When Shi Jian Mastered Magnetic Plasma Confinement!

【Jie-jie-jie! Your gaze is locked firmly onto the ancestral corpse strapped to Lin Fengjiao's back. Though the mortal remains of Ancestral Master Daoyuan lie dormant and still, you can nonetheless sense their terrifying aura. Your expression remains serene as benevolent thoughts bloom in your heart. Your eyes soften with the light of merciful salvation, and a scheme of absolute purity rises in your mind. You decide to bide your time and wait for the perfect opportunity...】 【...You intend to seize this ancestral corpse the moment Lin Fengjiao and his companions let their guard down. Then, you will seek out a land of absolute yin and baleful malice to cast the Corpse-Burial Origin-Returning Art, a technique derived from the Heaven-Burial Earth-Destruction Great Demonic Art. Drawing the baleful yin of the eight subterranean leylines into this ancestral shell, you will forge a fierce corpse king of overwhelming power! Once this supreme baleful corpse is complete, you will march in conquest across the realms, crushing the rivals of every great Daoist sect under heaven, reigning supreme over the cultivation world—reigning supreme over all the cultivation worlds under heaven!】 "..." Daoyuan? From the Dao generation?! Dao, Da, Tian... Good grief, he really is a sect ancestor! Refine it yourself, system! I'm a man who respects his teachers and honors the Dao! Liu Xiu complained inwardly, though a jovial smile remained plastered across his face as he looked at Ninth Uncle. Deep down, he could not help but wonder why on earth Ninth Uncle was hauling an ancestral corpse around. Four-Eyed Daoist was not pondering anything so grand. Looking at Ninth Uncle's beaming smile, he instinctively took half a step backward. His reasoning was straightforward. First, whenever Ninth Uncle smiled, people's lives hung in the balance. Second, the last time Ninth Uncle had smiled like that, several entire households had perished. As he backed away, Four-Eyed Daoist noticed another troubling detail: why was Liu Xiu smiling as well? Sensing trouble brewing, he retreated another half-step. "???" Weird. Totally bizarre! Shi Shaojian tore his eyes away from his comic booklet, his brow furrowing as he looked at the one man backing away and the two men beaming at each other. Listening to the distant roosters crowing, an edge of impatience crept into his voice. "Can't you people wait until we get back to the Yizhuang to chat?" Besides, I'm in a hurry! I'm... waiting to go cultivate thunder arts! Shi Shaojian spoke with his chin tilted so high his nostrils looked down on everyone. With that, he resumed walking at the head of the group, striding toward the Yizhuang. Ninth Uncle, carrying the ancestral corpse, stared blankly. The smile vanished from his face, replaced by a rather peculiar look. He bore no ill will; he simply felt that Shi Shaojian seemed awfully similar to Qiusheng and Wencai. "*Ahem*, Martial Nephew Shaojian has always been like this!" Four-Eyed Daoist pressed a fist to his lips, coughed, and offered a sheepish grin, indirectly implying that Shi Shaojian had always been this arrogant. "Mm..." Ninth Uncle gave a slight nod, his smile returning. He discreetly glanced at Liu Xiu, who was eyeing Four-Eyed Daoist, mentally slapped a petty label on the boy, and said cheerfully, "Let's go. Back to the Yizhuang first!" Liu Xiu and Four-Eyed Daoist nodded in agreement. And so, the four made their way toward the Yizhuang. Even though Shi Shaojian had asked if they could wait until they arrived before chatting, not a single one paid him any heed. Before they had walked more than a couple paces, Four-Eyed Daoist fixed a strange look upon the ancestral corpse on Ninth Uncle's back and ventured uncertainly, "This... this must be the mortal remains Second Grandmaster left behind when he ascended to immortality, right?" "...That's right!" Ninth Uncle replied, his expression equally bizarre. Four-Eyed Daoist looked even more uneasy and took two steps back. "Second Senior Brother, you didn't secretly sneak up the back mountain to the ancestral masters' tombs to dig... I mean, to invite him out yourself, did you? Surely not?" "...Master told me to invite him!" Ninth Uncle's mouth twitched, and he shot Four-Eyed Daoist a sharp, annoyed glare. Realizing he had jumped to conclusions, Four-Eyed Daoist chuckled awkwardly before turning to explain to Liu Xiu, who wore a puzzled expression. "The one your Second Martial Uncle invited is the mortal remains left behind by your Ancestral Master Daoyuan upon his ascension..." Four-Eyed Daoist began. Liu Xiu listened for a moment and summarized it in his head: because this ancestral corpse possessed immense cultivation