Han Li stepped out of Yuelu Hall, said goodbye to the two red-robed figures, and then summoned his artifact to fly toward Bai Yao Yuan. In the air, he pondered the matter of refining the Juzhi Dan while gazing indifferently at the rolling hills beneath him. Suddenly, a deep, resonant roar came from below, startling him, and he paused to look closely. He saw a small mountain below where flashes of lightning danced, and faint cheers rose from the crowd, sparking his curiosity. Without hesitation, he lowered his artifact, settled it near the sound, and walked toward the scene himself. "Mengdu, one more time—let us see it again!" "Exactly. I've never seen lightning in such close detail before—it's quite astonishing!" ... As Han Li approached the summit, he heard the bustling voices ahead, and the mention of "Mengdu" stirred something within him. "The twin prodigies with the Lei Linggen, just arriving—aren't they from the Mengdu family?" Plus the tremendous noise just now—could it truly be that these two highly anticipated brothers were finally putting on a display? At that moment, he had clearly seen about thirty to forty disciples of various ages gathered in a loose circle on the mountain peak, all pointing excitedly at two young boys around eleven or twelve years old, who were enthusiastically talking about them. On the ground within the circle, there were several large blackened pits, with the edges of the pits appearing as if melted by high heat and still emitting a faint misty smoke. A gentle breeze passing by carried a distinct smell of burnt food throughout the area. Seeing this scene, Han Li hurried over and carefully examined the two boys. They were both clear-eyed and fair-skinned, looking remarkably similar, yet their eyes sparkled with quick, lively movements, giving them a most spirited and agile air. At that moment, under the watchful gaze and praise of the onlookers, both youths' faces were flushed with excitement. After exchanging a glance, they simultaneously chanted incantations and waved their hands, causing a series of electric flashes to ripple through their palms. Then, two slender streaks of lightning shot out and struck the ground nearby, producing two powerful booms and a brilliant flash of white light, leaving behind two deep craters. "This must be the Heart-Hand Lightning of the Thunder attribute," thought Han Li in quiet admiration. "Not only in power but also in sound effect, it far surpasses other elemental spells like Fire Projectiles or Ice Spears of the same level—truly, it lives up to its reputation as the most destructive spell of the Thunder element!" He was deeply impressed and greatly envied his companions' exceptional spiritual roots. Clearly, Han Li was not alone in this sentiment. Most of the other onlookers also stared at the two youths with a mixture of envy and longing, wishing only that they themselves had been blessed with such extraordinary, world-class spiritual roots. With the cheers from the onlookers, the two brothers performed several more lightning strikes, but soon began to show signs of exhaustion, as they were still rather young. "Well, what a show! The power of the lightning essence isn't even that impressive—I'd say it's actually not better than my own wind essence!" At that moment, a somewhat disappointing male voice rose from among the crowd opposite Han Li, drawing the attention of everyone around. "This one I know—he's Master Lu. Indeed, he has an unusual spiritual affinity, and his wind-based spells are truly impressive!" "Why would he say that, if he too has an unusual spiritual affinity?" "Probably jealous. In the past, among the lower-tier disciples, he was the only one with such a rare trait. Now, two others with even better potential have suddenly emerged—naturally, he feels unbalanced." "What? So petty!" "Hush! Be quiet—don't let him hear. He's quite resentful and holds grudges. If he notices you, things could go badly!" ...Because of this young man's arrival, everyone nearby began murmuring and chatting among themselves, as though his popularity were quite poor. "Hmph! Little one, let me show you what true exceptional spiritual affinity truly is!" Seeing the way everyone was discussing him, the young man grew serious, took several steps to the center of the circle, and then said with confidence: "You two go ahead and attack with your lightning spells. If either of you moves even an inch, I'll have both of you kneel and apologize!" Mu Cong's two brothers saw their senior, Lu, so arrogant, treating them with such unmerited disdain, that their faces turned pale with anger. "Didn't you expect us to retreat?" "Of course not." "And you wouldn't allow us to use our tools?" "We can." Indeed, the two brothers were no ordinary siblings—each statement from one of them settled a favorable condition for their side, while the young man remained utterly self-assured, showing no interest in their terms at all. "Very well! Then we shall face you, Senior!" the two youths declared in unison, full of indignation. "Lu Senior, won't this be a problem?" the young woman expressed her growing concern. "Ha! What could possibly go wrong against two younglings? Chen Sister, please don't worry!" The young man waved her concerns aside, then stood tall and formally facing the Mu brothers. The two youths exchanged a glance and then suddenly moved close, each extending one hand to interlock theirs, while simultaneously chanting the exact same incantation. The young man smiled slightly, casting at random a defensive spell that instantly formed a jade-green aura, tightly encircling him. "Thunder Chain Strike." With their incantation complete, the twin brothers then pointed their fingers toward the young man's head. Immediately, a cloud the size of a zhang appeared above him; a flash of white light within the cloud sent a lightning bolt, as thick as a human finger, plummeting down and striking the jade-green shield. The shield trembled violently, causing the young man's face to pale—clearly, the power of the lightning exceeded his expectations. But this electric surge was merely the beginning. From the cloud suspended in the air, one bolt after another cascaded down, striking the shield with relentless force, causing it to flicker and dim, as though it were on the verge of shattering. The young man's expression darkened. Suddenly, his hands moved rapidly in a series of intricate gestures, then he roared, pressing both palms firmly against the shield's luminous surface. Instantly, a vibrant jade glow surged through the shield, not only restoring its original form but appearing even more dense and solid than before. Naturally, the Mengdu brothers were unwilling to relinquish their advantage and began casting a variety of spells of their own, expanding the black cloud until its diameter reached several dozen zhangs. The lightning that fell from the cloud grew both thicker and more frequent. Faced with the sharp and relentless attacks from the two younger brothers, this elder Lu colleague was both astonished and furious, completely caught off guard. He had never expected that the opponents, so young, had already mastered the sequential lightning technique at the intermediate level—thus, he found himself unable to withdraw or counterattack effectively, forced to rely on defensive spells instead. To suffer such a decisive defeat in front of so many witnesses was truly unexpected. Thus, under everyone's watchful eyes, after releasing its final few bolts of lightning, the black cloud dispersed, dissolving into clear skies, and the young boy, having exhausted his magical energy, was forced to cease the lightning attack before it could fully unfold.