Such a small piece of cloth couldn't absorb much water at all. The remaining blood flowed onto the hilt of the sword, the scarlet color winding along the ice-blue blade. The Embracing Snow Sword emitted a somewhat mournful hum in Ji Mofan's trembling palm.
Ji Mofan twirled his sword, shaking off all the bloodstains. "Don't worry."
He looked up at the dark clouds that were brewing the eighth lightning tribulation, "After we finish this one, we'll go back to a safe place."
Although the amount of spiritual energy in his mind was considerable, he had consumed too much at once and had too little time to digest it. As a result, although they all obeyed Ji Mofan's commands, Ji Mofan's control over them was not very flexible.
If a squad leader were suddenly given 100,000 troops, even if they were a group of disciplined elite soldiers, he wouldn't know how to deploy them.
At least a third of his spiritual power was wasted because he didn't know how to use it. Ji Mofan was a witness to this firsthand, and he felt extremely distressed.
Therefore, he would not give up this rare opportunity to temper his body during the tribulation of lightning.
With only a tiny bit of spiritual energy left in his mind, he was determined to withstand the eighth tribulation of lightning, even at the cost of utter exhaustion.
Li Jinchu did not expect that Ji Mofan's words, "I want to take on a few challenges myself," would lead directly to the eighth challenge.
When breaking through to this level of strength, very few people would dare to face so many bolts of lightning on their own after consuming rare and precious materials.
They have a full understanding of their own abilities and will not try to do things they know are impossible.
Besides, it's just one less chance to temper their bodies. Even without suffering this ordeal, they can still become Nascent Soul stage experts.
At most, it's just that the body's strength is a little weaker, and the flow of spiritual energy isn't as smooth.
But Jimo Fan obviously didn't have such a short-sighted idea.
The fewer hardships one faces during promotion, the harder it will be to climb higher later. While he wanted to take shortcuts, he also wanted to minimize the negative impact they might have on him.
—The eighth bolt of lightning struck.
The thunder roared so loudly it hurt people's ears. Even Li Jinchu, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his ears.
Not to mention Jimo Fan, who was at the center of the attack.
The moment he sensed the arrival of the lightning tribulation, he felt as if his senses had been instantly dragged into an endless, time-stopped space.
Every cell in his body screamed in excruciating pain at the same time, yet he couldn't even open his mouth to make a sound. The pain spread inch by inch, clinging to him as if an entire era had passed, refusing to dissipate.
There wasn't much spiritual energy left in his mind, not enough to make much of a defense. He could only barely protect his main heart meridian so as not to damage his foundation.
Although he's not easily killed, he's quite troublesome to repair, so it's best to minimize the damage.
In contrast to his protected heart meridian, his skin was burning with pain.
The dark marks spread along the veins, growing into his skin, which was covered by his clothes, as if they had a life of their own.
He inappropriately felt that he was probably like a preserved egg.
In an attempt to protect himself, his body immediately shut down his sense of pain. He felt as if all five senses had degenerated, and the world seemed to be slowly spinning backward in his blurred vision. His mind, however, was working quickly; he realized that he was falling headfirst into the air.
Then he felt himself being caught.
Yes, he didn't let him fall directly into the water. Li Jinchu is more particular about this than Fang Xian.
The scene flashed through his mind, showing him hunting the Azure Phoenix in the Eclipse Realm. At that time, he fell into the snow from mid-air, and Fang Xian not only ignored him but also threw out a Fire Control Talisman to prank him.
The slideshow ended here. Ji Mofan thought he was about to faint, but was abruptly woken up by a clap of thunder.
The ninth bolt of lightning struck the defensive barrier set up by Li Jinchu.
Lightning bolts rained down like a spiderweb, instantly sending up clouds of dust as the arc of lightning touched the ground. The barrier didn't hold for long either, shattering into countless fragments under the attack of this strongest lightning tribulation below the Nascent Soul stage.
It sounded like glass being shattered; Ji Mofan even heard a clear cracking sound.
The scattered debris drifted down, transforming into specks of starlight imbued with spiritual energy. Some of the slower-dispersing debris caught up with the receding clouds and the evening glow, reflecting the last vibrant red the setting sun left on the world before its descent.
"...Could you hold me in a different position?" Ji Mofan took a deep breath, then realized that even his voice was hoarse.
He originally wanted to struggle to get off Li Jinchu, but his body said he couldn't. Now, let alone stand up straight, even moving his arm felt sore and numb, as if it were going to kill him.
The problem was that the way Li Jinchu was holding him made him feel a little awkward.
If it were a young woman, it wouldn't be a problem, but he's a grown man. Doesn't he have any pride being hugged like that?
"Then how am I supposed to hug you? Like carrying a sack of potatoes headfirst?" Li Jinchu remained calm, since he wasn't the one who would be embarrassed. "That would be much uglier than this."
Jimo Fan: ......
"Then you can be my crutch and support me." He tried to struggle.
"Do you think you can do it?" Li Jinchu shook him.
Ji Mo Fan remained silent.
A man can't say he can't, but he really can't be a man right now.
Every inch of his body was numb. He could barely stand, let alone sit. If it weren't for Li Jinchu's arms supporting him, he would have melted on the ground.
"...How about you use a teleportation talisman?" He practically squeezed the words out between his teeth.
The tribulation cloud formation of the Nascent Soul stage was quite formidable. Even though Li Jin had chosen a remote location, it was still within the territory of the Xiaoling Sect.
Ji Mofan had vaguely sensed someone approaching, but given the continuous lightning strikes, no one dared to go forward.
Now that the clouds have parted and the fog has cleared, everyone wants to see who has broken through to a higher realm at this critical juncture.
Ji Mo Fan was not afraid of being watched. Even when Xi He appointed him as the Demon Queen, he was able to sit comfortably in the sedan chair and let the demon cultivators look at him.
The problem is that the current situation is really not good.
"Do you think I still have any hands free?" Li Jinchu's tone was extremely innocent.
Moreover, he presented his arguments logically and with evidence, essentially praising Ji Mofan with both hands.
You can't exactly ask him to use his feet to rummage through the Qiankun bag for teleportation talismans.
Jimo Fan had no temper left.
"Do whatever you want," he said, resigned to his fate.
He was already exhausted from the tribulation, and his divine sense couldn't spread very far, so he simply closed his eyes and decided to stay out of sight.
Moreover, Ji Mofan did not feel that Li Jinchu was trying to take advantage of him.
His whole body was numb. If he were in a different position, he might have vomited until he was dizzy and disoriented, lying on top of Li Jinchu.
Although he had completely digested that pile of rare and precious herbs, the nausea hadn't completely subsided yet. No joke, he felt like he could vomit his bile.
As for the minor matter of not using teleportation scrolls, it's most likely a publicity stunt for tomorrow's match.
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