flstandardbreds Chapter 115: Strive to Become Stronger
Chapter 115: Strive to Become Stronger
At the same time, many disciples and elders within the Xiaoyun Sect also noticed the unusual concentration of thunder and lightning above Yaoyun Peak. They gathered around, watching curiously from a distance and whispering among themselves.
"Do you think this thunder tribulation was caused by Elder Xu?" a young disciple asked with a puzzled look on his face.
The elder next to him shook his head and denied it, "It's unlikely. Although Elder Xu is extremely talented, he has been immersed in alchemy and research in recent years. It is unlikely that he could have caused a thunder tribulation of this scale. In my opinion, it is most likely someone else."
Just when everyone was arguing, someone suddenly exclaimed: "Look, isn't that Uncle Lin? She is actually in there? Was it the thunder tribulation caused by Uncle Lin?" Oh my God, Uncle Lin is younger than him. Oh, shame, shame.
Hearing this, everyone's heart tightened. They had to work harder. Uncle Lin's advancement speed was too scary. They had to hurry up and catch up.
However, one person's expression changed drastically, and that person was He Yun.
He Yun recalled the scene of Lin Xian'er's last thunder tribulation, and his heart ached so much that he almost suffocated. After that thunder tribulation, the puddles of powder left on the ground weren't just ordinary trash, but countless magical instruments that he regarded as treasures, the very flesh and blood of his heart.
Junior sister, this is not about enduring the thunder tribulation, it is clearly about squandering those extremely precious magic weapons.
Wuuuuu... When He Yun thought about the "tragedy" that he was about to face, his heart almost broke into pieces.
At this moment, Zheng Yuanchang had just arrived here and saw He Yun crying loudly with tears streaming down his face. He couldn't help but tremble all over.
No way! Could it be that Junior Sister has started throwing away those priceless magical instruments like crazy again? Zheng Yuanchang looked around in confusion. This wasn't right. He clearly hadn't seen any magical instruments yet.
"Third Junior Brother, please pay attention to your image," Zheng Yuanchang frowned and scolded sternly, "We are elders of a dignified sect after all. How can we be so vulnerable and fragile?"
Humph, it seems I'll have to assign He Yun some more challenging tasks in the future, to prevent him from idling around all day, dwelling on random things. Yeah, that's right, it's decided! Hehe, Zheng Yuanchang felt truly wise and powerful, a true mastermind. He could finally shed some of the sect's burdens. Hahahaha, his inner villain laughed wildly, his hands on his hips.
However, when Zheng Yuanchang turned his gaze to Lin Xian'er, who was standing beneath the thunder tribulation, a deep sense of worry welled up in his heart. Although the junior sister possessed a large number of magical instruments, even so, she was still likely to be harmed by the terrifying power of the thunder tribulation.
However, Zheng Yuanchang understood that even if he wanted to always be by Lin Xian'er's side, giving her meticulous care and protection, he often felt powerless. After all, the little sister needed to rely on her own efforts to grow and develop, and only then could she truly become a strong and capable person.
At this moment, in that inconspicuous corner, a figure was quietly lurking. This person was Xie Qijun. His eyes were fixed on Lin Xian'er in front of him, his eyes full of pity and reluctance.
The master who used to be always at ease and loved to live a leisurely life, now resolutely chose to face this terrifying thunder tribulation head-on, and tried to absorb the violent power in it to become stronger.
Xie Qijun knew that her master's difficult decision stemmed from deep worry about the future and immense pressure. These invisible burdens compelled her to bravely step forward and strive to grow and become stronger.
Xie Qijun clenched his fists involuntarily, secretly regretting in his heart: "My cultivation speed is really too slow, too slow."
Time ticked by, and the thunderstorm finally arrived as expected. Lin Xian'er soared into the sky without hesitation, fearlessly facing the force of the lightning.
She remained steady in mid-air, carefully channeling and absorbing the powerful energy contained within the thunderstorm. The thick lightning bolts, like roaring dragons, fiercely struck down upon Lin Xian'er's delicate form.
Everyone in the Xiaoyun Sect was stunned by the scene before them. They stared at Lin Xian'er in mid-air, their mouths agape, their minds filled with the same unbelievable thought: "Lin Xian'er is actually absorbing the power of the thunder tribulation?"
This astonishing discovery was like a powerful bombshell, exploding among the crowd and instantly causing an uproar. Everyone stared at each other in amazement, their hearts filled with astonishment and doubt: Could she really succeed?
Countless pairs of eyes fixed on the crumbling figure in the sky, their gazes filled with tension and worry. Everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound, fearing to disturb Lin Xian'er, who was struggling to withstand the thunder tribulation. They could only pray silently and devoutly for her in their hearts.
As time passed slowly, the pressure on Lin Xian'er became heavier.
The rolling thunder from the nine heavens hammered down on her delicate body like a mountain crushing an egg, leaving her covered in wounds and blood. However, despite this, she gritted her teeth and tried hard to absorb the violent force of the thunder tribulation.
Just when Lin Xian'er had reached the edge of her limit, the thousand-year-old Soul-Devouring Tree that had been sleeping in her sea of consciousness suddenly burst out with dazzling light, flashing out suddenly like a dazzling meteor in the night sky.
It quickly spread out its huge crown, protecting Lin Xian'er tightly underneath it, forming an indestructible barrier.
Lin Xian'er was dying, her face as pale as paper. She used the little strength she had left to weakly look at the Ten Thousand Year Old Soul-Devouring Tree that suddenly appeared in front of her, her eyes full of disbelief.
She never imagined that the thousand-year-old soul-devouring tree, which had been sleeping quietly in the depths of her sea of consciousness since the contract, would wake up at this moment and stand up to protect her.
"Come back soon, don't worry about me..." Lin Xian'er shouted with her last bit of strength. She was very anxious and wanted the Ten Thousand Year Soul-Devouring Tree to return to her sea of consciousness.
However, the Ten Thousand Year Soul-Devouring Tree merely gently shook its thick trunk, as if responding to Lin Xian'er's call, proclaiming its determination not to retreat. Although its cultivation had significantly declined due to the contract with Lin Xian'er, it unhesitatingly displayed its immensely powerful protective power.