a lightning rod!”
The people present were completely bewildered.
What positive charges? What negative charges? What like and opposite charges?
And what in the world is a lightning rod? Some kind of magical artifact?
The words sounded familiar, but when put together, they couldn’t understand a single thing!
But seeing how confidently Chi Miao explained it, it must be quite reasonable.
“Then… then how do we make this lightning rod?”
Chi Miao smiled: “Simple. Just build a taller metal tower. Metal is neutral, and after being struck, it conducts electricity and attracts the lightning.”
“I see, but we’re inside the Sword Cemetery. Our surroundings are either dirt or trees, with a few more ghosts and swords. The swords barely count as metal, but we can’t even get out, let alone gather the raw materials.”
Chi Miao blinked and asked curiously: “Aren’t you all cultivators?”
“Yes, but… what does that have to do with anything?”
Chi Miao grinned, revealing her small canine teeth. Her innocent and lively appearance was utterly charming.
“Since you’re all cultivators, you probably carry some magical artifacts and weapons with you normally, right? If we melt down the magical artifacts and weapons, wouldn’t we have the metal to make a lightning rod?”
Everyone: “!!!”
So this is what you had in mind!
“No way! Magical artifacts and weapons are our means of survival. How much money and effort did we spend to obtain them? I absolutely refuse to melt them down!”
Chi Miao said: “Since they’re for survival, isn’t now the time to use them? Either we can’t guess how long this thunderstorm will last and we’ll have to tough it out here for three days without anyone being able to pass and successfully enter the sect, or… we need a brave warrior to cross the thunderstorm ahead and risk their life to find a sword!”
Suddenly, a clear and cold voice came from behind: “This thunderstorm will not cease for three days.”
Everyone looked up, and the temperature around them seemed to drop several degrees.
Before them stood a man wearing white and blue robes, with peerless looks. At just eighteen or nineteen years old, he was enough to make everyone marvel at how such a handsome person could exist in the world.
His dark hair was tied high, and his eyes were indifferent.
No one knew who he was, but from his presence… they could sense an aura different from all of them.
“What a sharp and imposing aura this person has!”
“I don’t recall seeing this person in the first two trials. Does anyone have any impression of him?”
“If someone looked like this, I definitely wouldn’t have forgotten if he were in the first two rounds.”
Everyone was speculating about Ying WuHuo’s identity. Ying WuHuo intended to explain the situation and reveal his true identity.
Just then, a young girl’s voice sounded beside him.
“Big Milk Bro?”
Everyone turned to look at Chi Miao.
“Big what?”
Chi Miao: “Big Milk Bro.”
Everyone: “You know him?”
Chi Miao: “Yeah, back when I was cultivating, I happened to run into him while he was bathing. I didn’t know his name, but his chest was really big. I couldn’t think of what else to call him at the time, so I just called him Big—”
“Shut up!” Before she could continue, Ying WuHuo cast a spell on her, rendering her unable to speak.
Everyone looked again.
The originally handsome, frosty young man was now blushing as if on fire!
“So, Big Milk Bro, what’s your name?”
Ying WuHuo gritted his teeth so hard they nearly shattered!
Since birth, he had been a true prodigy, cherished and doted on by elders, respected and feared by peers. No one had ever dared to tease him like this!
And with such an embarrassing nickname!
Utterly unforgivable!
Though he was known for his aloofness, he was still a young man.
A young man’s pride is easily wounded. Now, with the title “Big Milk Bro” suddenly thrust upon him, how could he possibly reveal himself as Ying WuHuo?
Once they left the Sword Cemetery, wouldn’t the whole world know that Ying WuHuo was…
Damn it!
“My name is Wu Ming. You don’t need to concern yourselves with who I am. Just understand that I’m here to help you.”
Everyone: “Okay, Big Milk Bro!”
Ying WuHuo: “Don’t call me that nickname!”
Everyone: “Alright, Big—”
Only when a terrifyingly cold Sword Intent hung at their throats did they immediately shut up.
Big Milk Bro’s temper is even bigger than his chest!
How excessive.
Ying WuHuo then glanced at Chi Miao. “Do you understand?”
Chi Miao pointed at her throat, her eyes innocent. “Abah abah.”
Ying WuHuo lifted the spell.
“Cough, cough, cough!” Chi Miao finally regained her voice and straightened her attitude, admitting her mistake: “I was wrong. If you’re still angry, you can give me a nickname in return. I’ve even thought of one for you to use—‘Peerless Great Beauty.’ How about that?”
Ying WuHuo had been furious, but he hadn’t expected Chi Miao to apologize so promptly. His anger, caught in limbo, simply dissipated like a passing breeze.
Then he glanced at Chi Miao again and sneered.
“You’re not worthy.”
Chi Miao: “…”
Jin Shengfei: “Don’t misunderstand. I think he meant your chest is too small to live up to that title.”
Chi Miao: “I didn’t expect someone who looks so honest to have such sharp words.”
Jin Shengfei: “Indeed, I also think he’s quite aggressive. After all, lies don’t hurt; the truth is the sharpest blade.”
At that, both Ying WuHuo and Chi Miao fell silent.
Why not turn Jin Shengfei into a lightning rod?
Whether it could ward off lightning was beside the point—as long as it struck him dead.
After a long silence, Chi Miao finally brought up the main matter.
“Brother Wu Ming, since you say this thunderstorm won’t cease within three days, does that mean… we must overcome this thunderstorm before us?”
Ying WuHuo nodded.
Chi Miao sighed.
“Why are you sighing?”
Chi Miao: “I’m sighing because you said you came to help us, yet you haven’t been of any assistance at all. We still have to face this thunderstorm ourselves.”
Ying WuHuo nearly laughed in frustration.
Could he just kill this girl? Asking for a friend, it’s quite urgent.