Chapter 96 A Dream Within a Dream: Who Endures the Tribulation of Lightning?
Those who passed the trial were quickly assigned to their respective residences.
As they walked, the young witch girl leading the way couldn't help but look at Luo Chuan with curiosity.
As it turns out, although this guy is a bit of a smart aleck, his looks are undeniably good. Even after disguising himself, his appearance is still incredibly striking.
The little girl from the witch clan turned her head back seven or eight times along the way.
Fortunately, the road wasn't long; otherwise, the girl would definitely have strained her muscles after walking for a whole day.
Strangely enough, Luo Chuan, who always liked to tease people, showed no reaction at all, his noble aura reflecting a cold glint that seemed to keep people at a distance.
It seems that he was in a bad mood from the moment he entered the witch clan.
A neurotic who laughs is certainly abnormal, but a neurotic who doesn't laugh is just as creepy.
Finally, the lovestruck young woman could no longer contain herself and, having mustered all her courage, boldly asked, "Fellow Daoist, you..."
The next second, Luo Chuan suddenly moved.
He then plucked a hibiscus branch from a passing flower and tucked it into Huali's hair. Under her puzzled gaze, he nodded seriously, "I must say, this flower and your complexion actually match quite well."
Huali looked at the mentally ill person with suspicion, "What do you mean?"
The lunatic immediately and considerately summoned the Water Mirror, "How is it? Isn't it quite unique?"
Huali, who had completely forgotten that her face was covered in Luo Chuan's blood and had been swaggering along, was speechless.
When we get there, she'll stab herself ten times, determined to kill that bastard!
Feeling a sharp pain in his arm, Luo Chuan raised an eyebrow and looked at Hua Li, who was twisting his arm. "Oh dear, angry little Hua Li suits this color even better..."
Huali: "......" Is there anyone who can sew his mouth shut?
The witch girl, feeling utterly ignored, was heartbroken. Her enthusiasm vanished instantly, and she led the two to the courtyard gate before leaving.
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The courtyard is simple and secluded.
The fence was made of red silk wrapped around animal bones, with clusters of dark purple prickly pears peeking out from the gaps.
Ao Bai and the two little Chaos Beasts immediately jumped out of Qing Lin's Pendant and joined forces to catch the butterflies on the prickly pear blossoms.
Ao Bai, despite being a cat, was not as agile as the ferocious beast. He fell down after only a few pounces, but he couldn't stand it and took his anger out on Chaos by biting its tail.
Sure enough, another world war broke out.
Inside the stilted house, a bamboo couch by the window is covered with coarse cloth dyed indigo batik. Apart from a set of cedar wood table and chairs, there are no other facilities.
Huali suspects that the witch clan's opening of the Heavenly Marriage Festival has another deeper meaning: to prevent them from starving to death in these deep mountains and forests because they are too poor.
However, these are all minor issues. The only problem now is why there is only one bamboo couch here?
Luo Chuan clearly noticed this as well, raising an eyebrow with interest, "The Wu tribe's hospitality is indeed unique..."
Before he could finish speaking, Huali pulled out a small blanket from her Qiankun bag and threw it on the couch in a second to claim her spot.
Strike first, and if he tries to take it from her, she'll stab herself ten more times.
Seeing the little girl hum and happily go off to fiddle with her food, Luo Chuan slowly suppressed his smile, his eyes darkening as he looked toward the Burial Abyss behind the stilted house.
Ever since he entered the Witch Clan, his shattered eight tails had been throbbing with pain.
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The moonlight turned blood red the moment Luochuan stepped into the mountains.
The Cursed Heart Butterflies fluttered their wings and flew toward the barrier in swarms, but before they could even make contact, they turned into specks of light and scattered.
Luo Chuan squinted at the Burial Abyss in the void, a rare hint of doubt flashing in his heterochromatic eyes. Why had he never seen this barrier before?
With a slight shift in thought, the Cursed Heart Butterflies swarmed forward again, only to shatter into countless fireflies.