attainment in life, even in death, his mortal remains retained a series of empowering auras capable of dispelling baleful qi and subduing evil. Hmm? Did my own ancestral master leave behind any mortal remains? Also, I want to report someone for cheating! Liu Xiu looked up instinctively. It was strange; the sun was about to break the horizon, yet the sky felt pitch-black to him! Despite his grumbling, Liu Xiu recognized who this corpse was. It was the wood-carving-like ancestral corpse from the plot of the movie *Jiangshi Supreme*. "*Ahem*, actually, A-Xiu, you could ask your master to invite Eldest Grandmaster's remains as well..." Four-Eyed Daoist chuckled, seemingly guessing the thought crossing Liu Xiu's mind. Of course, he swallowed the rest of his thought. Shi Jian would never agree in a million years. After all, in Shi Jian's own words, that was 'seeking outside oneself'! "I will pass the word to Master!" Liu Xiu replied with a sunny smile. Four-Eyed Daoist's face instantly fell. Just as he was about to explain that he had only meant well and had no intention of setting Liu Xiu up for a scolding from their Eldest Senior Brother, Ninth Uncle, walking beside them, spoke up. Ninth Uncle cast a glance at the shadow writhing irregularly beneath Liu Xiu's feet. "Martial Nephew, this shadow of yours... it seems to be refined through some demonic blood-path technique, doesn't it?" As he spoke, he eyed Liu Xiu's shoulder-length mane of white hair, then took in his sickly, ghastly look of depleted vital essence and blood. Ninth Uncle's brows knitted slightly, a flicker of distaste flashing through his eyes. "Oh? Is Second Martial Uncle suggesting that my Shangqing Secret Decree for Form-Dividing and Shadow-Severing, passed down from the Three Mao Ancestral Masters, is a demonic technique?" Liu Xiu frowned, catching that fleeting look of disdain in Ninth Uncle's eyes. Before Ninth Uncle could answer, his scowl deepened, and he followed up, "Second Martial Uncle, you wouldn't happen to be implying that the Shangqing Secret Decree for Form-Dividing and Shadow-Severing created by the Three Mao True Lords is a demonic art, would you?" "!!!" ×2 What a monstrous accusation! To say nothing of Ninth Uncle's wide eyes or Four-Eyed Daoist's slack-jawed shock, even Shi Shaojian, striding up ahead, wheeled around with a scowl. "Lin... Second Martial Uncle, what do you mean by that? Are you claiming my junior brother is practicing demonic arts? Where is your proof?" "!!!" ×2 Wait! I only said it *seemed* like one! And I never said the Shangqing Secret Decree for Form-Dividing and Shadow-Severing created by the Three Mao Ancestral Masters was a demonic art! Staring at Shi Shaojian, who had slapped an ironclad conviction onto him with a single sentence, Ninth Uncle's eyes went wide, and he shook his head vigorously in frantic denial. "That's not what I meant at all—" "Right, right, right! Second Senior Brother was merely concerned about A-Xiu's cultivation. He wasn't saying the Shangqing Secret Decree for Form-Dividing and Shadow-Severing of the Three Mao Ancestral Masters is demonic! He was just expressing pure concern!" Cold sweat beaded on Four-Eyed Daoist's forehead as he jumped in to smooth things over. He had to; if Liu Xiu and Shi Shaojian kept piling on, he might get dragged into the mess himself. "Right, right, exactly..." Ninth Uncle agreed hurriedly. Four-Eyed Daoist nodded and pressed on, "Your Second Martial Uncle just made an honest mistake. A simple misunderstanding..." "How could anyone mistake that? Your eyesight is appalling!" Shi Shaojian, who coddled no one on earth, glared at Ninth Uncle with furrowed brows. Liu Xiu gave an enlightened nod. "Ah, I see. You gave me quite a fright. So it was just a mistake on your part, Martial Uncle..." Having said his piece, Liu Xiu cast a fleeting look of identical disdain back at Ninth Uncle. Seeing that painfully familiar look turned against him, Ninth Uncle's mouth twitched twice. He hung his head and gave a choked, aggrieved nod. "Mm..." Confirmed: this man is thoroughly petty! Confirmed: this fellow's heart is as narrow as a needle! Liu Xiu muttered inwardly, finally understanding why Daoist Qianhe had looked so frightened whenever Ninth Uncle was brought up. He hadn't even done anything, yet this man named Lin had tried to launch into a sanctimonious lecture purely out of pettiness, casting dirty looks at him! If he had actually done something, wouldn't the sky fall down? Besides, if Four-Eyed Daoist could tell at a glance that the shadow beneath his feet was orthodox Xuanmen magic, how could Ninth Uncle fail to see it? *I haven't even done anything, yet this narrow-minded brat pinned such a massive label on me! What would happen if I actually did something?!