God Destroying Pearl

The person outside the door didn't seem to care about Wang Delong's displeasure. His voice was calm and powerful: "Master, the master wants you to go."

When Wang Delong heard that it was his father calling him, although he was reluctant, he did not dare to disobey.

He had to interrupt his enjoyment, tidied his clothes, hurried out of the room and walked towards his father's study.

He was full of doubts, wondering what his father wanted to talk to him about so urgently.

In the Wang family's study, Wang Lifeng was sitting behind the desk with his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something important.

When he saw Wang Delong coming in, a hint of sternness flashed in his eyes. He had obviously heard about Wang Delong's dissolute behavior, but at the moment he had more important things to deal with.

Wang Lifeng said to Wang Delong, "Delong, I just received news that you caused some trouble in the city today. I don't care what you did, but you must restrain yourself now. The city has been a little uneasy recently, and I don't want to bring trouble to the family because of your affairs." There was a hint of warning in his voice, and he was obviously dissatisfied with Wang Delong's behavior.

Although Wang Delong was dissatisfied in his heart, facing his father's severity, he did not dare to say much and could only bow his head and agree.

He knew that he had to restrain his behavior temporarily to avoid bringing unnecessary trouble to the family.

But in his heart he had already started planning how to take revenge on Song Yun to vent his anger today.

Wang Delong came out of Wang Lifeng's room. His steps seemed a little heavy. It was obvious that his father's scolding just now made him feel pressured.

However, shortly after he walked out of the room, a sound transmission note suddenly sounded in his ears.

After hearing the content of the voice transmission, a hint of joy flashed across Wang Delong's face.

The content of the sound transmission note obviously gave him some news he had been waiting for for a long time.

He whispered to himself, "I thought you were some big shot, but it turns out you're not from Yuxu City."

Then, Wang Delong said to the servant next to him: "Please ask Uncle Liu to come to my room."

The servant next to him immediately responded, "Yes, sir." Then he quickly left to carry out Wang Delong's order.

After the servant left, the joy in Wang Delong's eyes was quickly replaced by a hint of viciousness. He snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, let me see how you die."

Soon after, there was a light knock on Song Yun's door. He opened the door and saw Yang Yuxuan standing outside. Her face looked a little heavy, without the previous ease and joy.

Song Yun was sensitive to her mood changes, so he asked with concern: "Miss Yang, is there something wrong?"

Yang Yuxuan sighed slightly, a hint of worry in her eyes: "The things I brought back are of no use to my father." Her voice was helpless, and she was obviously disappointed with the results of her efforts.

Song Yun frowned slightly. He felt the seriousness of the matter, so he asked further: "What went wrong with your father's cultivation? Does he need precious spiritual medicine?"

Yang Yuxuan shook her head, and her expression became more serious: "I don't know where my father got a book of cultivation experience from, saying that it can give cultivators who have been unable to break through to the Golden Core stage an opportunity to break through. But..." She paused, as if considering how to express the next words.

"But what?" Song Yun asked, his mind full of questions.

"But during the training process, he accidentally absorbed uncontrollable thunder spiritual power." Yang Yuxuan finally said it, with a slight tremor in her voice, and she was obviously very worried about her father's condition.

When Song Yun heard this, he was shocked.

Thunder spiritual power is a force that cultivators will only come into contact with when they practice thunder-attributed techniques. It is violent and difficult to control. Once it gets out of control, it will cause great harm to the cultivator.

He realized that what Yang Yuxuan's father was facing now was not only the problem of cultivation, but also the problem of life safety.

"We have tried many ways, but none of them can remove this force," Yang Yuxuan continued.

Song Yun pondered for a moment, his thoughts racing as he searched for a possible solution.

He knew that thunder spiritual power was an extremely violent energy. Without the corresponding thunder-related skills and thunder spiritual roots, it would be difficult for ordinary cultivators to control this power.

He proposed a possible direction: "Didn't you find a Thunder Spiritual Root cultivator who practices Thunder Elemental Techniques?"

A trace of difficulty flashed across Yang Yuxuan's face, and she replied: "There are very few cultivators who practice thunder-related techniques, let alone cultivators with thunder spiritual roots. We once found a cultivator who practiced thunder-related techniques and tried to absorb thunder spiritual power, but he was not capable enough and almost died."

Song Yun hesitated for a moment, then said, "I wonder if I can meet your father."

Yang Yuxuan's eyes lit up instantly, and she said happily: "Brother Song, are you also..."

Song Yun nodded and said, "Yes, I also practice thunder-related skills and have thunder spirit roots."

Yang Yuxuan said happily: "That's great, Brother Song. I don't know how to thank you enough."

"Let's go see your father."

Yang Yuxuan nodded and said, "Okay, Brother Song, please follow me."

Yang Yuxuan took Song Yun through several quiet corridors in the Yang Mansion and finally stopped in front of a room.

Outside the door of the room, an old man was waiting quietly. His eyes were sharp, and he was obviously a loyal guard of the Yang family.

The old man's hair has turned gray, but his body is still straight, revealing his extraordinary cultivation.

Yang Yuxuan said to the old man, "Uncle Li, this is Young Master Song. He has a thunder spirit root and wants to see my father."

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the old man called Li Bo. He looked at Song Yun carefully, as if he was assessing Song Yun's strength and intentions.

After confirming that Song Yun had no ill intentions, Uncle Li nodded and said calmly, "Okay, go in." Although his voice was hoarse, it revealed a reassuring power.

Then, Yang Yuxuan gently pushed open the door and took Song Yun into the room.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Song Yun felt a violent thunder spiritual power filling the entire space. This power was like a storm, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Yang Yuxuan's father, Yang Lantu, was sitting cross-legged on the bed at this moment. His face was firm and his forehead was covered with sweat, showing that he was trying his best to suppress the thunder spiritual power running rampant in his body.

After noticing someone approaching, Yang Lantu slowly opened his eyes. There was a hint of fatigue in his eyes, but he still remained firm: "Yu'er, dad is fine, you don't have to worry." Although his voice was weak, it revealed a father's strength and comfort to his daughter.

Yang Yuxuan walked to her father's bedside and looked at him with concern, her eyes full of worry.

There was a glimmer of hope in Yang Yuxuan's voice, and she said to Yang Lantu, "Father, this is Young Master Song. He has thunder spiritual roots and has practiced thunder-related exercises. He wants to see how you are doing." She pointed her finger at Song Yun, her eyes full of anticipation, and she obviously had great expectations for Song Yun's help.

Yang Lantu turned his head and his gaze fell on Song Yun, with a hint of caution in his eyes.

He knew the violence and danger of thunder power, and any improper handling could lead to serious consequences.

But in the face of his daughter's recommendation, he finally seemed to sigh, with a hint of trust in his tone: "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Song."

Song Yun didn't say much, just nodded to show his understanding.

He knew that at this moment, actions spoke louder than words.

Then, he slowly approached Yang Lantu, and his movements were cautious so as not to disturb the spiritual balance that Yang Lantu was trying to maintain.

After getting closer, Song Yun began to carefully feel the thunder spiritual power emanating from Yang Lantu.

Then Song Yun made a puzzled sound: "Huh?"