That's right.

That must be how it is!

In the original story, Shang Yanting's previously lifeless eyes suddenly lit up. He wanted to... he wanted to find a way to get to that world!

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The raccoon didn't know that Shang Yanting, who had just woken up, wasn't the host's relative. All she knew was that Shang Yanting had woken up and then passed out again.

The back-and-forth and repeated cycles have left people feeling mentally exhausted.

"Dear host, when are you finally going to wake up?"

"Is the real system still here? Is the real system still here?"

She wasn't even sure enough to call her own real system.

[Hello, task user, this is your system. I am not available to answer any of your questions at this time.]

"What's the meaning?"

The raccoon was taken aback by these words. Even the true system, while not as knowledgeable as Omniscient,

But the advantage is that they are responsive and their service is excellent.

"What...what did you mean by that just now?"

[Hello, task user, this is your system. I am not available to answer any of your questions at this time.]

The other end remained coldly indifferent, offering no further response. She asked several more questions, but the answers were always the same.

Although the real system was usually useless, its confident assurances that Shang Yanting would not die, along with its promises of returning home, were reassuring to her.

Now that the real system has suddenly developed a bug, Jia Xitong is a little panicked.

"Dear host, please wake up!"

"I'm a little nervous right now."

"If you don't wake up, if you don't wake up..."

The raccoon's voice gradually became more choked up, and she suddenly pounced on Shang Yanting.

Just then, the energy within Shang Yanting suddenly erupted like a fountain that had been accumulating power for a long time. White spiritual energy and black demonic energy intertwined. The spiritual energy itself was fine, but the demonic energy instantly enveloped the clear sky, turning the surroundings into a dark and oppressive expanse.

"Demonic energy? How could there be demonic energy within Dingtian Academy?"

"Are there demonic cultivators in the academy?"

"This demonic energy seems to be coming from the direction of Xianlong Peak. Why don't you come with us and take a look?"

"Xianlong Peak..."

Some people hesitated, "Are you sure you want to go? I just lost a magic sword and 50 mid-grade spirit stones because I saw the commotion at Xianlong Peak. It was three days ago."

The cultivators who had already learned their lesson about Xianlong Peak, a place so bad that even a dog would be covered in fur there, hesitated.

After all, the family's assets are not wealthy enough to withstand giving away money like they did the day before yesterday.

Of course, there were also some clueless cultivators who had never experienced this situation before. "Oh dear, how could that be? Xianlong Peak is the mountain of the four academies. How could it be like what you say, like a bandit?"

Even those cultivators who had never encountered this before stubbornly took out their magical artifacts and flew over.

On the other side

Xianlong Peak

It seemed that all the spiritual power and demonic energy in Shang Yanting's body were shot out, and the spiritual power and demonic energy mixed together. This made things difficult for the other cultivators on Xianlong Peak. Regardless of their strength or weakness, they all had to sit quietly and cultivate to prevent the demonic energy from entering their bodies.

Jia Xitong was no exception; the demonic energy around her was also eroding her body.

She glanced at Shang Yanting in front of her, then forced herself to move closer to him.

There were only four Yuan Chu Tai Yi Pills left that her nineteenth senior brother and Tie Danhua had refined. She grabbed the four pills, gritted her teeth and rushed forward, stuffing all four pills into Shang Yanting's mouth. Then she closed her eyes and sat down to meditate.

I pray to the talisman master to protect my host, please be alright!

She even offered a moment of distraction while praying.

However, at this moment, layers of dark clouds gathered in the sky. They piled up one after another, forming a dark and oppressive mass.

A fierce wind is rising!

Heavy rain is coming!

The trees on the mountain swayed in the wind and rain, and the cultivators who were originally heading towards Xianlong Peak were blown about by the strong wind.

Karl was traveling between the academies with Dorkar when he suddenly saw the strange phenomenon in the sky and was so startled that he didn't even have time to care about the passengers in the car, and quickly ran towards Xianlong Peak.

Not only him, but also Qu Haifeng, Gongyangsun, and members of the Helian family came along.

"This is... a tribulation?"

Qu Haifeng said somewhat uncertainly.

Gongyangsun took out a divination tool and began to calculate with a furrowed brow.

"How is Dean Gongyang?"

Elder Helian looked at the divination he had performed and asked him a question.

"This hexagram is a mixture of good and bad, with fortune and misfortune intertwined."

Gongyangsun looked up at Shang Yanting in the sky and answered, while in the distance, Karl, sitting in Dorkar, also arrived. The three of them respectfully bowed to him, leaving the newlyweds, who had been inadvertently brought along, completely bewildered and confused.

Who are these people?

Where am I?

Did I take an unlicensed taxi? If I give them all the money I have, will they be able to leave?

In just a quarter of an hour, this new student from Dingtian Academy experienced a great deal of complex emotions.

Crash—!

A deafening clap of thunder shot out from the clouds, hurtling towards Shang Yanting. The next second, the roof of Xianlong Peak was shattered, and a man surrounded by golden light and black energy soared into the air.

This was Shang Yanting, and he had indeed faced his second tribulation of lightning.

The first course, the second course, the third course...

A powerful, purplish-red lightning bolt descended rapidly, tempering his bones and forging his consciousness.

No one could help him; he had to bear it all himself.

A total of 41 slashes had already been made, each one more powerful than the last. Shang Yanting was already charred and blurred from the slashes, yet the dark clouds in the sky continued to gather.

Question 42

The 43rd question

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