When she came out, Yu Yan was already waiting for her.
He set up a few formations on the empty space beside the pool to help resist the lightning tribulation. Following Yu Yan's instructions, Zhu Yao sat on the Formation Core. Everything was prepared, and all that was left was to wait for the Heavenly Lightning to descend.
Zhu Yao took a deep breath, looked at the bright sky, and then …
The sun set.
Damn, where's the promised lightning tribulation?
Zhu Yao who had waited for an entire day, turned her head around with a pleading look. "Master …" Why wasn't there any tribulation lightning? She had clearly formed her Azoth Core! He didn't strike when he should, but when he didn't dare to strike, he wantonly struck! There was definitely something wrong with this world!
Yu Yan did not know what was going on either. Logically speaking, his disciple was indeed an Azoth-stage practitioner, and looking at the shape of her Azoth Core, the might of this Lightning Tribulation should not be weak. Hence, he made such preparations. But for an entire day, there was still no movement from the sky.
"Let's go back first!" There was no other way. There were too many strange things happening to his disciple. He was already used to it.
Zhu Yao nodded, and crawled up. Though not being struck by lightning was a good thing for practitioners, because there was one less tribulation, why did she feel a strange feeling of being tricked by someone?
"Wait!" Yu Yan suddenly reached out his hand and stopped her. With a stern expression, he raised his head and looked towards the sky. "There's the presence of Tribulation Clouds."
Zhu Yao immediately raised her head and looked towards the sky anxiously as well. It was already evening, and the sky was already half dark, yet, there was still a little bit of light. After staring for a while, a dark cloud suddenly floated over.
But …
Why are my balls so small?
Zhu Yao looked dumbfoundedly at the basin-sized tribulation cloud. It looked as though it was rushing over, as it floated in a very comical manner. As it floated, it was even leaking air …
Most importantly, the cloud had a poor sense of direction. It accidentally floated past her head, paused for a moment, and then floated back above her head.
The tribulation cloud finally stopped above her head, and then it seemed to be brewing something. After a while, she heard a crackling sound, and a lightning bolt as thin as a thread emerged from the cloud layer, rushing towards her.
Then …
It stopped!
It stopped two steps away from her. Twisting its body in confusion, it leaned towards her face. Smack!
Zhu Yao: "…"
Yu Yan: "… …"
Pachi! Ba Ji your sister, ba ji! Don't tell me you're a tribulation lightning!
Unfortunately, the lightning had already disappeared, and then … the tribulation cloud floated away!
The cloud floated away … floated away … floated away!
Damn it! What was going on? Are you guys sent by God to act cute?
Both master and disciple were stunned for a full quarter of an hour.
"Yu Wang?"
"Ah?"
"I'm fine."
"Oh."
"…"
"…"
A moment later, Yu Yan silently kept away the formation on the ground. Stroking his disciple's head which had already been completely dumbfounded, he suddenly understood a little why his disciple was so stupid. So it was caused by the environment.
"Go back and rest first. I'll teach you spells tomorrow!"
"Oh!"
A while later …
"Desire your sister!"
— —
Zhu Yao was dealt a blow, a deep blow. Thinking about Xiao Yi who had activated his protagonist's halo, when he went through the Lightning Tribulation, the entire Ancient Hill Sect was enveloped by tribulation clouds. That grandeur, that extravagance, and especially that gigantic dragon which was imposing in the first half, and convulsing in the second half, just by recalling it, she could feel his domineering aura leaking out!
Even without mentioning the protagonist's halo, even that little wimp Wang Xuzhi's Lightning Tribulation, at the very least, had enveloped the entire Sword Mountain. Bolts of solid tribulation lightning, resounded through the clouds.
Why did it turn into a washbasin when it came to her …
The washbasin Tribulation was very sad.
However, she still had to live her life as usual. Her master had already agreed for her to go to the 'Tasyoluk' Secret Realm. Although she did not know the reason for his compromise, to her, it was a good thing.
She had to find the "Wood Spirit" before Xiao Yi. Xiao Yi possessed the Metal and Wood Dual Spirit Veins. His cultivation, who had already obtained the "Metal Spirit", had already risen so quickly, let alone the "Wood Spirit". She believed that by then, the humans would no longer be able to stop him from leveling up.
Hence, she definitely could not let him obtain the "Wood Spirit".
However, with her cultivation, it was not suitable for her to have a direct confrontation with him. Hence, Zhu Yao began to cultivate diligently like never before. She seemed to have brought out the momentum she had when she was taking her college entrance exams in the past, and cultivated day and night without stopping. Furthermore, she realized that many of the Mystic Arts in this world, were interlinked with the game. As a game technician, it was easier for her to accept these things.
However, even so, in order to integrate all of these, she had spent exactly three years.
Bang!
This was the three thousand five hundred and sixty-ninth time that Zhu Yao was beaten down by a certain master in a single move. Spitting out a few strands of wild grass that had entered her body, Zhu Yao stood up. Swinging the longsword in her hand, she said, "Again!"
She had always believed that the best way to raise her techniques, was through actual combat. Hence, in these three years, what she did the most, was to look for a beating.
Uh … No, she was looking for her master to spar with her.
However, the difference between her and Yu Yan's level was not just a tiny bit. Even if they were to compete in pure sword techniques, she basically had a fate of being stuck to the edge.
Often, after three years of hard work, she was still unable to withstand a single blow from her master.
This feeling of …
Bang!
Three thousand five hundred and seventy times!
"Again!"
Zhu Yao continued to pounce forward. This time, however, Yu Yan did not respond. With a wave of his hand, his disciple's longsword had already automatically flown into his hands.
"There's no need to train anymore today!"
"Ah?" In the past, didn't I always train until the sky turned dark? Zhu Yao was a little startled. Master treats me too well, I simply can't believe it.
Yu Yan approached her, reached out his hand, and stroked her head. His brows however, furrowed. "You still insist on going to 'Tasyoluk'?"
Zhu Yao nodded. "I must go!" She did not dare to casually say that she was going to save the world. However, since she had already arrived in this world, she would try her best to do what she could.
Yu Yan lightly sighed, and grew even more worried. Why wasn't this disciple of his a little more stupid? "Tomorrow is the day the Secret Realm opens. You must make preparations early."
"Thank you, master!" So this was the reason why she did not continue training.
"Follow me!" Yu Yan turned and walked towards the straw cottage.
Zhu Yao eagerly followed behind, only to see him placing her sword on the table, and then removing the sword tassel on his own sword. After pondering for a moment, he took out a white jade-like bell, and weaved the two together. Then, he tied it to her sword, and handed it over.
"Try activating your spiritual power."
Zhu Yao suspiciously picked it up, and the moment she circulated her spiritual energy, the sword was suddenly enveloped by a purple lightning glow. A sword that carried lightning.
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