Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 927: The Dao-Seeking Sect Gains Another Transcendent Tribulation Cultivator
Throughout history, none who had left the Peach Blossom Secret Domain had ever returned. Back when Yun Mengmeng parted ways with Yun Zhi, she had wept with such heartbreaking sorrow, convinced it was a farewell for eternity.
And the culprit who had caused Little Zhi to leave the Peach Blossom Secret Domain was this fellow called Ye Wanli!
The Taciturn Daoist Priest had met Yun Mengmeng only once, and that was when she was less than ten years old. Since he hadn’t accompanied Yun Zhi when she returned to the secret domain to visit her family, he failed to recognize Yun Mengmeng’s identity at first glance.
It was only when he carefully replayed her words upon their meeting that realization finally dawned on him. “You’re that little lass who cried her eyes out back then!”
“How dare you bring that up?!” Yun Mengmeng’s eyes widened with fury. Without another word, she self-detonated, catching the Taciturn Daoist Priest off guard.
Even the most battle-hardened cultivator would be hard-pressed to instantly register that their opponent had launched a self-detonation attack.
The continuous self-detonation technique that Yun Mengmeng had just learned from the Everlasting Immortal Fairy was now being employed against the Taciturn Daoist Priest. Above Heaven’s Gate Peak, explosions thundered endlessly, and the Taciturn Daoist Priest was tossed about by the shockwaves like a tattered kite in a gale.
Lu Yang felt a twinge of relief—relief that Yun Mengmeng had just learned how to use the Everlasting Incipient Dao Fruit from the Everlasting Immortal Fairy. Had she not mastered it, she might not have ambushed Shifu so easily.
“It is in Shifu’s destiny to face this tribulation,” Lu Yang remarked with the unruffled air of a blind fortune-teller, conjuring excuses for not rushing to his master’s aid.
Gan Tian agreed with his assessment. “Since Shifu is at the Transcendent Tribulation Stage, it’s reasonable that he should undergo a few human tribulations.”
Her trip in search of musical inspiration had borne fruit; she had brought back a local specialty—a white melon. It had few seeds and was exceptionally crisp and sweet, bursting with juices. Using a single qin string, she sliced the white melon into eight pieces and handed one to Lu Yang. The two of them munched away with great relish.
The commotion at Heaven’s Gate Peak had also drawn a crowd of onlooking disciples in the sect. They pointed at the Taciturn Daoist Priest and whispered about him as he was repeatedly blasted. All of them were immensely curious about who the attacker was.
“Impressive! Our Dao-Seeking Sect has an expert like this?”
The Dao-Seeking Sect disciples buzzed with speculation, all eager to learn the identity of this expert. Even the Grand-Shifu from Incarceration Peak or Old Tao from the scripture library couldn’t have achieved such a dramatic effect.
Just then, Yun Zhi hurried back. Taking in the sight of Yun Mengmeng’s frenzied self-detonations and the Taciturn Daoist Priest flickering like a guttering candle in the wind, the corner of her eye twitched.
“Alright, alright, Mengmeng, stop now. That’s enough.”
Yun Zhi interposed herself between the two, cutting short Yun Mengmeng’s relentless chain of self-detonations. As for the Taciturn Daoist Priest, he could finally cease maintaining his sword-qi protective state.
Seeing that Yun Zhi had arrived, Yun Mengmeng huffily stopped attacking. The Taciturn Daoist Priest exhaled a sigh of relief. He really didn’t know he should handle Yun Mengmeng.
If I strike back, she indeed holds the high ground, and the conflict between us isn’t a trivial one.
But if I don’t strike back, my old bones won’t be able to withstand such continuous bombardment.
Suddenly, a peal of thunder boomed, causing the Taciturn Daoist Priest to instinctively think that Yun Mengmeng was about to self-detonate again.
Then, he realized the thunder came from the distance, and it sounded familiar.
“Tribulation thunder. Who is about to become a Transcendent Tribulation cultivator?” The Taciturn Daoist Priest looked in the direction of the thunder, his eyes narrowing slightly.
If my guess is correct, that place is the canyon, where Big Brother is in seclusion.
“First Elder is about to undergo his tribulation!” Lu Yang also realized.
He had visited First Elder’s seclusion site before, and it was filled with coffins. After being in seclusion for over a year, First Elder could finally reap the fruits of his labor.
