C4 I'm Here to Send You on Your Way

As the Weapon Spirit's voice ceased, Su Yun found himself enveloped in a brilliant light.

Once the disorienting whirl ceased...

He looked around and realized he was back in the Divine Hammer space he had visited earlier.

He quickly glanced beside him and his expression shifted upon seeing nothing there. "What happened to the Thunder God Essence?"

"Master, rest assured. The Divine Hammer has absorbed it and is now using its energy to reshape your physique. Just look within yourself and you'll feel the changes!"

Upon hearing this, Su Yun immediately turned his attention inward.

The small wooden hammer, now back inside him and transformed into a pendant, was emitting waves of electric currents that spread throughout his body, bringing with it a tingling sensation that crept into every fiber of his being.

"Reshaping my physique, huh..."

Su Yun's eyebrows arched in intrigue.

Ancient texts did claim that Soul Energy Essence had the power to reshape one's physique.

"Once the reshaping is complete, you will possess the Thunder God Holy Body. This body ranges from the first to the fifth stage. Achieving the fifth stage, the perfect Thunder God Body, allows you to summon infinite heavenly thunder..."

The Weapon Spirit's voice echoed once more.

"Thunder God Holy Body..."

Su Yun repeated softly, taking a deep breath.

He hadn't anticipated that the injury to his dantian would serendipitously lead to such a fortuitous reconstruction of his physique.

Though unfamiliar with the Thunder God Holy Body, the mere ability to summon infinite heavenly thunder spoke volumes of its formidable power. Such energy could likely challenge even those at the Holy Soul Stage!

His gaze then shifted to the towering crystal spire above, and his eyes lit up with newfound fervor.

This Holy Pagoda was an immense treasure trove!

And he had only explored the first floor. The Weapon Spirit had mentioned four more levels above, each promising greater treasures. The thought of ascending to the top...

Su Yun's breath quickened with excitement.

He then inquired, unable to contain his curiosity, "Weapon Spirit, is it possible for me to enter the Holy Pagoda again?"

"Master, if you master the Divine Hammer Holy Spell, you'll earn another chance to explore the Holy Pagoda!"

"Divine Hammer Holy Spell?"

Su Yun was taken aback.

Buzz!

The wooden hammer pendant nestled in his lower abdomen suddenly burst into light.

A torrent of information flooded his mind—

"Divine Hammer Holy Spell, a cultivation technique exclusive to the Divine Hammer, designed to aid in its mastery. The content can only be accessed and practiced once the host reaches the Earth Soul Stage."

"Earth Soul Stage..."

With this new knowledge, a slight twitch played at the corner of Su Yun's mouth.

In the Tiancang Empire, soul cultivators of such stature were considered among the elite. In Yunhe City alone, the strongest were merely at the Soul Controlling Stage.

The Earth Soul Stage seemed a distant goal...

Yet, as he observed the currents of electricity weaving through his body, a surge of boundless hope welled up within him.

The Earth Soul Stage might appear unattainable, but with the Thunder God Holy Body, it was a different story altogether.

"An individual is nearing. Master, you will now be transported out of the Divine Hammer Space," announced the voice of the Weapon Spirit.

"Hmm?"

Su Yun was caught off guard.

In the blink of an eye, the scenery shifted, and he was back in the damp, gloomy confines of the dungeon.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The clear sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor, halting abruptly outside his cell.

Su Yun looked up.

Before him stood a girl clad in purple.

"Zilan!"

Recognition dawned on him as his gaze sharpened.

The girl in purple was none other than Zilan, the personal maid of his wife, Yun Yilan.

"Young Master, I've come to visit you," Zilan greeted with a smile, looking at Su Yun in his cell.

Su Yun met her gaze with an icy stare.

"It seems the Young Master has figured it out," Zilan remarked, her head cocking to the side with a taunting smirk. "You're not as clueless as I thought."

Su Yun's brow furrowed.

For a maid implicated in such affairs, fleeing would be the only concern, yet here was Zilan, finding the time to mock him?

He was baffled but chose not to dwell on it.

The sensations within his body commanded his full attention.

He was healed!

His body, once marred with injuries, had miraculously mended itself!

Inspecting the Divine Hammer pendant in his dantian, wrapped in tendrils of electricity and softly glowing, Su Yun knew its power was responsible for his restoration.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound of a lock snapping open echoed in Su Yun's ears.

Startled, he turned to find Zilan, who had been stationed outside his cell, now holding a key and unlocking the door.

"How did you get a key?" Su Yun asked, his brow furrowed in suspicion.

The keys to the Yun family's dungeon were only entrusted to the guards, and Zilan was merely a maid...

