Not long after.
The three elders who arrived at the Miscellaneous Service Peak were all stunned.
He wasn't a genius, just an ordinary mid-stage Golden Core cultivator.
He was recently accepted as their sect leader's first disciple.
But something so ordinary shouldn't attract a tribulation lightning strike from a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
Suddenly, they sensed a familiar spiritual energy emanating from her, exactly the same as that emanating from the sect leader.
"The sect leader transferred a hundred years of cultivation to Yan Li." Ye Ning, who rushed over, revealed the truth and stood aside, not knowing what to do.
The three elders were speechless. This was the first time in so many years that they realized their sect leader was also a kind-hearted person.
A hundred years of cultivation can be given away so easily?
Thunder rumbled down from the sky, and when everyone saw Yan Li appear beneath the thunderclouds, they all thought that Yan Li was doomed.
I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
I also feel sorry for her.
At this moment, even Yan Li himself was prepared to die.
She did not possess powerful cultivation.
Under immense pressure, there was nothing they could do but endure the heavenly lightning striking them; they couldn't even stand up straight.
Perhaps they've gotten used to dying.
Yan Li was completely at ease. She was neither surprised nor complained about it, and there was not even a trace of resentment in her eyes.
Her expression was so calm that, under the relentless onslaught of lightning, people forgot about her cultivation level and even vaguely hoped that she could hold out until the end.
Until the seventh bolt of heavenly lightning struck.
Yan Li exhausted the last bit of spiritual power in her body.
Unable to hold on any longer, he knelt on the ground.
They then suddenly realized what was happening.
Seeing this, they felt an almost uncontrollable urge to step forward and help her up.
On the mountain peak, her white clothes were stained with red blood, her black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and wisps of hair in front of her forehead obscured her dazed eyes.
Her once fair skin has now turned dull and lifeless, like ashes.
Yet, in this scene, a strange and eerie thought instantly took hold of their minds, urging them to step forward and deliver the final blow.
Yan Li is going to die.
They would never have the chance to compete with her again.
She will never remember anyone who beat her.
This is their last chance.
Almost instantly, many Foundation Establishment disciples stepped forward, their spiritual swords poised to strike.
Following closely behind are the Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and even the Divine Transformation.
At this moment, Yan Li felt a blurry vision, a bloody color, and a wet feeling under her nose and behind her ears. She couldn't help but cough twice.
Dark red blood instantly stained a small patch of ground.
Bleeding from all seven orifices?
interesting.
The eighth heavenly thunderbolt is still brewing.
She slowly raised her eyes, and through the blood-red haze, she saw her fellow disciples once again approaching her with their spirit swords.
Is that really the case?
But is she really that hard to kill?
Do we really need so many people to attack her at once?
Beneath the thunderclouds, Yan Li sat cross-legged with remarkable composure. After wiping away the blood from under her eyes, nose, and mouth, she closed her eyes with satisfaction, her hands forming smooth hand seals as she calmly regulated her breathing.
It seemed they didn't take that thunderbolt seriously.
She also ignored her fellow disciples who were approaching her.
The group observing Yan Li: ...
It seems they now understand why the sect leader accepted her as a disciple. Her temperament is truly beyond their reach. If they were under those thunderclouds, they would probably have been begging for mercy long ago.
However, Yan Li's heart was not as pure as it appeared on the surface.
The moment she closed her eyes, the little voice inside her began to howl incessantly.
Cultivating immortality is a load of rubbish!
She really believed in this mission's evil nature.
In her next life, she will become a great demon, killing all cultivators without leaving a single one alive, until the Heavenly Dao acknowledges her as an immortal.
She wanted to see who it was trying to use to ascend to immortality, since it so disapproved of her cultivating immortality.
But just as the eighth bolt of heavenly lightning was about to strike, the spirit sword that was supposed to hit her changed direction.
"Don't worry, with your senior brothers and sisters here, they won't let you die in vain under the heavenly lightning." Just as Yan Li was preparing to face death calmly, a voice woke her up.
There are too many disciples in the major sects, and the various peaks are even more diverse. Everyone is ranked according to their cultivation level, so Yan Li does not know these people.
Even each face was completely unfamiliar to her.
If one person's strength cannot withstand this heavenly lightning, then the strength of a group of people...
Of course not.
How could the tribulation of the Nascent Soul stage be the same as an ordinary tribulation?
In the entire sect, there is only one Nascent Soul stage cultivator, Wen Yu. The next one is at the Void Transformation stage, but unfortunately, the others have long since gone into seclusion.
It's unlikely to appear in less than two or three hundred years.
Meanwhile, the thunderclouds above Yan Li seemed to realize that they had been tricked by the man on the dome. He had deliberately used his inner demons to lure them out, ostensibly to undergo tribulation and ascend to immortality.
But in reality, it was used to temper this person's body.
What a wicked thought.
It actually fell for the trick?
And these insignificant and foolish monks actually wanted to save her?
As more and more cultivators stood under the thunderclouds, the thunderclouds seemed to be enraged, gathering several fingers-thick bolts of lightning, which were about to strike Yan Li.
Sensing a crack in his golden core, Yan Li felt his heart warming up. Looking at his fellow disciples struggling to stay afloat, he said, "Why don't you all leave..."
"No way, what if you get struck by lightning and die if we leave?" The sect senior brother closest to Yan Li refused without hesitation, then paused,
"I wanted to wait until you were healed before we had another match..."
Yan Li had no interest in listening to what was said after that.
All that emotion was for nothing.
"You can't stop me, so why die with me?" Yan Li stopped her meditation and looked at the group of fellow disciples who had surrounded her.
If we don't fight her, it's actually quite good; Yan Li's resolve to cultivate demonic arts isn't so strong anymore.
Just as the eighth bolt of heavenly lightning was about to strike, Wen Yu suddenly appeared, grasped the lightning in his palm, and vanished into nothingness.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of spiritual energy lifted Yan Li up, and the heavenly lightning suddenly appeared in Wen Yu's hand and struck her.
Late stage of Golden Core.
Early stage of Nascent Soul.
Mid-stage Nascent Soul stage.
...
Out of the body.
In an instant, the death aura on Yan Li's body was completely stripped away, and the thunderclouds also disappeared without a trace the moment Wen Yu appeared, as if they had never existed.
However, Wen Yu, who had eradicated her inner demons, still felt that something was amiss.
Even though he had already removed that thing, he still felt a strange emotion when he saw Yan Li.
Could it be that the inner demons were removed too quickly and some remain?
Wen Yu couldn't help but frown.
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