At this critical moment, some demonic cultivators were already exchanging glances.
Causing trouble now would undoubtedly be the perfect opportunity.
The Right Envoy hesitated.
Meanwhile, the West Extreme Demon Lord said indifferently, "Not making a move? Rather than fearing retaliation, it’s better to strike first."
Spurred by his words, the Right Envoy decisively gave up. "If you want to act, do it yourself."
He still had the Earthly Fiend Sect behind him—unlike those who had nothing to lose.
Though the West Extreme Demon Lord’s reasoning made sense, an inner voice kept warning the Right Envoy: Don’t act, don’t act.
Seeing the Right Envoy’s refusal, the West Extreme Demon Lord also backed down.
But just then, five figures suddenly attacked, their strikes far from weak.
With someone taking the lead, others followed suit, their hesitation fading.
Most were at the Void Refinement stage, while a few Nascent Soul cultivators joined in, eager to stir chaos.
Tribulation Phase experts, however, remained cautious. None made a move—partly because their numbers were few, and not all wished to attack Jiang Ningshu.
Attacks rained down from all directions toward Jiang Ningshu.
The onlookers began to gloat.
Even with the black-robed figure guarding her, could he possibly block so many strikes?
The answer was yes.
With a wave of his hand, Su Luo deflected every incoming attack as if an invisible wall stood in their way.
Then, with a single finger, two fingers, and more…
Whoever he pointed at died instantly, pierced by a surge of energy.
Those who had attacked now faced retribution.
Even those who tried to flee failed.
Su Luo showed no mercy.
Even if some survived the first strike with protective treasures, a second finger sealed their fate.
Silence fell over the crowd.
No one had expected the black-robed figure to be this formidable.
Panicked murmurs arose.
Those who hadn’t attacked immediately thought of fleeing far away.
Yet when they realized they weren’t being targeted, they calmed slightly.
As long as they didn’t provoke him, they were safe.
Some even crept back to watch—this was a rare Tribulation crossing, after all.
After dealing with the attackers, Su Luo withdrew, standing motionless.
Though he spoke no words, the message was clear: This is the fate of those who interfere.
Some gazed at the black-robed figure with mixed emotions. This man is absurdly strong.
And why wasn’t the heavenly tribulation punishing him?
Even with shielding treasures, he had brazenly attacked within the tribulation’s range, outright disrespecting it. Shouldn’t there be consequences?
Yet the heavenly tribulation remained focused solely on Jiang Ningshu, utterly ignoring Su Luo.
The hope of seeing him struck by lightning was dashed.
With Su Luo’s display of power, the crowd grew far more obedient. No one dared act recklessly now.
The nine heavenly thunderbolts continued hammering Jiang Ningshu.
This time, she felt challenged. The accumulated force of the tribulation wasn’t something she could easily withstand.
But not easily didn’t mean impossible.
"She’s done it," someone exclaimed.
The thunder ceased, and Jiang Ningshu still stood.
Then, an overwhelming aura erupted from her—so terrifyingly powerful it defied description.
Jiang Ningshu had ascended to the Tribulation Phase.
The tribulation ended. The dark clouds dispersed, sunlight pouring through.
The skies cleared.
The onlookers were stunned. No one had expected Jiang Ningshu to survive such a cataclysmic tribulation.
The Right Envoy and the West Extreme Demon Lord quickly fled. Attacking was out of the question—better to avoid drawing attention.
As her aura receded, Jiang Ningshu, weakened, began to fall from the sky.
Su Luo caught her.
"Congratulations. You succeeded."
"I’m not as thrilled as I imagined I’d be."
"Why?"
"Perhaps… it felt easier than expected." After a pause, she corrected herself, "No, it’s because you were here. I never lost focus, so it went smoothly."
"I only assisted. Your own strength carried you through."
While they spoke, whispers spread among the crowd.
"Hey, she’s at her weakest now. If we don’t act, we’ll never get another chance."
"Then why don’t you make a move?"
"How about I distract the black-robed one, and you ambush the newly ascended Tribulation Phase expert?"
"Want to switch roles?"
The other fell silent.
Then, a demonic cultivator at the Tribulation Phase stepped forward, approaching Su Luo and Jiang Ningshu.
"I’d like to ask—how did you reach the Tribulation Phase?"
The question was direct. Who wouldn’t want to advance further?
But Su Luo and Jiang Ningshu ignored him, preparing to leave.
"You dare disregard me?"
Good. Now he had a reason to strike.
The demonic cultivator’s temper flared.
Earlier attackers had been below the Tribulation Phase, so the black-robed man thought no one here could challenge him?
He struck with his full power.
Facing a Tribulation Phase expert, hesitation meant death.
He still held hope—Jiang Ningshu was exhausted. If he could eliminate the black-robed guardian, victory was his.
The black-robed man was strong, but as a Tribulation Phase expert himself, he was confident. This was his full-force attack—prepare to die.
Yet Su Luo blocked it with one hand.
The demonic cultivator gaped. Even Di Haoran couldn’t have countered his strike so effortlessly.
Without wasting words, Su Luo steadied Jiang Ningshu with one arm while condensing a sword of spiritual energy with the other.
A single swing.
The demonic cultivator was engulfed by a devastating sword aura.
Not even a scream escaped him before he was reduced to dust.
Killing him had been as effortless as crushing an ant.
The crowd was beyond shocked—they were terrified.
"Who is this man?"
"Could you kill a Tribulation Phase expert in an instant?"
"Are you joking? Even with a two-minor-realm advantage, no Tribulation Phase cultivator could achieve that!"
"Then… is he at the Transcendence Phase?"
Yet no one could discern Su Luo’s true cultivation level.
Still, their suspicions leaned in that direction.
Jiang Ningshu’s ascension was hard enough to accept—but another Transcendence Phase expert?
Unthinkable.
Su Luo then asked politely, "Anyone else want to block our path?"
They’d traveled far to spectate. He might as well give them a chance to perform.
But their inner voices screamed: You jest, my lord! After seeing that, we wouldn’t dare!
Silence. Some even fled outright.
The show was over. No reason to linger.
Receiving no response, Su Luo departed with Jiang Ningshu.
Watching them leave, Di Haoran felt a pang of complexity.
Since when had the cultivation world gained powerhouses he didn’t recognize?
Di Haoran prided himself on his vast knowledge, yet he couldn’t place the black-robed man’s identity.
More importantly, Jiang Ningshu had truly reached the Tribulation Phase.
What would the cultivation world become now?
Di Haoran couldn’t help but worry.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
igrating to the cultivation world for two hundred years, I've managed to lie low and reach the Nascent Soul stage. Only now does my golden finger arrive? ...
