After transmigrating into the body of a junior sister of a celestial sect, the cultivation world wen

It's obviously unfair for seven Nascent Soul cultivators to fight against one Golden Core cultivator.

The simplest way is—

Ning Yue should also become a Nascent Soul cultivator!

She opened her eyes and looked up—

The distant sky was already brewing with thunder, a dark and gloomy expanse, with lightning illuminating the sky along with the thunder.

Sang Daohe looked at Lei Yun and sneered.

"You dare to undergo tribulation at this time? Are you afraid I can't kill you?"

Ning Yue simply smiled without speaking, looking down at Sang Daohe on the ground.

The booming thunder rang in my ears, and thunderclouds were already forming, ready to strike at any moment.

As Sang Daohe said—

At this point, undergoing the tribulation of lightning is clearly an attempt to create an opening for oneself.

Although undergoing tribulation can raise one's strength to the Nascent Soul stage.

But during the tribulation, one can only be forced to be struck by lightning, and each strike requires half a day to recover, leaving no time to care about anything else.

The seven Nascent Soul cultivators around them were eyeing them covetously.

Ning Yue was certainly aware that this situation would occur, provided that—

If the lightning tribulation really does strike her.

……

Thinking of a certain situation.

Ning Yue smiled sweetly at the sky, her eyebrows curved and her eyes clear.

"...In a situation where I'd be surrounded and killed, you certainly wouldn't kill me, would you?"

She paused, her tone becoming somewhat pitiful, and lowered her eyes.

"...If you want to save me, please strike those Nascent Soul cultivators with lightning. Thank you!"

—Immortal Realm—

Ning Lian: "..."

Shen Changfeng: "..."

Shen Changfeng held several small bolts of lightning in his hand, looking at Ning Lian with some difficulty.

"My Lord, this..."

Ning Lian leaned out from the balustrade, exhaled, and noticed that the area below her eyes was red.

"Do as my daughter says."

Shen Changfeng remained silent for a long time, seemingly wanting to say something to refuse, but in the end—

"……oh."

"Waaaa, my poor daughter! I have to go down and find her! And remember, don't let the lightning strike me!"

Shen Changfeng, with lightning rings in his hands, tried to persuade him to stay: "The affairs of the Immortal Realm are numerous and cannot be separated from the Divine Lord."

"Oh, I'll leave everything to you!" Ning Lian hurriedly gave a perfunctory explanation and ran out, lifting her robes.

"Sigh..." Shen Changfeng sighed and resignedly put down Lightning.

Ning Yue remained seated on the roc, gazing at the sky.

After an eerie silence, the lightning in the distance reluctantly flashed with sparks—

Ning Yue smiled, knowing that the matter had been settled.

For a reason she herself was unaware of, Tian Lei seemed to have a special fondness for her.

Although she didn't know why, she had never heard of anyone crying twice during a tribulation and then being spared from being struck by lightning.

Maybe—she has connections in heaven.

Ning Yue stroked his chin and pondered for a while.

Unexpectedly, Sang Daohe burst out laughing arrogantly.

"Gentlemen, hold off for now. Wait for the right moment, and deliver the fatal blow when she's struck!"

Ning Yue lowered his eyes and looked down, as if he were looking at some kind of lowly ant.

A flash of lightning appeared behind them, just in time to mark the occasion.

Ning Yue reached out and waved his hand downwards—

Seven bolts of lightning, each as thick as a bowl, crashed down with a deafening roar!

The lightning struck swiftly and decisively, accompanied by a whistling wind, rushing towards Ning Yue—

Sang Daohe looked at Lei Yun and Ning Yue with excitement.

"Quickly—now—kill her!!!"

suddenly!

His expression suddenly froze.

—The lightning bolt actually struck straight at the seven Nascent Soul cultivators around them!

What happened?!

Sang Daohe's expression had gone blank.

He stared blankly at Ning Yue and the seven bolts of heavenly lightning.

Such a situation? I've never heard of it before!

Could this tribulation lightning be fake?!

