Ji Lin didn't notice!
Li Ze, disregarding his excitement, became even more cautious as he squeezed into the side hall through the gap under the eaves.
Upon entering the side hall, Li Ze nearly lost control, as the evil weapon was brazenly placed in the very center of the side hall!
But upon further reflection, Li Ze wasn't surprised. Ji Lin had placed it here undoubtedly because keeping it close would affect his mind. And such a temperamental evil artifact certainly wouldn't want to stay in a storage bag, so Ji Lin had put it here.
The heavy blade was still a dark red color, and a strong aura of bloodlust emanated from it, making Li Ze eager to use it.
When this sword appeared on the battlefield between humans and demons, Li Ze wanted to pounce on it. The reason was simple: the bloodthirsty aura on the sword was too strong and too pure, like a jar of fine wine that had been sealed for many years; just smelling it was enough to intoxicate him.
There was no chance to strike on the battlefield between humans and demons, but now is a good opportunity!
Li Ze bypassed the restrictions within the hall and hid on the eaves, directly above the evil artifact. He waited a while, making sure Ji Lin next door hadn't noticed him, before he began absorbing the bloodthirsty energy from the blade.
At first, Li Ze was not greedy and only 'ate' a little bit at a time, consuming only the bloody aura emanating from the evil weapon and never touching the blade itself.
While eating, he kept an eye on his surroundings, afraid that Ji Lin would discover him.
Later, he gradually grew bolder and dared to steal the evil energy from the evil artifact.
He couldn't beat his opponent in a fight, but as a demon that devours evil spirits, he wouldn't even be able to compete for the evil energy.
Inside the main hall, Ji Lin had already entered a meditative state and would not easily wake up unless someone intentionally disturbed her or her life was threatened.
So he didn't notice that a little thief had come to his palace.
On the other side of the battlefield, the human cultivators and the demons had dispersed, both sides suffering losses and neither gaining any advantage.
Although the evil artifact was not retrieved, the Floating Sect still gave them the promised spirit stones.
The sect suffered heavy losses, the sect leader was injured, and the grandmaster had to emerge from seclusion to save the day. It has to be said that the Floating Sect suffered the greatest losses in this battle. As soon as they returned to Youcheng, their people rushed back to the sect without stopping.
Following the Floating Sect, other major sects also left one after another.
As soon as Feng Yangzong, Liu Haozhi, and the others entered the sect, they saw that a certain mountain peak was covered with dark clouds, and lightning flashed in and out of the clouds. A powerful pressure enveloped an area of dozens of miles around.
"Such a grand display must be a Golden Core cultivator advancing to the Nascent Soul stage. Which of our sect's senior disciples are currently in seclusion?" a disciple asked.
"It might not be a disciple." Liu Haozhi gazed in that direction, a hint of concern and worry on his face.
"Does Senior Brother Liu know who it is?" the other disciples asked.
"Senior Brother Mo is currently in seclusion," Bai Xue suddenly reminded him.
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes widened. "Impossible! Senior Brother Mo is only in his early thirties, and he only recently advanced to the Golden Core stage?"
“But Senior Brother Mo is currently in seclusion, and that direction is clearly the direction of the mountain where Senior Brother Mo is located,” Bai Xue said, her eyes sparkling.
"If we want to confirm whether it is Senior Brother Mo, we'll go and take a look."
"Yes, go take a look, but don't get too close, or you might get hit by a stray lightning bolt."
With a deafening roar, a bolt of lightning as thick as a baby's wrist descended from the sky, striking directly at the man's head on the ground.
The man sat cross-legged on the ground, using his long sword to meet the heavenly lightning.
Tear!
Lightning entered the man's body from the longsword, and in just one round, the man's robes were torn.
"Isn't this heavenly lightning too thick?" an elder asked.
"The heavenly lightning of the Star Decision seems to always be like this, several times thicker than that of others of the same level. Now it's already this thick just from advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, what will it be like when it reaches the Divine Transformation stage—" Another elder shook his head, his eyes full of worry.
“Xing Jue’s advancement speed is too fast; I’m worried about his inner demons,” another elder said.
At this point, some people disagreed, saying, "Xing Jue's state of mind is very stable. He is not the kind of person who works in isolation. Over the years, he has been training outside, and as his cultivation has increased, his state of mind has also improved."
That would be best.
...
The higher one's cultivation level, the more difficult it is to pass the tribulation of lightning. Every year, countless cultivators in the cultivation world die under the tribulation of lightning.
Mo Xingjue's lightning tribulation attracted the attention of the entire Fengyang Sect. If he successfully advanced, the Fengyang Sect, and even the entire cultivation world, would have an unprecedented and youngest Nascent Soul cultivator; if he perished under the lightning tribulation, the Fengyang Sect would lose its most talented disciple.
It is evident that Mo Xingjue's advancement this time is of great importance to Fengyang Sect.
The heavenly lightning swirled above Fengyang Sect for seven days and seven nights, striking Mo Xingjue for the same duration. By the end, Mo Xingjue was charred black, and if it weren't for his still-bright, sharp eyes, everyone would have thought he was dead.
On the morning of the eighth day, the thunder roared and left in despair, the dark clouds dispersed, and heaven bestowed its grace. Fine raindrops, as thin as hair, gently fell, and the mountains, scorched black by the thunder, immediately seemed to return to spring, sprouting green grass and flowers.
The cultivators in the distance also rushed over, sat cross-legged in the drizzle, and instantly entered a meditative state.
This is a blessing bestowed by Heaven, an immense opportunity that they cannot afford to miss.
The charred black marks on Mo Xingjue's body fell off, and his black hair grew longer and longer at a visible speed, until it reached his waist before stopping.
All that could be seen was a glimpse of smooth, fair skin before Mo Xingjue quickly covered himself with a black robe.
"Sigh, I haven't even seen it clearly yet, how come it's already on?"
I don't know who spoke their mind.
Everyone nodded in agreement, "What a pity, we didn't get to see it."
"Ahem!" The older senior uncle snorted and glared, "Where is your self-restraint? Where is your dignity as disciples of a major sect?"
"Uncle-Master, this is not our fault. It is clearly Senior Brother Mo who has been misled by his good looks."
"That's right, Uncle-Master. Every year when we recruit new disciples, the most people come to our sect to sign up. I can swear on my chest that most of them are here because of Senior Brother Mo."
"You still dare to swear an oath? Don't you know that cultivators can't swear oaths recklessly?" The uncle picked up the stick and immediately threw it at the disciple who was patting his chest.
The disciple yelled and ran away, shouting, "I was wrong, Master Uncle, have mercy!"
The cultivators present also withdrew one after another.
Mo Xingjue had just successfully advanced and still needed to consolidate his cultivation, so they didn't want to stay and disturb him.
It wasn't until a month later that Mo Xingjue finally emerged from his cultivation state.
As soon as Mo Xingjue returned to his cave, Liu Haozhi arrived.
"Congratulations, Senior Brother." Liu Haozhi's attitude was sincere, his eyes smiling, he was genuinely happy for him.
"Thank you," Mo Xingjue said calmly.
Liu Haozhi knew that Mo Xingjue was always like this, so he didn't mind. Before Mo Xingjue could ask, he took the initiative to tell him about the events that had happened during this period, focusing on the battle between human cultivators and demons.
"It's a pity you weren't there. The scene was so dangerous that I still feel lingering fear when I think about it now," Liu Haozhi sighed. "The elites of several major sects were almost wiped out."
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