Chapter 15: Thunder Tribulation Am I so inferior to him?

When Song Xinghe received the message from Mu Fuyun, he was holding a bottle of Guyuan Buqi Pill in his hand, hesitating whether to put it next to the cold pond.

These past few days, for some reason, whenever I had some free time, Mu Fuyun's face, which had lost most of its color, always appeared in my mind.

Of course, he did not sympathize with Mu Fuyun, and he did not want to do anything that might make his senior sister sad. After all, his senior sister was often sad because of her younger sister in the last six months.

But things are different now. Mu Fuyun is still tied to her senior sister's consciousness. If something happens to her body, her senior sister's last hope will be taken away.

So, this bottle of Guyuan Buqi Pill should indeed be given to her... right?

It's just the most common elixir, and many outer disciples have used it.

Just as he was thinking about it, the little Taoist boy Yunsheng came running over with a faintly glowing jade token in his hand and stuffed it into his arms.

"Hurry to Xizhao Pavilion."

Song Xinghe looked at these five words and frowned in confusion.

Yunsheng tugged at the corner of his clothes, motioning him to look at the dark clouds gathering in the dark night sky above his head.

Is this... a sign of the thunder tribulation gathering strength?

His heart sank and he stopped worrying about the elixir. He immediately flew up on his sword and rushed to Xizhao Pavilion.

Thunderclouds surged and the mountain wind suddenly rose.

Many people on and below Fu Ri Peak have noticed the unusual phenomenon and are looking towards the Gui Zang Palace. Some who are anxious are already rushing over here.

Seeing this, Song Xinghe couldn't help but speed up and dive towards the nearby Xizhao Pavilion.

…

In Xizhao Pavilion, Mu Fuyun used all his strength to half-support and half-carry Chu Ye from the edge of the couch to the center of the thunder-eliminating stone formation.

She could have used her spiritual power, but she had very little left, and she would need it to suppress the burning sensation in her body in the cold pond later, so she couldn't waste it on someone like Chu Ye.

Chu Ye looked at her blushing face so close to him, his eyes a little complicated. The moment he sat in the center of the stone formation, he couldn't help but ask, "Why are you helping me?"

Mu Fuyun stood up straight, wiped the sweat from his forehead, did not answer, but just looked at him with an "obvious" expression.

To her, he still has value, so of course she can't just stand by and watch.

But Chu Ye was obviously not completely convinced by this reason.

"Is it just for my spiritual power?"

Although pure fire spiritual power was rare, he was not the only one in the sect who possessed it. Moreover, if the goal was simply to clear the meridians and reshape the bones, the gold and fire spiritual roots would also work, though the effect would be slightly less.

He felt it was more than that.

"I've seen you before, more than half a year ago, in the Hehuan Sect."

At that time, the moon had not yet set.

Before they were about to leave the sect and head to the Xisha Polar Region, Yue'er said that she couldn't let her sister go and wanted to see her in person.

As the eldest senior brother, he was delighted that she was willing to confide in him about such things, and naturally would not let her go alone.

It was then that he met Mu Fuyun for the first time.

He hated her inherent weakness, hated her turning a blind eye to Yue'er's concern, and even more hated the look in her eyes when she looked at him.

If I saw it correctly, when Mu Fuyun saw him beside his sister, there was a glimmer of envy in his timid eyes.

However, later on, the Mu Fuyun he brought back had changed so much from the one he had met before, so much so that he almost forgot about it.

It was not until just now, when he saw her struggling to help him, that he suddenly remembered this detail.

I can’t explain how I feel, it’s just quite bitter.

Mu Fuyun looked down at the man who was still daydreaming despite the imminent thunder tribulation. He didn't know whether to lament his wild imagination or his excessive self-confidence.

Helping him is naturally not just because of spiritual power.

He is a key figure in the original book. According to the Way of Heaven, she must wait until he and others use her body to resurrect Mu Fuyue before she can return to her own world.

Now that the long journey has just begun, how can we let anything happen to him?

But I didn't expect that he would think wrongly because of this.

She scoffed, then quickly figured it out.

If the development in the original book is followed, she was indeed willing to risk her life to save the enemy because of her obsession with Chu Ye.

Perhaps, for a gifted person like Chu Ye who is extremely conceited in his bones, it is difficult to accept being used as a tool by her.

But if all this was just her disguise, a way to hide her feelings for him, or a means to attract his attention, perhaps it would comfort him a lot.

"Whatever you think." Mu Fuyun had no interest in his self-consolation. He just looked up at the increasingly thick thunderclouds above his head, and quickly retreated away from the stone formation, fearing that he would be affected.

Chu Ye: "..."

At this time, the barrier of Xizhao Pavilion was forcibly broken from the outside, and Song Xinghe came on his sword and landed in the courtyard.

"What's going on?" He looked at Mu Fuyun and Chu Ye who were far away. Seeing that they both looked very weak, he couldn't help but frowned, "Is Senior Brother about to break through?"

At this moment, Chu Ye only felt the chaotic energy in his body rushing to the top, as if it was about to break through the restrictions. He hurriedly forced himself to meditate in the center of the stone formation, regulating his breathing and luck, and had no time to take care of anything else.

Mu Fuyun took two steps back and approached the courtyard gate. He said to Song Xinghe, "He's injured. I'm afraid he can't withstand the three thunder tribulations of breaking through the realm. Song Xinghe, go and complete the stone formation and block it for him."

Song Xinghe: “…”

"What do you mean by that?" He suddenly jumped up and glared at her. "You asked me to come here just to help him block the thunder tribulation?"