Let alone Sang Daohe not having realized it yet.

The seven Nascent Soul cultivators watched helplessly as lightning struck their faces, completely unaware of what was happening!

and!

Why is this Nascent Soul Tribulation different from the ones they experienced?

Was it this painful before?

Is it really that amazing?!

Several people were knocked unconscious by the pain!

Only one word was in my mind—

pain!!!

Sang Daohe silently watched the bodies of the several Nascent Soul cultivators who had fallen.

He hired this person at a high price!

It just collapsed like that!?

Ning Yue rested her chin on her hand, raised an eyebrow, and looked down.

To be honest—

That's really impressive!

It saved her a lot of trouble.

She looked up at the sky and exclaimed, "Thank you!"

Shen Changfeng was weak and listless, just in case—

...Then they gave another blow to each of the seven Nascent Soul cultivators lying dead below.

The seven Nascent Soul cultivators were jolted to their feet by the electric shock.

He was taken down so easily.

Sang Daohe's expression nearly cracked: "..."

Ning Yue's lips curled slightly: "...Haha."

When the lightning subsided, not a single speck of gold dust remained on Ning Yue's body.

The spiritual energy surged upwards continuously, climbing steadily until it reached a certain critical point—

—Early stage of Nascent Soul!

Ning Yue stretched and carefully sensed the surging spiritual energy fluctuations within his body.

He looked down at the trembling Sang Dao and sneered.

Even if Sang Daohe is incredibly skilled in physical combat, he is still just an ordinary person.

He could fight her to a standstill when she was in the Golden Core stage.

But now—

She is a complete Nascent Soul stage cultivator!

Sang Daohe below probably also knew that he was no match for Ning Yue, who was in the Nascent Soul stage.

He ran to the bedside, picked up Sangpang, and was about to run away.

Given how large the Sang family estate is, Sang Daohe must have already prepared a secret escape route.

Ning Yue couldn't let them get away like this.

With a casual gesture—

Countless icy blades, gleaming with a chilling aura, pierced towards Sang Daohe—

They surrounded him and kept him in place.

Sang Daohe looked up at Ning Yue in a fit of rage.

"I'll let you go! You can go with your senior brother. I promise I'll never bother with you again!"

Ning Yue looked at him with amusement: "Understand your situation. Now, I'm the only one who can let you go."

She pointed again—

The ice blade pierced directly through Sang Daohe's body, freezing him in place. Blood flowed rapidly, and the wound failed to heal.

Sang Pang slipped off Sang Daohe's back and crashed to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Ning Yue drew his ice blade and slowly brought it close to Sang Pang's face.

"Just a few months ago, he was all so imposing. How come he's now in this half-dead state?"

Sang Daohe stared coldly at Ning Yue and the ice blade in his hand, as if he wanted to tear Ning Yue to pieces.

Ning Yue waved his hand impatiently, and a bloody wound appeared on Sang Daohe's face.

"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll poke your eyes out!"

"Say it—" Ning Yue said coldly.

"My son has no spiritual root and is born with an illness; he will not live past eighteen."

Sang Daohe said through gritted teeth, word by word.

"Take two hundred top-grade spiritual roots and have my son consume them. He will then grow new spiritual roots and prolong his life through cultivation."

Ning Yue's voice was devoid of emotion.

"So you killed so many people and took so many spiritual roots just for this piece of trash?"

Sang Daohe was about to reprimand him, but then he thought of his current situation and could only suppress his anger and say, "Yes."

I don't know where the remains of those 182 people are now.

Ning Yue cleared his mind and glanced at the Sang family mansion twice.

Sangpang lay silently on the ground, his plump face covered in dust.

The ice blade in her hand tapped Sang Pang's face intermittently.

Those 182 spiritual roots are all of the highest quality. If they can grow, they will definitely become an indispensable fighting force in the cultivation world.

result--

He lost his life because of such a useless person, having his spiritual root removed.

What a relief!

"Unfortunately—" Ning Yue said, "I am someone who cherishes talent, and this matter cannot be resolved peacefully."