* Ninth Uncle fumed inwardly. His silent grumbling over, he and Liu Xiu instinctively looked at each other and offered identical, beaming chuckles. "Martial Nephew, I—" "Martial Uncle, I—" "Haha, after you, Martial Nephew..." "Haha, please, Martial Uncle, you first..." "..." Disaster. Absolute disaster. I forgot that this kid's heart isn't any bigger! Watching the two... Four-Eyed Daoist felt his soul tremble, and he lowered his head to retreat another half-step. Liu Xiu and Ninth Uncle pulled their eyes away from Four-Eyed Daoist with slight frowns, then turned back to smile radiantly at one another. Liu Xiu took the initiative. "Then your nephew will speak first. I know Martial Uncle meant well and was merely worried that I might stray from the path. It was only that your words earlier were slightly... ill-considered, Martial Uncle. Your nephew almost thought you considered the Three Mao orthodox dharma to be heresy!" "*Sigh*, it is enough that you understand your martial uncle's good intentions. As for a slip of the tongue... had your person not radiated the pure aura of orthodox Xuanmen dharma, your martial uncle would have suspected you had been possessed by an evil fiend!" "*Sigh*, the fault lies entirely with your nephew. Speaking of which, when Martial Uncle appeared at the break of dawn carrying an ancestral corpse, your nephew nearly attacked you..." "Your urge to strike only proves your devotion to righteousness under heaven. To tell the truth, had your martial uncle not had his hands full supporting the ancestral corpse, he would have struck you directly as well..." Trading polite barb for polite barb, Liu Xiu and Ninth Uncle strolled along, exchanging pleasantries with radiant smiles. The atmosphere was exceedingly harmonious, showcasing the profound accord between uncle and nephew, and setting an exemplary model of honoring the elders and cherishing the young. Trailing three paces behind them, Four-Eyed Daoist watched his mouth twitch as Liu Xiu 'cherished the young' and Ninth Uncle 'honored the elders.' Helpless, he slapped a hand over his face. Finished. We are completely doomed! Walking ahead, Shi Shaojian didn't overthink things. He simply felt that this man named Lin was picking on his junior brother! Even though Liu Xiu and this man named Lin were heaping praise on each other, something felt off; Ninth Uncle's words reeked of passive-aggressive sarcasm. *Hmph, you old fossil, just you wait!* Shi Shaojian shot Ninth Uncle a dark look before continuing forward, watching for an opportunity to strike back. As for Liu Xiu's equally strange tone, he ignored it entirely. The reason was simple: Liu Xiu was his good junior brother! Four men, one jiangshi, and an ancestral corpse led the line of hopping corpses onward, chatting as they walked. Soon enough—though not particularly quickly, taking roughly fifteen minutes—they arrived. Ninth Uncle's Yizhuang had come into view! Liu Xiu and Ninth Uncle brought their quarter-hour exchange to a cheerful close. One pinned an 'ignorant of hierarchy' label on the other, while the other slapped an 'incapable of cherishing the young' label on him in return. *Ptui, petty bastard!* ×2 Turning their heads aside, both men spat inwardly before looking back with bright, beaming smiles. Simultaneously, they pinned a new label on each other: *A worthy adversary.* *Mm, truly a narrow-minded fellow!* ×2 Perhaps it was mutual appreciation between kindred spirits, though neither Liu Xiu nor Ninth Uncle ever considered himself to be the petty one. Both simply found the other quite capable, if insufferably small-minded. Finally stopping before the main gates of the Yizhuang, they offered each other dazzling, genuine smiles. "After you!" ×2 "..." Ignoring Four-Eyed Daoist's renewed retreat, Shi Shaojian cast a baffled glance at the two men standing flanked on either side of the entrance looking as though they had made amends. Without pausing, he stepped right between them. "..." ×2 Liu Xiu and Ninth Uncle's brows twitched for a split second before their smiles returned. Watching Shi Shaojian walk past without actually pushing the gate open, Ninth Uncle bellowed heartily, "Wencai, open the door!" Ninth Uncle's shout was booming, yet no answer came from within. The silence grew intensely awkward. His face reddening, Ninth Uncle coughed and offered an excuse: "*Ahem*, Wencai has always been a heavy sleeper!" With that, Ninth Uncle yelled again, calling out several times in succession before a groggy voice finally answered from inside the courtyard. "Coming..." Ten-odd seconds passed after the words drifted out, but the gate remained shut. Shi Shaojian's brow furrowed. "Did he fall back asleep?" "*Ahem*... Wencai, open the door—!" Ninth Uncle's weathered face flushed crimson once more. Catching Liu Xiu's radiant, knowing grin, he gritted his teeth and roared at the top of his lungs. This time, another drowsy cry of 'coming' sounded, and the wooden doors finally swung open. Wencai, sporting his signature bowl cut, stood in the doorway rubbing his bleary eyes. He blinked stupidly at the ancestral corpse strapped to Ninth Uncle's back. "Master, you were gone for a single night and brought back an old zongzi? Holy cow, it's so dried up—just how old is this zongzi?!" "..." 