Zhu Yao was about to cry. If this continued, she was going to die, and enter the palace three times!
Yu Yan stood at the side, worriedly looking at his own disciple. Unfortunately, he was unable to help. The path of forming a Nascent Soul was extremely difficult, and many people had fallen in this path of cultivation. The success rate was less than one in ten thousand. However, given his disciple's current situation, he had no choice but to form his Nascent Soul, and the tribulation lightning was the best opportunity.
However, the tribulation lightning was simply too straightforward. He had been worried that the tribulation lightning would not be able to be drawn over, so he had planned to forcibly draw it over. Now, it seemed that there was no need for him to do anything. The tribulation lightning struck down one after another, as if it was a festival. He suddenly had some doubts. Was his disciple's unimaginable affinity with lightning spiritual energy good or bad?
Zhu Yao was already a little numb from the pain, and her consciousness was growing blurry as well. She could only mechanically guide in spiritual energy.
"Ji ~" A crisp sound suddenly rang out from the bottom of his heart.
It's the Wood Spirit. Shit, I forgot to take it out. It won't be crushed to death by the Lightning Spiritual Energy, right? Zhu Yao worriedly looked into her body, only to see that at the corner of her divine sense, a tiny sapling was blankly looking at the large amount of lightning spiritual energy that had suddenly surged in.
Zhu Yao wanted to take it out, but she no longer had the strength to do so. Zhu Yao suddenly felt a little guilty. She had let down the little Wood Spirit.
"Ji … Ji …" The Wood Spirit seemed to have heard her inner thoughts. It shook its little branch and suddenly flew out of that little corner. It stretched out two little vines, grabbed a wisp of lightning spiritual energy, and flew back into her divine sense.
Like a little porter, he began to bustle back and forth.
Zhu Yao: "…"
It was actually not afraid of lightning spiritual energy. Could it be that it had stayed in his divine sense for a long time and had already gotten used to it?
With the addition of the wood spirit, the speed at which she absorbed spiritual energy became much faster. However, the heavenly lightning that was getting denser and denser was constantly charging her up.
"Ji ji ji ji ji …" The Wood Spirit was a little anxious. Two vines could no longer satisfy its needs, so it stretched out four.
"…"
A touching porter. Zhu Yao silently gave it a thumbs up.
Finally, he had spare energy to train his Divine Sense. In other words, cultivating the Nascent Soul. She could only use the lightning spiritual energy to continuously temper her divine sense. Time passed bit by bit, until her divine sense became more and more solid, slowly forming an embryonic form, like a small baby, the features became clearer and clearer. The pain in his body slowly subsided.
The lightning elemental energy could enter freely without his guidance.
Only then did she have the spare energy to look at the wood spirit.
Wow, when did it grow into a tree? What happened to the little sapling?
Could it be that it had grown up because it had come into contact with lightning spiritual energy?
"Chick …" The Wood Spirit seemed to be extremely tired as it waved its thousands of vines. With a soft cry, she withdrew her vines and flew into the depths of her divine sense. Leaning against the side of her Nascent Soul, she stopped moving as if she had fallen asleep.
You've worked hard!
Zhu Yao silently muttered.
She had formed her Nascent Soul, so the tribulation thunder had stopped and repaired her damaged meridians. Only then did she open her eyes.
Looking around, it was not an exaggeration to say that the place was beyond recognition. There were scorch marks everywhere. If not for the formation that Master had set up in advance, this island would have been sunk.
Yu Yan was standing five steps away from her.
"Master, I formed my Nascent Soul." Zhu Yao proudly waved her hands, feeling that she was really awesome!
"En." He looked her up and down, then nodded in satisfaction. His eyebrows relaxed.
His brows relaxed, and he raised his head to look in the direction of Ancient Hill Sect. The tribulation clouds had already begun to dissipate. There was such a huge commotion just now. There was such a huge commotion earlier, and she believed that everyone in the sect had already sensed it. Once the tribulation clouds dissipate, they would definitely come to investigate. She had to think of a good plan to deal with it.
"Mistress, I'm back. Did you miss your cute beastie?" Sesame popped out of nowhere, and pounced towards Zhu Yao. Midway, it was slapped back by Yu Yan's palm.
With a smack, its entire body was covered in black ash. Sesame crawled up with a wronged look, baring its teeth and roaring at Yu Yan. Then, it changed back into the pitiful Zhu Yao. "Mistress, he bullied me. You have to stand up for beastie."
Zhu Yao rolled her eyes at it. Recalling how the Wood Spirit was desperately helping her form her Nascent Soul earlier, comparing the past and the past, this beast was completely a hindsight.
"Eh, mistress, you formed your Nascent Soul." Sesame seemed to have just realized Zhu Yao's difference. Like a little puppy, it hopped around her a few rounds. "That's great. I knew mistress was incredible."
Zhu Yao pinched its face, and pulled it to the two sides. "Why did you come back?"
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Sesame shook its head and struggled out. Using its claws, it rubbed the side of its head. "Didn't I miss mistress? So, the moment I recovered my spiritual energy, I immediately rushed back. Mistress, how can you be so heartless!?"
"I know how to be unreasonable!" Zhu Yao pressed down on its head, and used even more strength to rub its little head.
"Wuuuuu, it hurts, it hurts …" Sesame had nowhere to hide, and could only be pinched by her. Tilting its head, it looked towards Yu Yan at the side, and roared. "Hey, hey, hey, control your disciple!"
A certain person immediately ignored it. If his disciple was a little livelier, he completely had no objections.