Drawn by First Elder’s commotion, the members of the Dao-Seeking Sect hastened toward the canyon to observe the tribulation process. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
Lu Yang and the others also rushed over.
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At the moment, the sky above the canyon was as black as ink, and the oppressive aura of thunder and lightning resembled an abyss, deep and unfathomable.
Although the lightning tribulation First Elder faced wasn’t as intense as what the Taciturn Daoist Priest had endured, it was close, worthy of his title as a Half-Step Transcendent Tribulation cultivator.
Below in the canyon, coffins trembled. The immortal peach placed before one coffin had been reduced to nothing but its pit. Suddenly, a pale hand reached out from the coffin and gripped its lid, the veins on the back of the hand bulging.
With a thunderous blast, the coffin exploded. First Elder soared into the air, rising above the canyon to confront the lightning tribulation directly, his face devoid of fear. His head drooped, and he was snoring.
“First Elder seems to be sleeping. Is he alright?” Lu Yang asked with concern.
“It’s fine. Big Brother cultivates the Dao of Dream. His strongest state is when he’s asleep. Enemies in reality will manifest in his dreams in a different form. As he battles them in his dreams, his physical body in reality will move accordingly,” the Taciturn Daoist Priest explained, memories of being disciplined by a sleepwalking First Elder in his childhood still vivid.
First Elder undergoing tribulation was a momentous event. Second Elder, Third Elder...and even Sixth Elder had all arrived. The Grand-Shifu and Old Tao had also come.
Boom!
No one had anticipated that the first lightning tribulation would emerge from beneath the canyon. The lightning tribulation in the sky was merely a decoy!
A sudden lightning bolt surged from the ground, hurtling straight toward First Elder’s face. With eyes tightly shut, First Elder delivered a knifehand strike, intending to clash head-on with the lightning tribulation.
Countless lightning bolts rose from below like tentacles, binding First Elder. With a mighty roar, his muscles bulged, and an arhat dharma body wielding a vajra scepter appeared, breaking free from the lightning tribulation’s restraints.
As Lu Yang watched, his heart shuddered with fear. He could see clearly that First Elder was battered until his skin split, his wounds so deep that the bone was visible. Yet First Elder seemed insensate, solely focused on counterattacking the lightning tribulation, utterly disregarding his own injuries.
“That’s how he is when asleep. He only attacks and doesn’t defend, and he feels no pain,” the Taciturn Daoist Priest explained again.
First Elder seemed to have dreamed of something; his face twisted into a ferocious expression, like an arhat in a mural subduing demons.
“I’m telling you, I am the strongest jiangshi! I’ve already cultivated to the Hanba Realm! How could a bunch of unfossilized bones like you be stronger than me?” First Elder suddenly bellowed.
“I’m telling you, this graveyard is my territory! No one else can seize it!”
“Not convinced? Then let our fists do the talking!”
Lu Yang. “...”
First Elder, what on earth are you dreaming about?
When First Elder repelled the ninety-ninth lightning tribulation, the lightning above and below the canyon simultaneously dissipated. Sunlight shone upon First Elder, who hovered in the air. He was covered in wounds, yet resembled a war god. Slowly opening his eyes, his expression was stern and rigid, as if he was still savoring the feeling of becoming a hanba drought demon.
“Hiss, ow, ow, ow!” The pain yanked First Elder back to reality. The power left within him by the lightning tribulation continuously repaired his body. Only then did he realize he had just undergone a tribulation and that he was now a Transcendent Tribulation cultivator.
The Taciturn Daoist Priest was the first to step forward and offer his congratulations. “Big Brother, you’ve finally become a Transcendent Tribulation cultivator. Congratulations.”
Grandpa Ba and the others also flew up to offer their well-wishes.
The whole of Dao-Seeking Sect was awash in jubilation; gaining another Transcendent Tribulation cultivator was cause for celebration.
“Senior Brother, how did Little Qin develop his habit of liking jiangshi and graves?” Old Tao looked at the Grand-Shifu with a peculiar expression, suspecting this matter was related to him.
The Grand-Shifu coughed dryly, too embarrassed to admit that he used to constantly scare First Elder with jiangshi stories, only to find that they had backfired. Instead of being frightened, First Elder had developed an interest in them.