1 + 3 The sheer brainlessness of the remark made Shi Shaojian—who had been planning to 'accidentally' shoulder-check Wencai to avenge his good junior brother—freeze in utter disbelief. *Good grief, your mouth is even more reckless than mine!* Shi Shaojian raised an eyebrow at Wencai. "...This is your ancestral master!" Ninth Uncle inhaled deeply, reining in his fury. Taking the lead, he marched through the entrance, though in his haste he 'accidentally' slammed Wencai face-first into the door panel with a loud *thud*. Wencai cried out in pain. Before he could regain his footing, Shi Shaojian crashed into him, slamming him into the doorframe a second time. Just as Wencai felt himself being hoisted up by a kind soul and instinctively moved to say thank you, he looked up. Standing right before him was a male ghost with shoulder-length snow-white hair, pale skin with a faint greenish hue, and pupils glowing with an eerie cyan light. "Ghoooost—!" Wencai collapsed to the ground in sheer terror, scrambling backward on all fours. The man addressed as a ghost—Liu Xiu—merely offered a genial smile. "Greetings, Senior Martial Brother Wencai!" To reiterate: have you ever seen a ghost this handsome? Are you sure your secular surname isn't Blind?! "Haha... *cough, cough*! This is your Eldest Martial Uncle Shi Jian's newly accepted disciple, Liu Xiu. You can call him Junior Martial Brother A-Xiu!" Four-Eyed Daoist fought back his laughter, but upon catching Liu Xiu's gaze, he hastily cleared his throat. "*Ahem*, move it, all of you, get inside!" Four-Eyed Daoist promptly cast his art, herding the row of hopping corpses into the Yizhuang. Relieved to hear that Liu Xiu was human, Wencai clutched his chest with lingering fear and scrambled to his feet. "So you're a person! Don't you know people can scare people to death..." Wencai's voice trailed off. His eyes widened in horror as an unsealed corpse hopped straight toward him, entirely devoid of a corpse-suppressing talisman. Backpedaling in panic, he shrieked, "He—" He choked on his own scream again. To his shock, the corpse without a talisman suddenly altered its path, falling obediently into line behind the other corpses. "That's your Junior Martial Brother A-Xiu's jiangshi, Little Black. Don't be fooled by the lack of a talisman; we didn't put one on because it's exceptionally intelligent and obedient—far more obedient than you!" Four-Eyed Daoist eyed the hopping corpse—or rather, the Black Jiangshi—with covetous longing. Pointing at the Black Jiangshi as it used its arms to help a shorter corpse hop over the threshold, he beamed. "Look at that! Isn't it wonderfully clever and well-behaved?" "Is that really not a human in disguise?" Wencai blurted out, stunned by its humanlike awareness. Standing by the gate, Liu Xiu raised an eyebrow at Wencai. He had no particular grievance, but he couldn't help feeling there was a double meaning in that remark. "*Ahem*, I-I didn't mean you're worse than a jiangshi—wait, no, I meant it looks more human than you..." Noticing Liu Xiu staring at him, Wencai stammered in a rush to explain, only to dig himself deeper. In the end, he could only lower his head, stuttering helplessly. "It's quite alright, Senior Martial Brother Wencai!" You thoroughly deserved getting mauled by Ren Weiyong! Liu Xiu beamed at Wencai. Then, his brow twitched as his gaze was drawn toward one of the four main halls of the Yizhuang—Ninth Uncle's ritual room! Before his spiritual vision, a stream of pure qi unfurled, something scarcely visible even to ordinary cultivators. It carried an inherent aura of warding off evil, upholding righteousness, and banishing malicious entities. Like expanding ripples, the pure qi swept across the entire Yizhuang. The foul, murky miasma lingering in the mortuary from housing dead bodies was instantly purged by its passage. The moment the foulness vanished, the yin qi and ghostly malice lingering within the Yizhuang—which had been heavier than the outside world—diminished by more than half, turning even fainter than the air outside. Simultaneously, a vast, majestic wave of righteous energy surged forward, accompanied by a peculiar