On the Lei Yu Sect's thunder platform, young Gu Jingzhe was chained for three years. He is a lightning slave, a living lightning rod that takes the thunder from the sky for the geniuses of the sect. Nine hundred and ninety-nine thunderbolts fell from the sky, and the inside of his left arm was filled with charcoal characters, one thunder stroke at a time—those were not marks, but an account book. Three thousand of his classmates in the audience were betting on whether he would die, and the law enforcement elder planned to turn him into a thunder puppet to squeeze out the last ounce of his value. His old friend Bai Jingshuo came to "visit" with a warm smile - it was this man who took away his family's martial arts three years ago and sold him here to pay off his debts. Everyone regarded him as a piece of rotten wood that could not be broken. No one knows that he is born with the ability to eat thunder bones and is immortal when thousands of thunders enter his body. Every thunder that struck him sank into the thunder pool in his Dantian and became his own ammunition. Nine hundred and ninety-nine thunderbolts, one stroke at a time, are all stored in the body, waiting for the thousandth one to fall. When the thousandth thunder struck, he did not fall - but he heard a very light sneer coming from the depths of the thunder pool, not like thunder, but like a human being. What exactly sank in that well? Thunder remembers people, and people should also remember thunder.
The three-year account book has turned to the last page. It's time to get back the capital and interest.
