"Boom!!!"
Just as Gu Changyuan was deep in thought, an intense fluctuation of spiritual energy suddenly erupted from Su Wanqing, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the formation.
At first, the fluctuation was slightly sluggish, but it quickly became smooth and surging, like a long-suppressed torrent finally finding an outlet.
In her dantian, the surface of the Golden Core that had been dormant for many years began to show fine cracks, and brilliant golden light shone through them.
Almost at the exact moment her spiritual energy erupted, the sky above Hanhai City changed color. Thick, dark clouds rapidly gathered, forming a tribulation cloud as black as ink that hovered directly above the Tingtao Pavilion.
As the tribulation clouds churned, purple lightning flickered within, emitting crackling sounds of thunder. A thick, oppressive aura rushed forth—it was the Nascent Soul Tribulation.
Such a massive commotion instantly alarmed the Su family guards in the other rooms of the Tingtao Pavilion.
Su Ming, who had been hiding in the shadows, instantly revealed himself, his old face filled with unbelievable shock.
His Divine Sense at the Body Integration Realm was far more acute than the others. He could clearly perceive that the aura triggering the heavenly tribulation and currently breaking through belonged to the Fourth Miss, Su Wanqing.
"This... how is this possible?!"
Stormy waves of shock surged in Su Ming's heart.
He knew the Fourth Miss's condition all too well. That inner demon curse had entangled her soul and seeped deep into her bones; even the supreme experts of the Holy Lands were helpless against it.
But now...
How much time had actually passed?
That unfathomable Senior Gu had not only truly resolved the inner demon curse that baffled even the Holy Land experts, but he had also allowed the Fourth Miss to break through on the spot, drawing down the Nascent Soul heavenly tribulation.
What kind of heaven-defying means was this?!
Su Ming's gaze toward that quiet room was filled with unprecedented reverence.
This senior was absolutely no ordinary mighty figure.
He felt increasingly fortunate that they had managed to establish a connection with Gu Changyuan this time. To the Su family, this was undoubtedly a heaven-sent opportunity.
Soon, the first bolt of purple tribulation lightning crashed down, heading straight for Su Wanqing.
She had already awakened from her dreamscape. At this moment, her eyes were determined. Pushing her internal spiritual energy to the absolute limit, she waved her hand and summoned a defensive spiritual treasure bestowed by the Su family, steadily receiving the tribulation lightning.
The subsequent bolts of tribulation lightning arrived one after another. Relying on her formidable strength after the breakthrough and the enhancement of her spiritual treasure, Su Wanqing handled them with ease. Every bolt of lightning was successfully withstood, and her spiritual energy became increasingly condensed during the tribulation process.
About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea later, the final bolt of tribulation lightning fell and was completely shattered by Su Wanqing.
The tribulation clouds above slowly dispersed, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged toward her like a tide, pouring into her body.
The aura around her gradually stabilized, and her cultivation at the early Nascent Soul Realm was thoroughly consolidated.
Feeling the unprecedented abundance of spiritual energy in her body, as well as the complete dissipation of the gloom deep within her soul, tears shimmered in Su Wanqing's eyes.
She abruptly turned around, fell to her knees before Gu Changyuan, placed her hands flat in front of her, and heavily kowtowed three times:
"Junior Su Wanqing thanks Senior for the grace of a new life! This junior will never forget this great kindness for as long as I live!"
"Rise."
Gu Changyuan waved his hand, and a gentle stream of spiritual energy lightly lifted her up. His tone remained mild.
"I have an affinity with the Su family, so I conveniently helped you resolve your inner demon. However, the path of cultivation is long, and you will ultimately have to walk the rest of the road yourself."
"Yes! This junior understands!"
......
Early the next morning, Su Wanqing arrived outside Gu Changyuan's door looking refreshed and spoke respectfully:
"Senior, the matters regarding the Meng family have all been handled. We can set off now."
Gu Changyuan's voice came from inside the room:
"Alright."
As soon as the words fell, his figure silently appeared beside Su Wanqing.
In the open courtyard of the Tingtao Pavilion, the Su family guards were already lined up neatly, waiting. The eyes of every single person looking at Gu Changyuan were filled with awe.
Gu Changyuan said no more. With a light wave of his right hand, that giant immortal boat instantly materialized in the midair distance.
He waved his right hand again, and an invisible force enveloped Su Wanqing, the Su family guards, and even Su Ming, who was hiding in the dark, instantly transporting them onto the immortal boat.
Standing by the porthole, Su Wanqing looked down at Hanhai City, which was rapidly shrinking below. Feeling the spiritual energy concentration inside the immortal boat—which was noticeably several times denser, purer, and milder than the outside world—her heart was once again filled with endless emotion.
Gu Changyuan was already accustomed to this. His immortal boat naturally had countless formations set up inside, including highly efficient spirit-gathering and spirit-refining formations.
When they were in the spiritually barren Ruins of Disorder, these formations were useless. But upon arriving in the Jiuxiao Realm, they could continuously gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, providing tremendous assistance for cultivation.
Under the control of his mind, the immortal boat silently started up, turning into a streak of silver light that sped toward Fengling City, where the Su family was located.
Its speed was so fast that it far exceeded the standard flying ships the Su family was so proud of.
In just half a day's time, a towering, massive city appeared on the distant horizon—Fengling City, which was several times larger than Hanhai City.
This city was backed by the continuous Fengming Mountain Range. Its city walls towered into the clouds, with spiritual light flowing over them, presenting a magnificent sight.
However, the power structure within the city was much simpler than that of Hanhai City.
The Su family was in a league of its own in this city. There were no families or sects that could sit on equal footing with them.
This was not the result of the Su family bullying others with their power or eliminating dissidents.
On the contrary, the Su family had strict rules and handled matters relatively fairly.
As long as other factions did not actively provoke them or infringe upon the Su family's interests, the Su family generally would not interfere with their development, and would even provide some protection in certain aspects.
Over time, Fengling City formed a stable pattern with the Su family as the absolute core, surrounded by other small and medium-sized factions coexisting together.
At this moment, inside the Fengyun Hall of the Su family residence, the Su family patriarch, Su Yunhao, was chatting with a guest.
The guest was Chen Qianzhen, the patriarch of the Chen family in Fengling City. The two families had always been on good terms, and he had specially come to visit this time.
Suddenly, Su Yunhao frowned. He put down his teacup and looked up at the sky outside the hall.
Chen Qianzhen and several elders also seemed to sense something, their expressions changing simultaneously.
An indescribable, majestic pressure was rapidly approaching from the horizon.
The group quickly walked out of Fengyun Hall. When they looked up and saw that giant, sky-obscuring immortal boat, everyone revealed a look of shock.
They had never seen an immortal boat of such scale before, and their vigilance was instantly raised.
However, this time was different from the past.
The immortal boat slowly came to a halt above the Su family residence. Su Wanqing quickly walked to the edge railing of the immortal boat, leaned her upper body out, and shouted downwards:
"Father! It's me!"
Su Yunhao was stunned at first. When he saw clearly that it was indeed his daughter, Su Wanqing, the solemnity on his face instantly turned into astonishment.
The group of Su family elders was also dumbfounded. Looking at that terrifying immortal boat, and then at the smiling Fourth Miss of the Su family on board, their brains could not quite process the situation for a moment.
This... what was going on?
Did the Fourth Miss not go to the Meng family to receive the tribute?
How did she come back riding on such a terrifyingly massive immortal boat?

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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”