Looking for the Immortal Lord

Looking for the Immortal Lord Chapter 1 Thunder Talisman Shen Yuanning Haiwu The morning fog in Ninghai Town always carries a salty moisture, entangled in the lines of the bluestone slabs, and also entangled in the corners of Lingche's Taoist robe. He squatted in the backyard of the Sanqing sect's branch, holding the Zhang Jiuxiao thunder talisman between his fingertips. The mahogany talisman pen hung above the talisman paper. The pale golden spiritual power traveled along the tip of the pen, but it always collapsed the moment it touched the talisman pattern. When he failed for the third time, the talisman paper burned into ashes with a hiss. When the wind blew, the black paper ash stuck to his washed white robe, like a stain that could not be washed away. "Hey, isn't this Junior Brother Lingche, who is the best at 'rescuing people' in our Sanqing Sect? And he's practicing that thunder talisman that you see but doesn't work for?" Harsh laughter came from the door of the courtyard. Two fellow disciples in brocade robes leaned against the door frame, their eyes full of mockery. Ling Che stood up and silently inserted the talisman pen back into his waist - he was the only Heavenly Lord among the disciples of the "Ling" generation of the Sanqing Sect. He had the Nectar Art and the Rejuvenation Talisman at his fingertips. In the last sect competition, if he hadn't forcefully pulled the dying Brother Jingang back from the gate of hell, the Sanqing Sect would have lost the sect protection token of Ninghai Town. But Tianjun's practice never stops at treatment. The thunder talisman immobilizes the body, the thunder talisman induces dizziness, and the overprint of the Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman explodes. This is the true meaning of the ancient heavenly king's "integration of offense and defense". But Lingche's thunder talisman always missed the mark. Either his spiritual power collapsed or his damage was low. Over time, "the good-for-nothing Tianjun who only adds blood" became a tacit joke among his fellow disciples. "Junior Brother Lingche." A gentle voice interrupted the taunting. Master Xuanjizi walked through the morning mist, holding a slap in his hand.