Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 41

Liu Canglan’s gaze fell upon Hu Yunxiang. Had he been driven to this state by Hu Yunxiang’s antics?

The mere thought of someone asking him in the future about the catalyst for his breakthrough to God Transformation rank filled him with dread.

Would he have to tell people he advanced out of sheer rage? What would become of his dignity then?

Hu Yunxiang was so startled he leaped to his feet. He had thought his own boastful rant had angered the heavens!

But when he realized it was Liu Canglan who had been struck, he let out a long sigh of relief.

The others were also frightened by the thunderclap. They looked up at the sky—white clouds drifted peacefully, yet another bolt of lightning struck down out of nowhere.

Could it be that even the heavens wanted Liu Canglan to take Hu Yunxiang as his disciple?

Was Liu Canglan being struck by lightning because he kept refusing?

Liu Canglan wanted to rush to Mount Xiaoxiao to undergo his tribulation, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave Mu Qianshi, who was still within the formation.

With one hand, he took out his communication token; with the other, he swept his sleeve, harnessing the newly fallen silver lightning and converting it for his own use.

Once again, he felt grateful to his junior apprentice sister. It was her Thunderflame Tyrannical Ginseng that had allowed his thunder spirit root to evolve into Purple Thunder, making him fearless against this destructive silver lightning.

Liu Canglan was completely unaware of the immense trouble this very act would later cause for Feng Qingran.

But at this moment, he knew nothing. He faced the lightning tribulation with caution, especially since he still needed to keep an eye on Mu Qianshi within the formation.

“Seventh Junior Brother, have you finished getting struck by lightning? If you’re done, come to the sect entrance and let me take my turn… to face the lightning,” Liu Canglan said.

Hearing this, Hu Yunxiang’s eyes lit up. His chance had arrived!

“Master, you should hurry and find a place to undergo your tribulation. Leave Junior Master Uncle to me! I promise not a single hair on his head will be harmed!” Hu Yunxiang declared with unwavering confidence.

The other cultivators were in an uproar. They were already stunned by Liu Canglan catching lightning with his bare hands, but now they were being told this was his tribulation!

“Holy crap! Isn’t he at the Nascent Soul stage? If he undergoes tribulation now, doesn’t that mean he’s advancing to God Transformation?!”

“Two God Transformation cultivators in a single day? Can you even form a group for tribulation? What kind of legendary sect is this?!”

“Two God Transformation cultivators? He’s only taken two lightning strikes so far… there are still thirty-four more to go,” one person remarked with a sarcastic tone.

If Liu Canglan was still at the Nascent Soul stage, he could cling to the illusion that the gap between Golden Core and Nascent Soul was just a single level.

But if Liu Canglan truly reached God Transformation, even if he cultivated day and night, he would never catch up.

“Hmph! You just can’t stand to see my master succeed. He caught that lightning so easily—he must have a thunder spirit root. The tribulation is probably a blessing for him!” Hu Yunxiang glared angrily at the cultivator who had spoken.

The cultivator grumbled incoherently, “Bootlicker. Disgraceful!”

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In stark contrast to the clear skies and sudden thunder over Liu Canglan’s location…

The peak of Mount Xiaoxiao was nothing short of purgatory.

Ominous black clouds pressed down, causing the mountain to tremble. An endless stream of destructive energy gathered like a terrifying beast, enveloping Mo Jinghong.

Not far away, Feng Qingran watched with fear and trepidation. This false Heavenly Dao clearly wanted to kill her seventh senior brother.

But for some unknown reason, it didn’t dare to shred him directly. Instead, it continuously applied pressure, trying to make him succumb to fear…

Mo Jinghong’s gaze was icy. Faced with the overwhelming pressure that threatened to crush him, his handsome face remained utterly composed.

Purple lightning circled around him, never allowing the black clouds to touch him.

After about half an hour…

Burp!—

The Purple Lightning let out a satisfied burp, having grown yet another size larger.

It circled a few more times before stopping, as if it had eaten its fill.

Mo Jinghong raised his hand, and with a flick of his sleeve, the Purple Lightning vanished into his palm.

A faint, mocking smile touched his lips as he watched the black clouds retreat several inches around him. His slender hand reached into the darkness, seized a mass of it, and brought it before him.

The cluster of black cloud struggled violently, trying to break free, but found itself powerless to escape.

It roared with thunderous fury. Why was this aberrant creature still alive?

“Submit or perish?” A vibrant, delicate red spider lily bloomed between Mo Jinghong’s brows, radiating an aura of absolute life-and-death authority.

He hadn’t intended to subdue the Heaven-Shrouding Eye so soon, but Feng Qingran had already built her foundation.

By the time she underwent her Golden Core tribulation, the Heaven-Shrouding Eye would undoubtedly report her situation to the Heavenly Emperor.

If the Heavenly Emperor discovered Feng Qingran had deviated from her predetermined path, he would surely send agents to deal with her.

Enemies lurking in the shadows weren’t necessarily fearsome, but they were difficult to control.

He had no intention of placing Feng Qingran in such danger.

The Heaven-Shrouding Eye roared furiously, struggling against its constraints.

A true immortal like itself, bow to a mere insect from the lower realm? Impossible!

If not for the scarce immortal energy in this minor world, it would have torn this person to shreds!

Mo Jinghong watched the dark mass calmly, his expression unreadable. Even under the majestic pressure of the thunderclouds, his peerless nobility remained undimmed.

His gaze was profound, his aura steady, yet it inexplicably felt suffocating.

“Submit to me, and I will grant you the status of a true Heavenly Dao, allowing you to control a minor world and wield the power of life and death,” Mo Jinghong’s voice was cold, detached, and utterly devoid of emotion. His commanding presence exuded unparalleled dignity.

The Heaven-Shrouding Eye paused its struggle. A true Heavenly Dao?

Impossible!

This person must be lying. It was an existence rejected by the Heavenly Dao itself—how could it ever become the true Heavenly Dao?

He was a villain, an enemy of the Heavenly Emperor, surely trying to deceive it.

The Heaven-Shrouding Eye let out another series of thunderous roars.

“Heh. The Heavenly Emperor is your savior? You are merely another one of his pawns. Since you refuse to submit, then vanish.”