High Martial: I Rebuild the Thunder Ministry in the Mortal World

[Mastermind] [Building a Faction] [High-Martial Arts Prodigy] Three hundred years ago, rifts opened in the sky, alien beasts ran rampant, and humanity entered the high-martial era. Yet eighteen-year-old Lin Zhao couldn’t even meet the minimum score for the martial arts entrance exam. His father was missing, his younger sister was critically ill, and everyone told him that people at the bottom could give everything they had and still never change their fate. Then a blood sacrifice awakened beneath the school. His vital energy was drained, and his sister was added to the list of sacrifices. The black iron token his father had left behind opened an ancient celestial tome in a pool of blood. [The Divine Firmament Thunder Division has fallen.] [Thunder Generals remaining: zero.] [You are hereby appointed to succeed as Prefect and rebuild the Thunder Division, patrolling the mortal world.] And so, nine bolts of thunder descended upon the city, and divine generals came into the world. In front of the city’s martial artists, Lin Zhao put on a mask and told the biggest lie of his life. “Divine Firmament Heavenly Law Prefecture, first seat among the thirty-six Thunder Generals: Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Lord.” From then on, the authorities searched for this mysterious organization, the great clans feared its deep reserves, and heretical cults trembled at the thought of the Thunder Generals returning to the mortal world. But no one knew that the so-called Thunder Division had begun with a single boy who had only just entered the martial path. Alone, he played the part of every general, created every miracle, and held up everyone’s hopes. Until at last, all thirty-six Thunder Generals truly took their places. The lie born to save his sister ultimately became the mortal world’s final line of defense. Where heavenly law cannot reach, thunder carries out its will.