Three days after the "tea kettle incident," the Azure Sky Sect had mostly recovered.

Mostly.

Every courtyard now had a "No Cub Beyond This Line" sign.

Every elder had learned to identify the faint scent of ozone as a warning sign.

And every disciple had at least one blurry memory involving lightning and a giggling beast.

Li Ming, meanwhile, had acquired permanent eye bags and a new title: Caretaker of Chaos.

---

Morning sunlight slanted through the training field as Li Ming stood before a group of nervous outer disciples.

He sighed, hands clasped behind his back. "Today, we're practicing the Flowing Thunder Palm. Simple technique. Precise control. No theatrics."

Bai Guo hovered nearby, already smirking. "You should include that last sentence in every conversation you have with Lei Shan."

Speak of the devil.

A small crackle sounded behind them.

Lei Shan waddled into the field, fur gleaming, tail flicking, and a faint hum of lightning in the air around him. The disciples immediately straightened up—half out of respect, half out of sheer self-preservation.

Li Ming pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're supposed to stay in the courtyard."

Lei Shan blinked innocently and sat down. His tail sparked once, drawing a perfect circle of singed grass around him.

The disciples pretended not to notice.

---

Li Ming demonstrated.

Palm strike—Qi flow— discharge.

The faint shimmer of lightning flickered through the air, crisp and controlled.

"Like this," he said. "Power without waste. Energy without destruction."

The disciples nodded, eyes focused.

And then Lei Shan stood up.

He mimicked Li Ming's stance—tiny paws apart, horns glowing faintly.

Li Ming's brow twitched. "No. Absolutely not."

Lei Shan tilted his head, then released a soft hum—and unleashed a ripple of pure spiritual current that flattened every target dummy on the field in perfect synchronization.

Not destroyed.

Flattened.

Like respectful bowing hay men.

Silence.

Then Bai Guo muttered, "Well… efficiency noted."

Li Ming blinked twice. "That was… the advanced form of the Flowing Thunder Palm."

One disciple whispered, awestruck, "The beast ascended the technique."

Another murmured, "Can it… teach us?"

Before Li Ming could shut it down, Lei Shan proudly strutted to the front of the group and chirped loudly—as if giving a lecture.

Then, with exaggerated seriousness, he raised one paw and performed the movement again—slower this time, almost demonstrative.

The disciples copied him in complete silence.

Lightning hummed faintly across the field, perfectly synchronized.

Every strike matched.

Every stance identical.

Li Ming just stood there, half impressed, half horrified.

Bai Guo chuckled softly. "Descendant, I believe your pet just replaced you."

---

By the end of the session, Lei Shan had the disciples bowing to him for guidance.

They even started chanting, "Instructor Lei Shan!"

Li Ming's eyebrow twitched so hard it could've drawn lightning.

"Stop encouraging this."

Lei Shan beamed and puffed out his chest, clearly loving the attention.

Then, with a proud chirp, he jumped onto Li Ming's shoulder, tail wagging like a satisfied stormcloud.

Bai Guo gave an approving nod. "A good day's work for the youngest instructor in sect history."

Li Ming exhaled slowly. "…I am surrounded by traitors."

---

That night, while the disciples whispered tales of "the little thunder master,"

Li Ming stared into the night sky from his courtyard.

He muttered under his breath, "Just one peaceful day. Is that so much to ask?"

A faint crackle answered him from the kitchen.

Then a flash of light.

Then a chorus of terrified cooks.

Bai Guo fluttered past with a grin. "He's teaching the chefs now."

Li Ming's scream echoed through the valley.

---

By sunrise, the Azure Sky Sect was buzzing.

Literally.

Faint electrical hums echoed through every courtyard, accompanied by distant shouts like—

"Hold your Qi steady!"

"Don't sneeze while channeling lightning!"

"Where's my hair?!"

Li Ming rubbed his temples as he passed a group of disciples practicing synchronized palm strikes. Each motion was sharp, fluid— and accompanied by a faint "chirp!" as they copied Lei Shan's rhythm.

The cub sat on a rock, paws crossed like a proud teacher, fur shimmering faintly gold.

A few younger disciples were even taking notes.

Bai Guo landed beside Li Ming with a satisfied sigh. "I've seen a lot of strange things in this sect, descendant, but this… this is history."

"This," Li Ming said flatly, "is anarchy."

---

He walked over to the nearest group. "You! What are you doing?"

The disciple turned, sweat glistening on his forehead. "Practicing, Senior! Instructor Lei Shan said to align our Qi with his thunder frequency!"

"…His what?"

Before Li Ming could process, Lei Shan gave a tiny chirp.

Every disciple on the field immediately adjusted their stances—

and lightning arced perfectly between their palms, weaving a unified current.

The Qi pulse was stable.

Refined.

Balanced.

Li Ming blinked. "That's… actually good control."

Bai Guo smirked. "You sound upset about it."

"I am upset about it. He's a baby beast! He shouldn't have a teaching method!"

Lei Shan tilted his head, then hopped down, trotting over with an adorable "brrrp!"

He placed one tiny paw on Li Ming's leg, golden sparks swirling like a question mark.

Li Ming sighed. "…You have no idea what you're doing, do you?"

Lei Shan chirped proudly.

Then his tail sparked—

and one of the outer walls neatly collapsed into dust.

Li Ming froze. "Right. That's what I thought."

---

By noon, chaos had evolved into organized chaos.

The blacksmiths reported a 200% increase in forging speed because Lei Shan had decided the forge "looked cold" and started radiating thunder heat.

The herb gardens grew thrice as fast after he "accidentally" sneezed on the soil—infusing it with so much lightning Qi that even weeds started cultivating.

And the sect's main training array?

Well, it now glowed permanently because Lei Shan thought it was "too quiet."

Bai Guo summarized it perfectly while floating above the courtyard:

"The entire sect has entered enlightenment out of sheer fear."

Li Ming dragged a hand down his face. "I am never getting promoted after this."

---

That night, Elder Qing arrived, robes singed, beard twitching.

He looked at Li Ming. Then at the cub perched proudly on a glowing rock.

Then back at Li Ming.

"Explain," he said, voice trembling.

Li Ming straightened his back. "It's… under control."

At that exact moment, Lei Shan sneezed again—

and Elder Qing's sleeves disintegrated in a perfect puff of smoke.

The elder stared at the frayed edges.

Then, slowly, turned toward the cub.

Lei Shan blinked innocently.

Then chirped once and tilted his head, clearly asking for praise.

Elder Qing took a deep breath.

"…I see. A talented spirit beast indeed."

He turned to leave, voice strangely calm. "Li Ming, you are now responsible for its education, feeding, training, and containment."

"Containment?" Li Ming repeated. "It's not—"

The elder stopped, glancing over his shoulder. "Before the sect turns into a thunderstorm, perhaps?"

Li Ming's jaw tightened. "…Yes, Elder."

Bai Guo snorted. "Congratulations, descendant. You've been promoted to zookeeper."

---

Later that night, Li Ming collapsed into bed.

Lei Shan curled up beside him, a warm glow of lightning humming like a lullaby.

"Tomorrow," Li Ming muttered, eyes half-shut, "will be a hard day".

The cub purred, tail sparking softly.

A moment later, Li Ming's blanket caught fire.

He didn't move. He just sighed.

"…We'll start after breakfast."

To be continued...

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