The Eye of the Veiled Sky stared at that cup of dark green, viscous liquid, then glanced at Feng Qingran’s sinister smiling face. A chill surged from the bottom of its heart.
The female heart is indeed the most poisonous—truly no lie.
The Eye of the Veiled Sky extended a small hand from within the clouds, trembling as it took the cup. “If I drink this, will you let me go?”
“You drink first.” Feng Qingran’s almond-shaped eyes sparkled, brimming with curiosity.
The Eye of the Veiled Sky retracted its hand with a whoosh, and the cup vanished into the clouds.
Immediately after, streaks of lightning flickered across the surface of the clouds, alternating between black and silver. Pained roars emanated from within the dark mass.
Crash!—
The cup fell from the clouds, shattering into pieces on the ground.
Witnessing this scene, Feng Qingran praised, “Yuanbao, well done. Grow more of these melons. We’ll use this method to deal with anyone who disobeys in the future.”
Feng Qingran completely failed to notice the dark clouds above Mount Yunxiao twitching and floating up and down.
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At the entrance of Lingyun Sect.
Under the bright daylight, bolts of startling thunder crashed down one after another. The crowd had grown somewhat numb.
They desperately wanted to roar, “Sir, could you please show some respect for the heavenly thunder and for us?”
“Is it really appropriate to transcend your tribulation so casually and leisurely?”
One cultivator, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, said, “You know, when I advance to Nascent Soul in the future, could I hire him at a high price to help me withstand the lightning strikes?”
“You’re a real genius. Do you have any idea how each lightning tribulation holds different significance for the one undergoing it? A cultivator who advances without being struck by lightning not only fails to improve their strength but also loses any chance of advancing further in the future.”
Just then—
Everyone noticed the light dimming. They looked up and saw countless dark clouds gathering overhead.
The churning clouds carried a terrifying pressure.
Liu Canglan’s gentle eyes detected something unusual. Was the real lightning tribulation about to begin?
But Mu Qianjue was still inside the formation and would need at least another half hour to emerge. If he were to rush to Mount Yunxiao now…
Liu Canglan scanned the cultivators present, each with their own hidden agendas. None of them were trustworthy.
“Master, look at me! I’ll take care of Uncle-Master for you. You can focus on transcending your tribulation!” Hu Yunxiang emerged once again, swaying as he walked.
Liu Canglan frowned, hesitating slightly. Should he really accept Hu Yunxiang?
A 250-year-old Foundation Establishment cultivator with mediocre aptitude would undoubtedly die before him. A master burying his disciple…
Liu Canglan shook his head. Taking on a disciple would only bring trouble—absolutely not!
The thunderclouds above emanated an overwhelming pressure once more. The power of these lightning bolts was clearly countless times stronger than before.
Liu Canglan didn’t dare to be careless. The protective formation at Lingyun Sect’s gate could barely withstand the lightning tribulation, but these cultivators wouldn’t survive it.
“Master, please consider accepting me. Transcending the tribulation brooks no delay!” Hu Yunxiang was clever enough to see that Liu Canglan was concerned about Mu Qianjue.
Liu Canglan sighed softly. Very well, perhaps it was destiny.
“Today, I, Liu—”
Boom!—
A thunderbolt roared, striking toward Liu Canglan.
Liu Canglan’s expression changed drastically. He summoned his sword and flew upward.
He absolutely couldn’t let the lightning strike down, or everyone below would surely die.
The heavenly thunder, carrying its terrifying pressure, closed in on Liu Canglan.
Liu Canglan’s gentle eyes turned solemn. While he was below, he hadn’t noticed anything unusual about the heavenly thunder.
But now, as the heavenly thunder approached step by step, he could see hints of purple mixed within the silver lightning.
He even sensed another aura within the heavenly thunder—a strange, resentful energy?
“Eldest Senior Brother, hurry to Mount Yunxiao to transcend your tribulation.” Feng Qingran’s voice suddenly rang out.
Instantly, the silver lightning that should have struck down came to an abrupt halt right above Liu Canglan’s head.
The silver lightning twisted a few times before turning back and retreating into the dark clouds.
Then, as if fleeing for its life, it scattered and rushed toward Mount Yunxiao.
Liu Canglan: “…”
Today’s thunder was truly bizarre and strange?
The Eye of the Veiled Sky drifted away, sobbing and whining: Hmph! My plan for revenge was discovered. I’ll try again another day!
Liu Canglan swiftly descended on his sword. “Seventh Junior Brother, Little Junior Sister, protect Qianjue here. I’ll go ahead and transcend my tribulation.”
The two nodded. Liu Canglan rode his sword through the mist, his figure disappearing.
The cultivators below broke into an uproar. Transcending a tribulation halfway and then switching locations—this was a first.
“Ah! Master, you’re too heartless! You didn’t even glance at your disciple!” Hu Yunxiang knelt on the ground, crying.
He cried while secretly glancing at Mo Jinghong and Feng Qingran.
These two, who looked like immortals descended to earth, were Liu Canglan’s junior brother and junior sister. Getting on their good side would work too.
But these two looked somewhat familiar… Where had he seen them before?
Mo Jinghong lowered his dark eyes, looking at Hu Yunxiang with a faint, ambiguous smile.
Feng Qingran examined Hu Yunxiang. “The master you’re referring to is my eldest senior brother?”
“Yes! Little Junior Aunt, Master was just about to accept me as his disciple, but the heavenly thunder suddenly interrupted and disrupted his plans.” Hu Yunxiang’s eyes gleamed.
This young girl seemed naive and unworldly, easy to fool.
“You’re at the first level of Foundation Establishment. At most, you have another 250 years to live. Once Eldest Senior Brother breaks through to the Deity Transformation stage, he’ll live nearly 5,000 years. Would he really accept you as his disciple?” Feng Qingran’s almond-shaped eyes curved into half-moons, resembling crescent moons.
If Liu Canglan really accepted Hu Yunxiang, she would definitely find some brain-nourishing spirit fruits for her eldest senior brother.
“Little Junior Aunt, don’t judge me by my cultivation level. Even though I’m only at Foundation Establishment, I’m a fifth-grade formation master—the most promising formation master in all of Qingyun Province.” As Hu Yunxiang spoke, he glanced at Mo Jinghong.
Mo Jinghong stood tall and graceful, his eyes cool and detached, exuding an air of noble elegance.
Hu Yunxiang concluded inwardly that this one was also not someone who liked to meddle in others’ affairs.
He only needed to fool Feng Qingran!
“No, you’re not. You’re at the peak of the fourth grade.” A faint light flickered in Feng Qingran’s almond-shaped eyes, her tone certain.
“Holy crap! You’re a formation master?” Hu Yunxiang exclaimed in surprise.