fluctuation that caught Liu Xiu off guard. "My... cultivation speed increased?" Turning his gaze inward to observe the spiritual power circulating automatically through his meridians, Liu Xiu saw his cultivation speed jump by nearly ten percent under the influence of this wave. His mouth twitched twice. Once again: he wanted to report someone for cheating! Moreover, the sky felt dreadfully dark! The fleeting thought passed, and Liu Xiu briefly wondered whether his own ancestral master had left behind any mortal remains. But the thought lasted only an instant; he had more pressing business to attend to, and he walked into the morgue. Liu Xiu hadn't forgotten Shi Jian's instruction: *'Contact me as soon as you see Lin Fengjiao.'* Shi Shaojian paid none of this any mind. He was busy scrutinizing Ninth Uncle's Yizhuang, his brow furrowing as he noted that it was larger than his own. "When we get back, I'm telling Dad to expand ours!" How could a junior brother's Yizhuang be larger than a senior brother's?! Oblivious to Shi Shaojian's thoughts, Ninth Uncle was currently in the ritual room, lighting incense before the ancestral corpse placed on the altar table. "No wonder Master insisted that I bring back Ancestral Master's remains. So enshrining him yields such miraculous effects..." Feeling the shifting qi throughout the Yizhuang, Ninth Uncle understood his master's painstaking intentions. Yet in the very next instant, his expression shifted abruptly as crackling white electrical arcs manifested in the air. "Eldest Senior Brother!" Recognizing the familiar aura, Ninth Uncle whirled around with wide eyes. A shimmering water screen had materialized in the courtyard. Through the rippling surface stepped Shi Jian, hands clasped behind his back in a black-and-white Yin-Yang Daoist robe, traversing space itself. "Lin Fengjiao, it has been a long time. Hmm? You successfully invited Second Grandmaster's remains back? So you really did go up the mountain last night!" Whether Ninth Uncle had gone up the mountain was of zero concern to Wencai. The young man was shrieking at the top of his lungs, hopping erratically as the crackling arcs of static zapped him. "???" Huh? Does that stuff actually hurt? Shi Shaojian reached out in puzzlement, staring down at his hand where electrical arcs danced harmlessly across his skin without causing the slightest sensation. To be completely honest, he suspected Wencai was faking it! Besides, his Hegemon Body had improved once more! "..." *Huh, my senior brother seems to have become even more shock-resistant!* Standing by the door of the morgue, Liu Xiu watched with dark, mud-like Gui Water Yin Thunder swirling across his skin to insulate him from the searing white arcs. He looked at Four-Eyed Daoist hopping backward in pain as the sparks nipped at him, then glanced at Shi Shaojian, marveling inwardly. While Liu Xiu marveled, Shi Jian was in no mood for admiration. His brows were knit, his gaze fixed on Ninth Uncle with displeasure. "Lin Fengjiao, did you not know I was teaching the new thunder arts up on the mountain? Hmm? Since you knew, why didn't you go learn them?!" "Uh..." Could I say there simply wasn't enough time?! Ninth Uncle, who had walked to the doorway of the ritual room, sighed helplessly. He pressed his index and middle fingers together, tracing a golden talisman in midair and slapping the barrier over the hopping Wencai. Only then did Ninth Uncle turn back to Shi Jian with a resigned look. "Eldest Senior Brother, last night was far too rushed. That is why your junior brother was unable to visit you!" "Is that so? Then why did you completely ignore the message I sent two days ago inviting you up to learn the new thunder arts?" Shi Jian's brow furrowed deeper as he stepped forward. *Boom—!* A terrifying aura erupted. The crackling white arcs in the air coalesced into lifelike, searing-white thunder dragons soaring throughout the courtyard. Shi Jian's face was frosty. "It seems you have no respect for me as your senior brother!" "Two days ago? Wasn't that an illusion cast by demons?" Ninth Uncle froze in astonishment. Then, looking awkwardly at Shi Jian's frigid expression, he muttered, "Eldest Senior Brother, I have no talent for thunder arts to begin with..." "That matters not. I have already deduced a method allowing cultivators without any innate affinity for lightning to master the thunder arts!" "???" Wait, why are you being so generous to me?! Ninth Uncle was stunned, his mind reeling at the revelation that such a method actually existed. He explained apologetically, "Eldest Senior Brother, I did not deliberately ignore your transmission. I was traveling along the yin road at the time and assumed malevolent entities were scheming against me in secret..." Before Ninth Uncle could finish, Shi Jian let out a cold snort—and Ninth Uncle watched the world before his eyes twist. As the ancient adage went: *The progression of past and present is called Zhou, while the expanse of the four directions is called Yu.