Throne of Gods: Divine thunder descends, and the Qilin descends upon the world!

Chapter 4 Little Mute Saint Cher
One year later, at the magic training ground.

"Thunder Seal - Wrathful Strike!"

With a clear shout, a dazzling purple lightning bolt burst forth from Yuehui's palm.

The bolt of lightning, as thick as a baby's arm, roared like an angry dragon and instantly pierced through the distant magic target.

"boom--"

The target crumbled the moment it made contact, scattering into countless fragments.

The raging lightning element's residual power remained undiminished, carving a scorched mark into the ground.

"We did it!" Yuehui clenched her fist excitedly, her purple eyes sparkling with excitement.

Although this was only a basic first-tier spell, it marked his first milestone in creating lightning magic. With this beginning, the road ahead would surely become wider and wider!

Li Zhengzhi, who was standing by, nodded slightly, a look of approval flashing in his eyes.

After a year of observation, he had figured out the characteristics of lightning-type spiritual power—pure destructive power.

This power not only possesses extremely strong penetrability, but its explosive power surpasses that of fire magic, and it also has a paralyzing effect.

The first-tier "Thunder Seal - Wrathful Strike" in front of me is actually close to the power of an ordinary second-tier spell. With the blessing of the God-Chosen talent, it even vaguely touches the destructive power of the third-tier "Exploding Fireball".

"If I could get a set of exclusive equipment..." Li Zhengzhi's eyes flickered slightly.

"Old Li, there's news about the equipment!" Suddenly, Lin Chen walked into the magic training ground and greeted Li Zhengzhi.

"What level?" Li Zhengzhi asked.

"Ahem, the level is a bit low, just Spirit Demon level." Lin Chen coughed lightly twice.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhengzhi's expectant expression instantly vanished, and his lips twitched: "Spirit Demon level?"

He couldn't help but pick at his ear. "Old Lin, are you sure you didn't mispronounce something? Did you hear 'Legendary' as 'Spirit Demon'?"

Lin Chen chuckled and rubbed his hands together: "Well... you know how rare lightning-type equipment is."

"Even if it's rare, you can't fool people with this kind of junk!" Li Zhengzhi was so angry that his beard stood on end. "My grandson, Li Zhengzhi, using Spirit Demon level equipment? If word got out, the other temples would think that our Magic Temple is so poor that we can't even afford to eat!"

Moonlight, who was resting and recovering her inner spiritual energy, fell silent upon hearing the conversation between the two old men.

I recall that before Long Haochen participated in the Demon Hunter Team selection in the original novel, he didn't even have a single piece of Spirit Demon-level equipment.

Now, in their mouths, even spirit demons are considered trash.

Is this the vision of a true expert?
"Ahem, just make do with this. Moonlight is only at the second tier right now, which is enough for a Spirit Demon level. If you want high-level lightning-type equipment, you'll probably have to have it custom-made," Lin Chen said.

(Note: External spiritual power is not included here. If external spiritual power is included... that would be close to the fourth rank.)
Upon hearing this, Li Zhengzhi frowned slightly.

Li Zhengzhi frowned. He knew, of course, that if the equipment didn't match his spiritual power attribute, its effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

This is why you can't find any readily available equipment with rare attributes on the market.

"Alright," Li Zhengzhi finally relented, "Tell me, what type of spirit-demon level equipment is it? Where is it stored?"

"It's a longsword, kept in the Bright Moon Branch Hall of the Knights' Temple," Lin Chen said.

"A longsword?!" Li Zhengzhi's eyes widened, and his mustache bristled. "You want a mage to carry a sword and go chop down demons?"

Lin Chen waved his hand calmly: "The point is not the sword itself, but the lightning magic crystal embedded in the hilt. At worst, we can remove the magic crystal and reforge a staff."

Then Lin Chen beckoned to Yuehui: "Xiaohui, come here." "Is something wrong, Grandpa Lin Chen?" Yuehui asked.

Lin Chen took out a letter with gold-embossed edges from his pocket: "Take this letter to the Knight Branch Hall of Haoyue City and find a Knight Branch Hall Master named Nalan Shu. He will give you a gift."

"Let him go alone?" Li Zhengzhi slammed his staff heavily on the ground.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Lin Chen said dismissively. "It's just a trip to Haoyue City, not to the Demon Realm. Besides, this child hasn't left the temple in four years, it's time for him to go out and see the world. If you're worried, just send a Grand Magus to accompany him."

Li Zhengzhi remained silent for a long time before finally nodding: "Xiao Hui, go ahead. You've worked hard this past year, it's good for you to relax."

Moonlight blinked her purple eyes, and a question mark appeared above her head:

When did I ever work hard? How come I don't even know it?
Watching the two elderly people arrange everything on their own, Yuehui looked down at the exquisite letter in her hand, then gazed at the majestic city gate in the distance, and suddenly felt that this trip might be quite interesting.

……

Two days later, the first light of dawn appeared.

Moonbeam set off alone on the road to Bright Moon City, the outline of the Magic Temple behind him gradually disappearing into the morning mist.

He specifically declined Li Zhengzhi's offer to arrange guards for two reasons:
Firstly, he loathed the feeling of being watched. That ever-present gaze always reminded him of the spies lurking in the shadows when he was with the Moon Demon Clan.

Secondly, the secret regarding lightning-type spiritual power must be strictly guarded. Li Zhengzhi and Lin Chen had already planned to make Yuehui amaze everyone at the next Demon Hunter Team selection competition, giving the other five holy temples a "surprise".

...

Moonbeam traveled a long and winding road, following different caravans, starting from Jialing Pass, and finally arrived at the territory of Bright Moon City in the southern border of the Holy Temple Alliance.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't the original protagonist, Long Haochen, be active around here?" Yuehui hummed a cheerful tune as she strolled along the mountain path. "I wonder if I'll have a chance to run into him."

Suddenly, a rapid rustling sound came from the bushes by the roadside.

Yuehui looked up alertly and saw a petite figure stumbling out of the bushes.

She was a little girl of about seven or eight years old, with a thin body wearing a tattered cloth dress, and her short, light purple hair covered with leaves and dust.

What's even more striking is that the girl's body is covered in wounds, with at least six or seven still bleeding, which are particularly glaring against her pale skin.

"That is……"

The girl was visibly startled when she saw the moonlight, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

But the next second, she staggered forward and grabbed Yuehui's sleeve tightly with her blood-stained little hands, desperately trying to drag him away with her.

"Don't panic, what happened?" Yuehui crouched down and asked.

The little girl stamped her feet in frustration and quickly used a twig to draw crooked words on the ground:
[Sister, run! There are demons!]

Yuehui frowned: "First, I'm the older brother, not the older sister." He deftly picked up the little girl. "Second, if you don't get rid of the smell of blood on you, you'll be caught no matter where you go."

Although he had not yet awakened the power of the Moon Demon Clan, the strong physique bestowed by his bloodline allowed Moonlight to lift the girl effortlessly.

"I'm here, you'll be fine, I promise!"

With a flick of his right hand, a silver coin gleamed coldly in his palm.

A confident smile curved Yuehui's lips:

"Perfect, let's test the power of this move on them."

(End of this chapter)