A moment ago—
A figure slowly walked into the Scripture Pavilion, dressed in Daoist robes, with white hair and a youthful face—it was Elder Ziyun.
"Ziyun, what brings you here today?" The elder overseeing the Scripture Pavilion lazily glanced at him. "What ill wind blows you in?"
"This year, Flying Sword Peak has recruited quite a few promising disciples. I need a batch of cultivation techniques." Elder Ziyun's gaze swept across the surroundings, lingering on the shelves filled with manuals.
"In that case, go ahead and pick them yourself." The elder paused, seemingly recalling something about Ye Chuan. "One of your disciples just came by earlier. I heard he’s at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm?"
"Indeed, a promising seedling. Just one step away from the Crystal Formation realm, so I gave him a ninth-grade Crystal Formation Pill," Ziyun replied.
Hearing it was only a ninth-grade pill, the Scripture Pavilion elder let out a meaningful "Oh," as if he understood something. "Such a talented disciple, yet you only gave him a ninth-grade Crystal Formation Pill? Seems it’s all for Ning'er’s sake."
"Heh, Huang Haotian’s future achievements naturally cannot surpass Ning'er’s. Besides, I can’t let other peaks take him either." Ziyun stroked his beard.
With that, Ziyun dispelled the soundproofing barrier and turned toward the staircase.
"What an old fox. He gets his hands on a talented disciple but refuses to nurture him properly, yet won’t let other peaks have him either." The Scripture Pavilion elder sighed lazily, though it had nothing to do with him.
After all, he and Ziyun were cut from the same cloth. If this was Ziyun’s decision, he wouldn’t interfere.
When Ziyun reached the second floor to select some techniques, he let out a puzzled sound.
To his surprise, the shelves were empty—completely barren, as if nothing had ever been there.
What? Where are the techniques?
Were they moved somewhere else?
"Could they be on the third floor?" Frowning, Ziyun didn’t bother going back to ask the elder and instead continued upward.
Third floor.
Still empty…
Not a single scrap remained, as if someone had looted the place.
Ziyun didn’t even spot Ye Chuan.
"Where’s Huang Haotian? Did that kid have something to do with this?" Ziyun doubted it. Why would Ye Chuan take all the manuals from the Scripture Pavilion? Besides, these shelves had restrictions—you couldn’t just take whatever you wanted.
Even if he could, with just Foundation Establishment cultivation, how could he possibly leave the Qingyun Sect?
Ziyun released his divine sense, but still found nothing.
Was he not here?
But he couldn’t have gone to the west tower—it was inaccessible.
Just then, Ziyun suddenly sensed an overwhelming aura emanating from above. A deafening rumble of thunder echoed, and the sky outside the window darkened in an instant.
"This?!!"
Outside the Scripture Pavilion, the once-clear sky turned pitch-black in the blink of an eye, replaced by layers of dark, roiling clouds. Bolts of lightning flickered within, exuding a murderous aura!
The surrounding spiritual energy began to churn violently. Winds howled, and the air itself seemed to tremble!
"What’s happening?! Why did the sky suddenly darken?!"
"Th-this aura… is it a Tribulation Transcendence expert?!"
"Such a celestial phenomenon—why is it appearing over our Flying Sword Peak?!"
"Could it be the emergence of a heavenly treasure? Isn’t that the direction of the Scripture Pavilion?"
Disciples of Flying Sword Peak looked up in shock, some already sensing something amiss and quickly retreating.
"BOOM!" A deep thunderclap roared, as if a dragon of lightning writhed within the clouds!
By now, numerous elders had taken to the skies, staring in disbelief.
"Why is the tribulation cloud only over Flying Sword Peak?" Feeling the oppressive might of the heavens, Ziyun frowned.
He had witnessed the celestial phenomena of a Tribulation Transcendence breakthrough before—this tribulation’s aura was far weaker.
"This isn’t a senior breaking through to the Tribulation Transcendence realm," Ziyun muttered.
"Ziyun, we must inform the sect leader immediately!"
"The sect leader isn’t here. Even if he rushed back, it’d be too late."
At that moment, the tribulation clouds finally moved. With another earth-shaking boom, a golden bolt of lightning descended like a divine sword—straight toward the Scripture Pavilion!
"Not good! Protect the Scripture Pavilion!" Several elders acted at once, summoning their magical treasures and artifacts to block the heavenly lightning!
The moment the lightning clashed with the defenses, a violent explosion erupted. The residual shockwaves sent nearby disciples flying!
"BOOOOM!"
The dark clouds, provoked by the resistance, grew even more furious!
The lightning within flickered with increasing intensity, its power escalating.
"Damn it, the heavenly lightning is getting stronger! Have the disciples join the defense!" Ziyun commanded gravely.
Though they didn’t know why this tribulation had appeared, protecting the Scripture Pavilion was paramount!
"All disciples, heed my order! Assist in repelling the heavenly lightning!"
Hearing the elder’s command, the observing disciples hesitated—but despite their fear, they summoned their artifacts and joined the effort!
At the same time, a second bolt of lightning, even more terrifying than the first, came crashing down!
"BOOM!" The energy surged forth, colliding with the combined defenses of the elders and disciples.
With their combined might, they barely managed to hold back the second strike.
Inside the Scripture Pavilion, sixth floor.
"The Qingyun Sect folks are pretty nice, blocking the heavenly lightning for me." Ye Chuan leaned against a bookshelf, watching the spectacle outside with amusement.
Though it looked terrifying, he wasn’t particularly fazed.
Even if he got struck, his Indestructible Chaos Body might just shrug it off.
And even if it didn’t, he wouldn’t actually die.
Still, this heavenly lightning was far stronger than the tribulation he faced at the Golden Core realm. If it were his high-voltage electric tower back home, it’d probably be toast.
This was supposed to be a Crystal Formation realm tribulation, yet even Nascent Soul elders—two major realms above—had to exert their full strength, combined with thousands of disciples, just to barely withstand the second strike.
"Defending the Scripture Pavilion, huh? Sounds fun." Ye Chuan stroked his chin.
Hmm, why not spice things up?
A brilliant idea struck him. He raised a middle finger toward the window and taunted,
"Pathetic. Such weak-ass lightning, what kind of trash is this?"
"Oi, hit me right here, you little cupcake."
……
"BOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!" The clouds churned like spilled ink, the heavens darkening as an overwhelming pressure descended.
The golden lightning shifted, first turning crimson, then deep violet!
"P-Purple Heaven Judgment Lightning?!" Ziyun and the other elders were dumbfounded.
What the hell was going on?!
They couldn’t hold this back.
What in the Scripture Pavilion could possibly warrant this?!
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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