* At this moment, the *Yu* before his eyes was abruptly upended! Heaven collapsed and earth inverted; left and right transposed... In an instant, an absolute instant, Ninth Uncle, Four-Eyed Daoist, and even Liu Xiu found their perception of reality entirely overturned. Yet the physical surroundings had not changed. What had warped was their sense of orientation. Their inner compass was violently distorted. Even protected behind the golden barrier, Wencai began swaying wildly, retching as he completely lost track of up, down, east, west, south, and north. *Is this... magnetic field rotation?!* Liu Xiu suppressed the nausea in his stomach, eyes wide with astonishment. Just then, Shi Jian's voice echoed in his ear. "I observed birds returning to their nests across thousands of li, and fish swimming upstream over tens of thousands of li. I discovered they rely neither on sight nor on memory, but upon the magnetic nexus of the earth's leylines for guidance. The human body likewise conceals a subtle magnetism, resonating and interacting with the magnetic resonance of heaven and earth. This is because living beings are born endowed with the qi of heaven and earth, naturally attuned to the magnetic nexus beneath their feet..." "Yet the subtle magnetism of the human body is inherently weak. If one wishes to forcibly bend the principles of the earth's leylines, brute force will not suffice; one must follow the doctrine of resonance between heaven and man—the way of the human body as a small heaven and earth, and heaven and earth as the greater human body. Though our body's subtle magnetism is frail, it shares the same origin and structure as the earth's magnetic nexus. Thus, using the thunder arts as a conduit, I cause the resonance of my primordial magnetism to vibrate at the same frequency as the earth's magnetic core. Thereby, when I move, the earth moves; when I turn, the earth turns..." "...Because this art carries the intent of disorientation, I have named it the Primordial Magnetism Disorientation Chapter. It aligns our micro-magnetism with the earth's macro-magnetism to perceive the principles of the eight directions, then shifts the earth's magnetic field through frequency resonance, introducing subtle deviations to the four poles..." "...Achieving a state where the cardinal directions appear intact, yet birds plummet from the sky and travelers lose their way. Even an army of thousands cannot break through an area of a hundred paces..." Shi Jian's divine transmission flowed at incredible speed. Committing the *Primordial Magnetism Disorientation Chapter* to memory, Liu Xiu couldn't help but marvel in his mind: *He's already playing with magnetic field deflection... are full-blown magnetic field rotations next?!* What Shi Jian had just demonstrated was nothing less than using geomagnetic deflection to distort human spatial orientation—even if Liu Xiu found the whole concept absurdly overpowered! As Liu Xiu was marveling, Shi Jian drew his right hand from behind his back, clenched his fingers gently against empty air, and transmitted once more: "By the way, the plasma weapon-condensing technique you mentioned previously—I have researched that as well. Take a look and see if this is what you meant..." Liu Xiu watched as searing white lightning burst from Shi Jian's right palm, ionizing the air half a foot before him into a churning vortex of thunderous fire. In the next instant, waves of primordial magnetism invisible to Liu Xiu surged from Shi Jian, wrapping around the thunderfire layer upon layer, compressing it into a blinding white sphere of lightning. Then, Shi Jian tightened his fingers around the lightning orb. The sphere stretched outward, transforming in the blink of an eye into a three-foot blade of thunderfire that warped the surrounding air, humming violently within his palm. "!!!" M-M-Magnetic confinement plasma weaponry... Liu Xiu's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. Mention magnetic confinement plasma weapons and people might look confused, but mention a Jedi lightsaber and everyone knew what it was. Yes, indeed. Shi Jian had just conjured a lightsaber with his bare hands! Liu Xiu instinctively glanced toward Ninth Uncle, who had just barely regained his balance at the door of the ritual room. He was intensely curious to see how Ninth Uncle was supposed to counter this. Yet very quickly, he realized something else. Ninth Uncle had received a buff of his own...