SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Divine Herb Forest…

High on a stone platform… that overlooked the edge of the Divine Herb Forest’s third mountain…

A guard from the Immortal Alchemist Association stood rooted in place—eyes wide, heart thundering in disbelief.

The sky had just calmed after the divine thunderstorm that nearly split the heavens apart. But the lingering energy… the terrifying roar of the lightning dragon… the golden arrow that fell like a divine judgment… none of it had been illusion.

He trembled slightly as he took out a small red jade stone—no larger than a thumb. This wasn’t just any jade. It was a Message Imprint Jade. It could record moving visuals and spiritual signatures—and it could send those scenes to the central hall of the Association within seconds.

The guard inhaled deeply and placed his hand on the stone.

A soft glow covered his palm as he poured in his memory—the moment Kent drew lightning from the heavens, sat beneath the sacred tree, and summoned a bow of natural lightning to shoot a golden, living arrow that tore the sky apart.

The scene where the herbs aged and evolved, and the very beasts of the mountain fled underground was captured with frightening clarity.

The jade pulsed red, brighter and brighter… before vanishing.

—

Somewhere far beyond the Divine Herb Forest, deep within a floating palace surrounded by medicinal clouds and alchemical fire wheels, a group of elderly cultivators sat around a circular table of immortal blackwood.

They were the High Elders of the Immortal Alchemist Association—each a master of their own herb territories.

A glowing jade appeared on the center of their table, spinning in place. One of the elders touched it, and the scenes poured out—floating in the air like a divine illusion.

Gasps erupted.

“That’s the third mountain!”

“Did he—did he refine his physique using the heavenly lightning itself?!”

“The herbs… they evolved. Naturally! This defies our understanding of elemental growth cycles.”

“What realm is that boy in?”

“Mid Earth Immortal Mage at best, but that physique… that bow…”

A few elders stood in alarm.

“We must summon him! Anyone who can cause such a transformation in the Divine Herb Forest is too dangerous to leave unchecked.”

One elder—older than the rest, with his eyes closed the entire time—finally spoke.

“Sit.”

The room went silent.

The old man opened his pale golden eyes. He was the Supreme Elder of the Immortal Alchemist Association, a man who hadn’t spoken in fifty years.

“He carries the Storm God Tyrant Physique. The trees responded. The herbs obeyed. The lightning did not harm him. Do you understand what that means?”

One of the younger elders bowed slightly. “But Supreme Elder, should we not at least restrict—”

“No.”

The word struck like a gavel.

“Do nothing. Let the boy harvest. Let the forest reward him. There are forces at play beyond your mortal understanding.”

He paused, then added softly, “Do not provoke a lightning storm meant for the heavens.”

The others exchanged uncertain glances—but none dared speak further.

—

Back at the third mountain, Kent was casually storing the last of the red-glowing Lightning Red Grass into his spatial pouch.

Elder Jill had already secured several jade containers worth of rare herbs. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and disbelief. “Kent… I think this might be the greatest harvest I’ve ever witnessed in my lifetime. We’ve drawn enough attention as it is. It’s time we leave.”

Kent gave her a look, then shook his head. “You can go ahead, Elder. But I still need more.”

She blinked. “You’re not satisfied yet? You’ve collected enough herbs to trade for several mid-tier immortal weapons.”

“I don’t want a mid-tier weapon,” Kent replied, tightening the pouch’s seal. “I want something rare—something that responds to my lightning and supports my long-range combat. I’ll need wealth. Lots of it.”

Jill sighed. “So, you want to stay and keep harvesting?”

He nodded, eyes already scanning the deeper path toward the mountain’s inner ridge.

“Lightning-aligned herbs have a strange relationship with my physique. When I absorb their energy, it purifies my meridians. If I’m going to stand against what’s coming… I need to be stronger.”

Jill folded her arms, then smiled. “You sound like a man on a mission.”

“I am,” Kent said, his gaze sharp. “And this mountain hasn’t given me all it can yet.”

She looked at him—young, but already standing in the middle of chaos like it was his natural domain.

Then she gave a small bow and turned. “I’ll wait at the base for one day. If you’re not down by then, I’ll assume you’ve found another heavenly tribulation to bathe in.”

Kent grinned. “Fair.”

As she disappeared behind the rocky slopes, Kent summoned a silver token from his storage ring—a map marking deeper herb fields within the third mountain.

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned two Thunder Foxes.

“Scout ahead. Mark any herbs that pulse with silver or gold roots. Avoid contact with other beasts unless provoked.”

They darted away in crackling flashes of light.

Kent looked toward the sky, inhaled slowly, and whispered, “Time to earn myself a weapon worthy of the storm.”

And with that, he vanished into the mist-choked cliffs—alone again, with only thunder at his side.

–

The Divine Herb Forest had seen many cultivators in its long, mystical history. From arrogant sons of nobles to cautious old sect elders, each came seeking a piece of its endless herbal riches.

But none… none were like the youth now moving across the mountain ridges like a storm of lightning itself.

Kent.

After Elder Jill descended to the base of the third mountain, thinking the youth would take some time to recover, what she witnessed instead left her speechless.

Kent had become a living harvesting machine.

With his spirit ring expanded to its limit and tools rotating in mid-air around him, Kent zipped between herb patches like a streak of blue light.

He used miniature thunder glyphs to scan terrain, plucked fully matured herbs with perfect timing, and transferred them into floating jade containers sorted by element and age.

But the best of all is the rotating chakra which acts on its own. It cut down any dangers and herbs precisely.

Kent’s movements were fast but precise—each step optimized, each breath aligned to conserve spiritual energy.

He paused only to battle.

A furious two-headed Crimson Lightning Wolf pounced on him as he bent to pick up a rare Thunderleaf Lotus.

Kent didn’t even stand fully.

A simple gesture of his palm sent a compressed arc of lightning through the air—straight into the beast’s core. The wolf let out a tortured yelp and crashed into a tree, leaving behind a crater of sparks and fur.

“Too slow,” Kent murmured.

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