"Interesting." Ice crystals condensed in Luo Chuan's palm, and this time, the wings of the transformed Cursed Heart Butterfly were stained with icy blue patterns. "Let me see..."
Before he could finish speaking, his fingers tightened suddenly.
The cursed butterflies that hadn't even flown out of his palm were all reduced to dust. The excruciating pain from his tailbone felt like being branded with a hot iron, and five scratch marks immediately appeared on the bark of the locust tree that Luo Chuan was leaning against.
As the moonlight surged, seven phantom fox tails suddenly burst forth from the Demon King's lower back.
"Something within this barrier has activated Tianque's curse seal..."
Luo Chuan let out a low laugh, his heterochromatic eyes turning cold and indifferent in an instant. He slowly reached behind his back and pulled his natal spine-worm sword from the flesh and blood of the back of his neck.
The moment the seven fox tails dispersed, a sword aura swept out, pinning the illusory figures back into the bones and blood.
"I underestimated you..." Luo Chuan licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and as he turned around, his wide sleeves brushed against the treetops, and the dew that fell instantly dispersed the remaining demonic aura around him.
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Meanwhile, deep beneath the Wu tribe lies an abyss.
The Tree of Life spans heaven and earth, its gnarled, torn rock strata piercing the sky. Countless crystalline veins cascade down from the dome, like a galaxy pouring down.
Upon closer inspection, one would discover that it was actually millions of causal threads boiling in the void.
The people sitting cross-legged under the tree suddenly opened their eyes.
The young man dressed in black frowned. "There's something unusual going on in the Burial God Abyss."
The girl beside him, wearing a silver hairpin, played with the silver snake on her wrist. "This time, the cultivators are quite bold, daring to even break into the Burial God Abyss barrier."
"I'll go and meet him right now." The silver bell on her ankle jingled crisply as she turned around, but the young man stopped her, "Wu Yu, don't alert him."
Elder Wu Jin opened his eyes, and once again thought of the two people he had met today. Something flashed in his white pupils, “Fen Yu”.
The young man nodded respectfully, "Grandpa."
"What level have you reached in your Life-Seeing Eye technique?"
"Mid-stage of the ninth level."
A hint of appreciation flashed in Wu Jin's eyes. "In that case, I'll entrust you with a task..."
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The witch clan had nothing to eat.
Fortunately, Hua Li had plenty of food in her Qiankun bag. After eating, she wanted to go outside to inquire about more information, but for some reason, as a bird flew past the window, she suddenly became drowsy as if she had been drinking.
The moment I collapsed onto the bed, a torrential downpour began.
At the same moment, Fen Yu, who was not far from the stilted house, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked up in disbelief, "How could this be?"
His pupil technique is the most outstanding among the entire Witch Clan. Not to mention a mere mortal cultivator, he is confident that he can make even a Nascent Soul cultivator enter his dreams.
But now... a look of doubt flashed in his white eyes.
Wu Yu was startled by him. "What's wrong, brother? Is it over so quickly?"
“I can’t see her cause and effect, and besides, all the spiritual energy that entered was absorbed…” Fen Yu’s expression was solemn. “Although she has entered the dream, it wasn’t woven by me…”
It's more like he transferred the dream through his hands.
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The moment a thunderclap exploded in my ears, the whole world suddenly distorted.
Huali was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was covered in blood and kneeling in the mud, while a young man whose face she couldn't see was kneeling on one knee in the center of the lightning tribulation array ten steps away from her.
Countless streaks of blood pierced through the rain and plunged into the void behind him.
As the eighth bolt of purple lightning tore through the sky, the sword in the young man's hand suddenly shattered. The moment Huali saw the sword, something flashed through her mind.
She felt like she had seen this sword somewhere before.
Before Huali could take a closer look, a shadow suddenly loomed over the top of her head as rain fell.
The moment she looked up, she met his white eyes, which were like crushed moonlight soaked in ice.
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