As night fell, the sect was illuminated by the lights from countless dwellings. The disciples’ confidence had surged, and their enthusiasm for cultivation was higher than ever. Since the incident at the Spirit Testing Stone, they had truly witnessed Han Lin's strength. Their attitudes had done a complete one-eighty; after all, when Han Lin first arrived at the sect, he was considered to have "waste" spiritual roots, and no one would spare him a second glance. Yet, as he worked silently and reached the Qi Condensation stage 4th Layer, those same disciples all scrambled to curry favor with him. In the world of cultivation, the law was simple: the stronger you are, the more say you have.
Now, Han Lin had become a role model for the other disciples.
In his room, Han Lin sat alone on his bed, meditating. Memories of his past tumbled through his mind—from the bolt of heavenly thunder that struck him, to his transmigration, and finally to his possession of the Heavenly Thunder Strange Fire. In the past, whenever he encountered insects or snakes in the herb garden, he could wipe them out with a flick of his Heavenly Thunder Strange Fire. In the sweltering summer, his room was completely free of mosquitoes, and even mice would scurry away at the mere sight of him.
Chapter 17