"I wonder which fellow daoist is casting a mystic art here. Zi Mo of Ancient Hill Sect has arrived. I wonder if honored one is willing to meet me? "
— — — —
The Great Patriarch of Ancient Hill Sect, Zi Mo, was a little distressed recently. An abnormality had occurred in the "Tasyoluk" Secret Realm that opened once every five hundred years, and out of the fifty or so disciples they sent, nearly half of them had perished. This was the greatest loss since the founding of the sect, but what worried him the most wasn't this. Rather, when he was doing a headcount, he discovered that a female cultivator with an unknown back was missing. According to his direct disciple, it was a female cultivator named "Steamed Bun".
If he did not investigate, he would not have known, but once he did, even his soul was scared out of his body. This bun was actually the little infant that his ancestral grand master brought back ten years ago, the second disciple of Jade Forest Mountain. He didn't want to think about how this ten-year-old girl liked to play with her life. Just thinking about Grand Martial Uncle's anger made him feel pain in his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.
Ai, thinking about this Grand Martial Uncle, I am a bit unlucky. For tens of thousands of years, he had been longing to take in a disciple. Now that he had finally gotten one, the disciple he took in would die one by one, and the disciple he took in would die one by one. He didn't even stop to breathe! He was starting to wonder if the other party was fated to be his … Ah pui!
He thought about it for a whole day, but he didn't know how to explain it to Grand Martial Uncle.
Yet, this troublesome matter just had to come again.
Sovereign Feng Yi's disciple had suddenly formed his Nascent Soul after returning to the Sect. Initially, this was a joyous occasion. Yet, an anomaly happened during the Tribulation. The Tribulation Lightning struck for a long time, yet, not a single one of them struck the head of the Nascent Soul practitioner. Instead, it struck towards the east of Ancient Hill Sect, one after another, with an especially refreshing feeling.
He had lived for so many years, yet, he had never seen a Tribulation Lightning strike that would deviate, and there was even an abnormal spiritual energy fluctuation coming from the east. Zi Mo was momentarily unable to sit still any longer. He called a few of his disciples, and decided to personally take a look.
Mn, it was definitely not to hide from his ancestral grand master.
In the end, when he arrived at the descending point of the Tribulation Lightning, he realized that there were many exquisite formations set up there. Following the principle of using peaceful means before resorting to force, he roared out. He never expected that the person inside would actually open up the formations.
Zi Mo looked inside, and when he clearly saw who was standing inside, his legs suddenly turned, and he had almost fallen from his flying sword.
"Grand … Grand … Grand … Grand Martial Uncle!" Why was this God here? He wasn't the least bit prepared.
Wait a minute!
Who was the handsome young man standing next to Grand Martial Uncle? Grand Uncle-Master seemed to be protecting him intentionally or unintentionally. Could it be that he was too shocked by the matter of his disciple, and then … accidentally went astray?
In an instant, Zi Mo imagined a melodramatic story that moved him to tears, yet, it could not be told to the world.
No, no, no, there must be something wrong with his way of thinking. How could Grand Uncle-Master have such a hobby? Hehehe ~
Zi Mo silently looked towards that person who was "not allowed to exist in the world", and to his shock, he realized that the other party was actually a Nascent Soul Reverend. Grand Martial Uncle really has high standards!
After asking, he found out that the other party was a wandering practitioner. Initially, he wanted to join Ancient Hill Sect, but coincidentally, when he passed by this island, he discovered this ninth-ranked demonic beast. When he was no match for it, fortunately, his Grand Martial Uncle arrived and attracted the tribulation lightning, helping him subdue the demonic beast.
The Wan Clan's Grand Martial Uncle, who rarely went out, actually took the initiative to save them? Who is this young man? Why does he have so much face? As expected, the relationship between these two people was definitely not simple, right?
Zi Mo looked at the mountain-like demonic beast standing behind the two of them. After a closer inspection, he realized that it was actually a ninth-ranked demonic beast. It was no wonder he had to guide the tribulation lightning over to help him subdue it. But, why did he have to help an outsider subdue it? And he even gave it to him so easily. This was a ninth-ranked demonic beast that was equivalent to an early-stage Demigod! Ninth-ranked! What happened to the promise of keeping the goodies within the family?
Even if the other party was your "not allowed to exist in the world", this was a little too "not allowed to exist in the world", right!
Zi Mo sighed deeply. Just as he was about to tactfully express his dissatisfaction towards his Grand Martial Uncle.
However, the other party simply turned to look at the youth behind him. Without leaving behind a single word of explanation, with a swoosh, he flew away by himself.
Zi Mo: "…"
Haah, who asked him to take up the job of cleaning up messes? However, after thinking that the other party was here to rely on Ancient Hill Sect, in the future, they would be on the same side. Naturally, the ninth-ranked demonic beast would be on the same side as well. Zi Mo felt relieved again, and with a courteous look, he invited this youth who looked even younger than him back.
The age of practitioners of Foundation and above could not be judged by their appearance. Although the other party looked like a youth, Zi Mo, who was experienced and knowledgeable, did not dare to refer to himself as an elder. Furthermore, this person could very possibly be the "not allowed to exist in the world" that his Grand Martial Uncle mentioned.
"I wonder what is Reverend's Daoist name?"
Zhu Yao was startled for a moment. Back then, when Zi Mo spoke, she had already guessed why her master wanted Sesame to return to its original form. Hence, she made up a bunch of nonsense. Other than the fact that her identity as a wandering practitioner was something she thought of on the spur of the moment.
Evidently, her master was very dissatisfied with the latter point, which was why he left in a huff. That's right, he left in a huff, though she was the only one who could see it.
"Uh … I have yet to choose a Daoist name." Zhu Yao chuckled. "My surname is Jiang … and my given name is You."
"So it's fellow Daoist 'Jiang'." Zi Mo courteously smiled. After inquiring about the other party's identity, he was finally at ease.
Even Zhu Yao's name was superficial, so naturally, the other information she provided was even more superficial. (To be continued)
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