Sword Sect Little Demon Child, Three and a Half Years Old and Extremely Fierce

After the four of them survived their Nascent Soul tribulation, they were all paralyzed in mid-air, looking like four dried-out salted fish.

—Su Ning was slumped in mid-air, panting heavily. His abdominal muscles twitched, and his legs were still shaking, but he had a grin on his face.

He was grinning like he'd found money.

No, it's more like finding a spirit stone mine!

I flew over and took a look: "Third Senior Brother, what are you laughing at?"

Su Ning's eyes lit up: "I've reached the Nascent Soul stage!"

I nodded: "I know."

Su Ning repeated, "I've reached the Nascent Soul stage."

Me: "...You don't need to repeat yourself."

Su Ning continued: "I, Su Ning, have reached the Nascent Soul stage!"

Me: "...Say that again and I'll kick you into the sea."

Suning finally shut up, but his mouth was still agape, as if his lips were twitching.

Yan Chuan sat shirtless on his sword, looking like a sculpture fresh from the furnace, his body radiating the lingering faint golden aura of someone who had survived a tribulation.

He rested his arms on the hilt of the sword, his biceps taut and bulging, as firm and glossy as the braised pork he made.

He glanced down at his arms and nodded in satisfaction: "Lei-style fitness is pretty good."

I flew over and asked, "Fourth Senior Brother, what were you thinking about when you were undergoing your tribulation?"

Yan Chuan: "I'm wondering if this lightning strike will also help me build up my arm muscles."

Me: "And the result?"

Yan Chuan laughed: "The result is really big."

I called him out: "It's just swollen."

Yan Chuan: "Swelling is also a big deal."

Me: "...Whatever makes you happy."

Murong Zhuo pulled his charred new clothes together, barely managing to cover his clearly defined eight-pack abs.

The sea breeze swept over him, and he pulled his clothes tighter, as if afraid of being spied on.

I flew over: "Fifth Senior Brother, are you alright?"

Murong Zhuo: "He's alright."

Me: "Where are the clothes?"

Murong Zhuo glanced down at the pile of charred rags on his body and remained silent for a long while: "The clothes are gone."

I comforted him, saying, "Please accept my condolences."

Upon seeing this, Lan Xixi immediately flew over, holding a purple robe in her hands: "The one you wore on the battlefield last time was a discounted item from the Demon Realm's trading district. I bought this high-end custom-made one for my collection and am giving it to you."

Murong Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at her: "Thank you."

Lan Xixi shook her head, her expression as serious as if she were reciting poetry: "Actually, you're very special. You're the most special boy I've ever met. There's a very special kind of loneliness about you that others can't see, but I know it. Although you seem happy on the surface, you're lonely and broken inside. Oh, and look at your abs."

Murong Zhuo: "…………"

I raised my hand: "...Should I not be standing here?"

Little Black added insult to injury: "You should be at the bottom of the sea."

I:"…………"

Ji Yanci coughed from a distance: "Ahem~ Xiao Wu, come back."

Lan Xixi: "Oh~"

As he left, he looked back one last time, muttering to himself, "Just one look, it's not like I'll lose a piece of my flesh."

—The Snow Fairy raised her hand and lifted her long hair, which had been scorched by the heavenly lightning, from the side of her slender, fair neck, trying to tuck it behind her ear. She tried three times but failed, so she simply gave up.

I flew over and pulled out a bottle of hair growth cream: "This was a gift from Senior Sister Xixi last time, and there's still more than half a bottle left. You can use it for now, and I'll ask her for more if it's not enough."

Snow Fairy's eyes welled up with tears: "Junior Sister... if anyone bullies you in the future, I'll stand up for you!"

I nodded: "Okay, then remember to tell me when your cultivation surpasses mine."

Xue Mei: "…………"

She closed her eyes, pretending not to hear.

Just then, Lan Xixi exclaimed from afar, "Look at the sky!"

Above me, the cloud of calamity began to move.

The four clouds of tribulation that Su Ning and his group had were drawn in by something, one after another merging into the cloud above my head, constantly churning, contracting, and expanding.

Xiao Hei looked up and remained silent for a moment: "I have lived for nearly ten thousand years, and this is the first time I have seen a child with such a color of tribulation cloud."

"What color?"

"The color that will kill you."