His gaze shifted to the dungeon entrance where the guard should have been and he was met with the shocking sight of the guard collapsed on the ground, foaming at the mouth.

His pupils shrank as he eyed Zilan stepping into the cell. "What are you planning?"

"What am I planning?" Zilan's smile was laced with malice. "I'm here to see you off, of course!"

As the words left her lips, a sinister gleam flashed in her eyes. From beneath her sleeve, she drew a dagger and thrust it downward.

Su Yun's face contorted with alarm. He rolled aside just in time to evade the lethal attack.

"Oh?" Zilan's eyebrows arched in mild surprise as her strike missed its mark. "You can still dodge in your state? My dear son-in-law, your will to live is impressively strong!"

Without missing a beat, she lunged forward with her dagger once more.

Anticipating her move, Su Yun shot up into a sitting position and, in the same motion, snatched at her wrist.

Zilan's eyes flickered with astonishment as Su Yun managed to rise. "You still have strength?"

With a steady gaze, Su Yun tightened his grip on her hand, but his expression soon twisted in discomfort.

His strength had not fully returned, it seemed. The Divine Hammer had mended his wounds, yet the effects of the potent fragrance lingered.

"Hmm?"

To Su Yun's bewilderment, despite his added pressure, Zilan's grip on the dagger remained unyielding, as if she felt no force at all.

Even in his weakened state, his strength was not something an ordinary woman could withstand. This...

"My good Young Master, is that all the strength you have? Are you merely trying to give my hand a squeeze?" Zilan taunted with a smirk, her arm vibrating with a sudden jolt that sent Su Yun's hand flying off.

"You're a Soul Cultivator!?" Su Yun's eyes sharpened as he observed the tendrils of Soul Power emanating from her arm.

"Exactly."

Zilan's smile was sly as she teased, "So, dear son-in-law, it's time for you to hit the road!"

With those words, she gripped her dagger once more and lunged for Su Yun's throat.

Su Yun's pupils contracted as he quickly dropped to the ground to evade, rolling to the prison cell's wall to rise to his feet.

"My dear son-in-law, why persist in this futile struggle? Can't you accept your fate gracefully?"

Zilan's expression twisted into a snarl as she stepped forward, dagger poised for another strike.

Crack!

Su Yun swiftly sidestepped against the wall, twisting away, and in the same motion, he reached out to catch the wrist wielding the dagger.

"Son-in-law, your feeble grip won't do much to my hand!"

Zilan scoffed with scorn, her arm quivering with force.

"Hmm?"

To her astonishment, Su Yun's grip didn't falter.

Her eyes narrowed, and she shook her arm once more.

Yet, Su Yun's hold remained unyielding on her wrist.

"How can this be..."

Zilan's disbelief was palpable.

"I never imagined I'd have to use you so soon after acquiring you!"

Su Yun exhaled a breath of relief.

"This isn't good!"

Sensing something amiss, Zilan's face contorted with alarm.

But it was too late to break free. A surge of yellow lightning erupted from Su Yun's palm, still clasping her wrist, blossoming like a firework display.

There's a sensation that's hard to forget.

Numbness.

Zilan had felt it before, but never like this—so profoundly engulfing her entire being!

The yellow lightning cascaded over her in an instant.

"Ahh—!!"

Her agonized scream echoed through the dungeon, lasting a torturous half-minute.

As the scream subsided, the dagger clattered from Zilan's hand, and her body slumped lifelessly against the wall.

Her eyes were wide with shock, fixated on Su Yun, her face a mask of bewilderment and disbelief, "You... how could you possibly... Ugh!"

But her words were cut short by a final whimper as life left her.

"He really is formidable," Su Yun murmured, exhaling deeply at the sight.

"Ugh—"

In that moment, his body convulsed, and a torrent of blood spilled from his mouth before he collapsed onto the dungeon floor.

Feeling the turmoil within his body, Su Yun let out a wry smile.

His physique was currently undergoing a transformation, and forcibly channeling energy now would inevitably result in a significant recoil to his frame.

Thankfully, the damage wasn't too severe.

The only downside was that the reconstruction of his body would need to be slowed down a bit.

But he was out of options. If he didn't act, Zi Lan would surely kill him.

With this thought, a surge of anger welled up inside Su Yun.

It was clear that Zi Lan had been sent by someone, and the most likely suspects were the siblings Yun Feng and Yun Liyao.

Gazing beyond the confines of the dungeon, his eyes brimmed with a chilling intent to kill.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Just then, the echo of approaching footsteps reached his ears.

At the dungeon's corridor entrance, a silhouette made its entrance.

Su Yun's demeanor instantly tensed.