Chapter 105: White Thunder Formation
Qin Feng looked up at the other party again. His father was also unwilling to show weakness. In front of him, his father was chewing on chicken legs with a clam face and there was a hint of provocation in his eyes.
What on earth is his father up to?
Qin Feng pondered for a moment, and quickly came up with an answer.
The other party must be angry at him because he was punished to sleep in the guest room last night!
Qin Feng’s eyelids twitched. How could someone so grown-up still act like a child, so shallow!
He didn’t want to argue with his father, so he could only pick other dishes.
However, the chicken legs in his father’s bowl were not finished, yet he put them down and the chopsticks traced out a series of afterimages in the air.
The dishes that Qin Feng had set his eyes on were all gone, not a single one fell into his own bowl!
Looking at his father’s side, the dishes were piled up like a small mountain, and he was grinning enjoying the chicken legs.
How can I endure this?!
Qin Feng took a deep breath, squinted his eyes, and exerted force with his two fingers, tightly holding the chopsticks.
Qin Jian’an put down his rice bowl and also gripped the chopsticks.
Their eyes met, and a war without gunpowder was about to begin.
But at this moment, Qin Feng put down the chopsticks and complained, “Mom, look at Dad, taking away so many dishes by himself, my younger brother and I have nothing to eat.”
Mother glanced over, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, “Husband, what are you doing?”
“Wife, I have a good appetite today, so I want to eat more.” Qin Jian’an explained with a dry laugh and took the opportunity to glare at Qin Feng.
“Mom, don’t forget, Dad was full last night.” Qin Feng added.
Mother raised her eyebrows, “Then you, husband, eat only these. Don’t pick any more dishes on the table.”
“I…” Qin Jian’an surrendered and could only watch as Qin Feng enjoyed the dishes on the table.
Satisfied, Qin Feng left the hall and went to find Ya’an, asking about the matter of the Black Washing Stone.
Ya’an contemplated for a moment and replied, “This rare ore is indeed uncommon. It’s extremely hard, and a palm-sized Black Washing Stone weighs a hundred catties. If you want, I can use a messenger pigeon to have them bring it along with the medicinal herbs later.”
“That would be great, Brother Ya’an.” Qin Feng expressed his gratitude with a fist salute.
“No need for excessive courtesy. The Gathering Treasure Pavilion is a place for business. I will deduct the price of the Black Washing Stone from the money earned from the auction of the Drunken Immortal’s items.” Ya’an said.
Qin Feng opened his mouth but said nothing.
He initially thought it was mutual assistance between two friends, but unexpectedly, it came down to a dirty financial transaction.
“Farewell,” Qin Feng said, swinging his sleeves as he departed.
Wang Xu, on the side, puzzledly remarked, “Young Master, Physician Qin once saved your life. Couldn’t you just consider returning the favor with this small Black Washing Stone instead of asking for payment?”
Ya’an replied indifferently, “My life is not that cheap.”
Wang Xu suddenly felt something was wrong, “I must have spoken out of turn, Young Master.”
“No harm done,” Ya’an waved her hand.
In fact, she had been conflicted all along about how to repay such a lifesaving favor.
So much so that until now, she hadn’t specifically brought up this matter with Qin Feng.
Qin Feng arrived at the Qin family courtyard, which generally belonged to his second brother as a dedicated training ground. However, his second brother, being a martial artist with an enormous appetite, always took a considerable amount of time during meals.
Therefore, the courtyard was currently deserted.
Qin Feng found an empty space in the courtyard, picked up a tree branch from the ground, and began sketching the formation diagram needed for White Thunder.
The intricate and complex diagram was completed in less than ten breaths, identical to what was described in the book.
Qin Feng was quite satisfied, realizing he had a natural talent for drawing.
However, why was he bad at calligraphy?
“This formation diagram was completed much faster than I originally anticipated. With more practice, perhaps I can compress the time to around five breaths.”
For such a complex diagram, five breaths were already the limit.
Yet, even so, in actual combat, the casting preparation time was still too long.
“Unless someone helps me distract the enemy, or I pre-draw the diagram and lure the enemy closer.
Otherwise, drawing the diagram in front of the enemy is like inviting my own death… Well, let’s not think about that for now. Let me see the power of this White Thunder.”
As Qin Feng was about to infuse the energy into the diagram, a voice suddenly sounded beside the empty space, “So, it’s Young Master. I thought it was the Second Young Master.”
Turning his head, he saw a dark figure holding a long spear – Black Charcoal Head(Hei Tan Tou).
Startled, Qin Feng exclaimed, “You scared me. Xing Sheng, what are you doing here?”
Curious, Xing Sheng asked, “Young Master, what are you doing here?”
Qin Feng took a deep breath and said, “You’ve come at the right time. I just learned a formation and want to test its power. Can you help me with this?”
“Ah, I see.” Xing Sheng stepped back ten yards and spoke again, “Young master, I’m ready. You can attack anytime.”
Qin Feng nodded and began to activate the energy in his body. However, he expressed his concern, “I haven’t used this formation before, so I don’t know how powerful it is. Please be extremely careful.”
Hei Tan Tou didn’t seem concerned, “Young master, just go ahead. If it were Second Young Master’s Sword energy, I might need to be cautious, but with you…”
His words came to a sudden halt.
Xing Sheng cleared his throat, changing his wording, “As a Literature Saint Daoist, the attack has always been the weak point. I’m aware of it.”
Qin Feng’s forehead twitched. This was a blatant contempt for Literature Saint Daoist! Tonight, he would vindicate the honor of the Literature Saint Daoist!
Qin Feng took a deep breath and began to activate the Literature Qi within him, pouring it into the White Thunder Formation.
It’s worth noting that the direction of the White Thunder’s strike is related to the position where the Literature Qi enters the formation. If there is any deviation, there is a high chance that the White Thunder will shoot in the wrong direction, possibly harming the one who set up the formation. So, one must be very careful here.
Originally, Qin Feng planned to input a small portion of his Literature Qi as a test to avoid accidentally hurting the other party.
However, the moment the Literature Qi entered the formation, it was as if it fell into an abyss, constantly pulling the Literature Qi from his body into it, and he couldn’t sever the connection.
Above the formation, a dazzling white light burst out in an instant, illuminating the courtyard and turning Hei Tan Tou’s face white.
A surging aura emerged from the formation, and Qin Feng exclaimed, “Hei Tan Tou, get out of the way quickly!”
As he spoke, a white lightning bolt shot out from the formation.
Xing Sheng widened his eyes, feeling the power of this white lightning. Not daring to be careless, he immediately retreated.
Qin Feng gritted his teeth, controlling the White Thunder. With a shout, the White Thunder changed direction and streaked across the sky.
Over the Qin residence, a brilliant white light suddenly lit up and disappeared in an instant.
At the lakeside pavilion, Lan Ningshuang was shocked. She was the first to think of protecting her young master.
But she was stopped by Liu Jianli, “It’s okay, no need to worry.”
Although she said so, Lan Ningshuang still looked towards the direction of the courtyard, a hint of surprise in her eyes.
The Literature Qi in Qin Feng’s body was drained, and he sat on the ground like a drained man.
Looking down, the formation was intact, but in the direction it extended, a crack, as thin as a little finger, spread out nearly five yards.
Xing Sheng still had lingering fear, “Young master, what kind of technique is this?”
Qin Feng swallowed, slowly answering, “White Thunder Formation.”
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