He is only in the early stage of Jindan cultivation. Why should he help Chu Ye, who is in the late Jindan stage and is about to ascend to the early stage of Yuanying, to block the thunder tribulation!

"Am I really that inferior to him?"

The more Song Xinghe thought about it, the angrier he became. He pointed at the indifferent Chu Ye and growled angrily.

Back then, when the senior sister was still around, she always treated him as an ignorant child, but was very dependent on and respected Chu Ye.

Now, if it’s Mu Fuyun’s turn, does he also feel that he is not as good as Chu Ye?

What was so good about Chu Ye? He simply relied on his age and having joined the sect earlier to gain an advantage. Otherwise, how was he better than him?

On the other side, Chu Ye, who seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed and regulating his breathing and could not hear anything, also quietly pricked up his ears.

Mu Fuyun couldn't help but roll his eyes: "So your fellow disciples' friendship is so fragile."

Fellow students should trust each other, be friendly and help each other.

The power of three thunder tribulations striking one person should not be underestimated. However, once the stone formation was activated and the power was dispersed to each spirit stone, it became much smaller.

As a Jindan-stage cultivator, Song Xinghe was naturally in much less danger than she, who was at the Qi Refining stage. "Senior Brother Chu," she said loudly, facing Chu Ye, "You saw it too. I tried my best. It was your junior brother who stood by and watched me die. You can blame him if you want."

Lightning flashed in the sky, and the first thunder was about to strike. Outside Xizhao Pavilion, some of the other fellow disciples who had arrived had already heard what Mu Fuyun had just said.

"You!" Song Xinghe was accused of "not helping someone in need". He was so angry that he pointed at Mu Fuyun and was speechless.

With so many people watching, he certainly couldn't just stand by and watch him die. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and rushed into the formation.

He had only taken two steps when he suddenly realized that he was still holding the bottle of Guyuan Buqi Pill in his hand, so he stopped, turned around and said "Come on" to Mu Fuyun, then threw the bottle out.

Mu Fuyun caught the medicine bottle steadily, took a look at it, shook it at him, and asked, "Is it for me?"

Song Xinghe's face froze, he didn't answer, and rushed into the formation with his head down.

At this moment, the first bolt of lightning struck from the rolling thick clouds.

A beam of light as thick as a child's arm flew towards Chu Ye's head. Before it hit him, most of it was absorbed by the stone formation. The last bolt of light that landed on his head became as thick as a chopstick.

In the stone formation, bright sparks came out from the large and small spirit stones at the same moment. Song Xinghe was also shocked by the sparks and his whole body trembled violently. His already stiff face became even uglier.

The same thing happened when the second thunder came down.

Just as the third bolt of lightning came down, a long silver sword suddenly broke through the air and blocked the thunder firmly.

The moment the powerful thunder touched the sword, dazzling white sparks flashed, accompanied by a clanging sound, which was the vibration of the sword.

That is the Tianyan Sword, a magic weapon passed down from generation to generation by successive sect leaders. It is said that it contains ancient spiritual stones and is extremely powerful, incomparable to ordinary magic weapons.

The head master Qi Yuanbai came slowly from the direction of the top of the mountain, waving a whisk in one hand and picking up the pale-faced Chu Ye.

"Master, I--" Chu Ye opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Qi Yuanbai.

"Your internal Qi is disordered. Master needs to help you regulate your breathing."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Song Xinghe, who was still standing in the stone formation with unsteady steps.

"Xinghe, you've done very well. I'm very pleased that fellow disciples can look after each other so well. Go back and take some Guyuan Pills and recuperate for a few days. This injury is also an opportunity to advance, so you must seize it."

For a cultivator, every injury is an opportunity to readjust the spiritual energy in the body and gather and absorb the essence. This is especially true for a cultivator like Song Xinghe, who has no difficulty in advancing.

"Yes, disciple understands and will take good care of himself." Song Xinghe supported his chest, coughed lightly, and then answered with a fist.

It was not until then that Qi Yuanbai turned his gaze to the third person in the yard.

In the shadow beside the wall, Mu Fuyun endured the burning pain in his body, tried to stand up straight, raised his head and met Qi Yuanbai's gaze with neither arrogance nor humility.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but unlike the emotionless and indifferent look he gave her last time at the 100-day memorial, this time, there seemed to be a hint of profound meaning in his eyes, which was really hard to understand.

Could it be that she was unhappy when she heard that Chu Ye had stuffed her into the outer sect class? But it had been over a month since the incident, and if she really was unhappy, she wouldn't have expressed it now.

How could the leader of a sect have the time to worry about such trivial matters?

Just as she was confused, Chu Ye and Song Xinghe also became nervous, fearing that Qi Yuanbai would make things difficult for her and expel her from Tianyan in anger.

“Master—”

Chu Ye wanted to plead for her, but Song Xinghe signaled her with his eyes to bow her head quickly.

Mu Fuyun was not stubborn and saluted Qi Yuanbai naturally.

Although she felt that she had a natural resistance to the leader, she also knew that when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head, and there was no need to offend Qi Yuanbai at this time.

Perhaps she was too weak and not worth a second glance. Before Chu Ye could finish his words, Qi Yuanbai had already looked away, as if he hadn't seen her at all. He turned to the others waiting outside and said, "Alright, let's all go."

After saying that, he put away his whisk and flew towards the hall on the top of the mountain with Chu Ye.

Only Song Xinghe and Mu Fuyun were left in the yard.

Mu Fuyun poured out a Guyuan Buqi Pill from the medicine bottle and quickly stuffed it into Song Xinghe's mouth. After seeing him swallow it, he said, "I'm borrowing this from you. I'll return it double in the future."