I:"…………"

Xiao Hei added, "But it's alright, your family's wealth should be enough to cover most of it. If all else fails, there's always me."

I glanced at it: "How can you, in this form, withstand my Nascent Soul Tribulation?"

Xiao Hei: "I'll cheer you on. Even just mentally, it's still a struggle. If all else fails, I can even sing you a song."

Me: "...You can sing too?"

Xiao Hei cleared his throat and began to sing: "With a roar like a dragon, my ambition soars to the clouds; with blood boiling in winter, I rise into the sky..."

Me: "Stop! Don't sing! I'm afraid you'll scare the storm clouds into splitting down prematurely!"

Xiao Hei: "Is my singing really that bad?"

Me: "It's not that it sounds bad, it's just that it came too suddenly. I'm afraid God will think you're provoking me."

Xiao Hei: "God doesn't understand."

Me: "What if it understands and attacks even harder?"

Xiao Hei thought for a moment: "Then I'll try someone gentler. Wait a moment while I think it through..."

I quickly stopped myself: "No need to prepare! Your silence is the biggest help you can give me!"

Xiao Hei: "Fine. I'll shut up. But remember, I'm only shutting up for you. I've never shut up in my entire life."

Me: "...Thank you."

Xiao Hei: "You're welcome. It's good that you survived."

I pursed my lips: "Didn't we agree to keep quiet?"

Little Black shut up.

In a moment.

It added, "Then if you die, I will avenge you."

Me: "How do I report it?"

Xiao Hei: "I can curse the heavens. If I can't out-curse Wei Cangxuan, surely I can out-curse the heavens? The heavens can't talk back, so I can curse them however I want until it rains."

Me: "...Fine, you win."

Amidst the banter, Shen Qingchen had only three questions left to answer.

—The thirty-fourth strike came down, and Shen Qingchen slashed back with his sword!

Lightning exploded, and his sword hummed incessantly, but it did not crack!

As expected of a holy sword forged from meteorite iron!

Just like Shen Qingchen himself, he is so reliable that there is nothing to say about him.

—The thirty-fifth one is even thicker!

The enormous impact slammed into him, nearly sending him into the sea. Wei Cangxuan raised his hand from a distance, and a surge of spiritual energy steadily supported him.

—The thirty-sixth and final one, it slowly brewed within the clouds.

Dark clouds surged and swirled, the wind in the world suddenly stopped, and even the waves paused briefly.

My fellow disciples and I exchanged glances and gripped our swords tightly.

Wei Cangxuan's expression turned serious, his voice dropping two octaves: "Don't go forward! This is the final stage of the tribulation lightning; outsiders interfering will cause the tribulation lightning to mutate, only increasing its burden!"

My fellow disciples and I exchanged glances and then released our swords.

The sword slipped out faster than it was gripped, and it almost fell into the sea.

Immediately afterwards, a purplish-black lightning bolt shot down from the sky!

Shen Qingchen did not retreat, but opened his arms to welcome the lightning, his whole body engulfed in it.

Three breaths later~~

The lightning bolts dissipated, and the sky filled with electric light slowly faded away.

Shen Qingchen knelt on one knee in mid-air, his clothes torn in many places, his body covered with burns, and blood dripping from his arm onto the sea.

But the meteorite iron sword in his hand remained firmly in place, not slipping out of his grasp.

The nascent soul, originally hidden within the body, slowly merged into the physical body, and the primordial spirit and the body became one.

A calm and vast aura slowly emanated from him, a cultivation level belonging to the Nascent Soul stage!

He has achieved the Divine Transformation!

He opened his eyes, his entire body radiating sword intent!

I watched him from afar and felt that he hadn't changed much from before; he still had that expressionless face.

But I knew something was different. For example, the air around him seemed to freeze, as quiet as a mouse that had seen a cat.

Gu Chenguang flew up and draped a white cloak over his senior brother.

"I got it from my fifth senior brother's cave. Use it first. It's brand new, hasn't been worn yet, and the seams haven't even been removed."

Shen Qingchen nodded, fastened his cloak, turned around to look at me, his gaze lingered for a moment on the cloud of tribulation above my head, and then nodded at me.

That nod roughly translates to: It's your turn.

I looked up, and the clouds above me stirred again.

They also gathered the area above Shen Qingchen's head.

I've already eaten five pieces, and I'm still eating.

I took a deep breath and flew up.