“Weiwei…”
“Senior Brother, stop talking. Let’s go back now.” Chu Lingwei interrupted Leng Xingzhi’s words and took a step back. “Senior Brother, I want to go back now.”
Leng Xingzhi’s raised hand slowly lowered. His heart ached. Looking at Chu Lingwei’s cold eyes, he nodded powerlessly.
He took Chu Lingwei out of the domain, and as he drew talismans in the air, a door appeared before them.
Within half an hour of walking through it, Chu Lingwei was already within the grounds of the Cultivation Academy.
“Thank you for your help, Senior Brother.”
Chu Lingwei bowed to Leng Xingzhi, summoned her flying artifact, and flew towards the Cultivation Academy.
Leng Xingzhi watched his junior sister drift further and further away from him. He couldn’t help but sigh softly and slowly followed.
“Weiwei, did the Leng family really destroy the Phoenix Clan?” Huan Mao looked back. He couldn’t see Senior Brother, but he could feel that Senior Brother hadn’t left.
“I don’t know.”
Leng Xingzhi remained silent about past events, and Chu Lingwei didn’t want to speculate based on Meng Qinghe’s words.
“Then are we really not going to mind Senior Brother anymore?” Feng Ming pouted. Although she didn’t like Senior Brother much, she didn’t seem very happy now.
Chu Lingwei didn’t speak. In fact, from beginning to end, Chu Lingwei had known that Senior Brother held a great secret.
She just never imagined that the secret he carried would be related to her.
“Weiwei, come to my side.”
As soon as Chu Lingwei stepped into Wuhui Mountain, her master Beichen Feng’s voice echoed.
“Disciple greets Master.”
“Weiwei, did you gain anything from this outing?” Beichen Feng sat at the head of the main hall, looking at his young disciple with dark eyes, and said softly.
“Replying to Master, my cultivation is still shallow, and I haven’t gained anything. I wish to go into seclusion for intensive cultivation.” Chu Lingwei stepped forward and knelt before Beichen Feng. She didn’t want to constantly rely on others for help due to her low cultivation.
Beichen Feng was silent for a moment, then waved his hand. “Go. You must come out of seclusion in three years.”
“Yes.”
Chu Lingwei’s heart trembled when she heard the word “three years.” Three years later was when the Cangshan Secret Realm would open. It seemed her Master also wanted her to enter the Cangshan Secret Realm.
Returning to her cave dwelling, Chu Lingwei set up eighty-one layers of barriers around it, informing everyone that she would not emerge from seclusion for these three years.
No matter what happened outside, it had nothing to do with her.
Huan Mao and Feng Ming stood beside Chu Lingwei, looking at the layers of barriers around her cave dwelling. They couldn’t help but lower their heads. Weiwei must be heartbroken this time.
“Let’s go.”
The barriers activated, Chu Lingwei turned and entered the cave dwelling, closing it behind her.
Leng Xingzhi stood in front of the cave dwelling. The layers of barriers blocked him outside. He closed his eyes, and a dark energy surged within him.
It seemed he also had to enter seclusion for cultivation.
Three years later.
Chu Lingwei felt the spiritual energy around her surging into her body like a frenzy.
“Weiwei is about to break through,” Feng Ming exclaimed, standing nervously in front of Chu Lingwei, her eyes not leaving her.
“Let’s get away quickly.” Huan Mao quickly pulled Feng Ming backward.
In Wuhui Mountain, Beichen Feng suddenly opened his eyes. “Weiwei is about to break through.”
His figure flickered, and he appeared above Chu Lingwei’s cave dwelling. He saw two patches of tribulation clouds appearing in the sky, menacingly closing in on Chu Lingwei’s cave dwelling.
All the spiritual energy in Wuhui Mountain surged towards Chu Lingwei’s cave dwelling.
As the tribulation clouds in the sky grew denser, the entire Wuhui Mountain was plunged into darkness.
“How is this possible?”
Beichen Feng looked at the clouds in the sky, his eyes filled with disbelief. It was nine heavenly lightning strikes.
Nine heavenly lightning strikes were the heavenly tribulation to enter the Supreme realm. Weiwei was only entering the Heavenly realm; how could she encounter nine heavenly lightning strikes?
“Weiwei, this breakthrough will be a bit difficult.”
At this moment, a sigh came from beside Beichen Feng.
“Master.” Beichen Feng breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the appearance of Ancestor Chonghua. “Master, Weiwei is only at the Spiritual Wheel realm now. It will be difficult to withstand nine heavenly lightning strikes.”
“This is something she must experience.” Ancestor Chonghua shook his head, stroked his beard, and looked at the sky. “The more powerful the thunderclouds, the further her path will be.”
Beichen Feng’s eyes were filled with worry as he watched the increasingly dark tribulation clouds in the sky, hoping Weiwei could get through this.
Inside the cave dwelling, Chu Lingwei felt extremely uncomfortable, as if a pair of hands were constantly tearing her flesh apart, then sewing it up with needles, tearing it again, and sewing it again.
This tearing pain made her feel as if she were soaked in water, covered in a cold sweat.
“Weiwei, you must endure.” Feng Ming’s eyes were red as she watched Chu Lingwei suffer the pain of breakthrough, her small body also feeling the pain.
Chu Lingwei could hear nothing. Suddenly, a heavenly lightning strike shot towards her.
Chu Lingwei suddenly awoke and opened her eyes. A surge of spiritual power intercepted the lightning strike.
With a “bang,” Chu Lingwei’s cave dwelling was instantly razed to the ground, leaving only Chu Lingwei in her white robe, floating in the air, confronting the thunderclouds.
Chu Lingwei knew that only by withstanding all the lightning clouds could she enter the Heavenly realm.
She raised her head, mobilized all her spiritual power, and as the second wave of thunderclouds descended, Chu Lingwei did not choose to defend with an artifact but directly met it with her own spiritual power.
“Weiwei…” Feng Ming cried out in fear, wanting to rush up to protect Chu Lingwei, but Huan Mao pulled her back. “Don’t add to Weiwei’s troubles now.”
Chu Lingwei’s eyes were clear as she looked into the dark tribulation clouds, where streaks of lightning were already poised.
“Come on.”
A cold smile appeared on Chu Lingwei’s lips. The more powerful they were, the more she wanted to test her current abilities.
Xuantian Burning Fire.
Chu Lingwei shouted, the same time as the thunderclouds in the sky. The collision of spiritual power and thunderclouds instantly illuminated the entire Wuhui Mountain.
“Weiwei, you’re being reckless.” Beichen Feng’s heart tensed. She clearly had so many artifacts, yet she wanted to use her cultivation to resist the tribulation clouds.
“I think Weiwei is doing quite well.”
Ancestor Chonghua watched Chu Lingwei shuttle through the thunderclouds, chuckling. “Our Cultivation Academy is about to have another prodigy.”
“Weiwei has always been a prodigy.”
With her master’s words, Beichen Feng’s heart gradually settled. Thinking of the way Chu Lingwei looked every time he saw her, he couldn’t help but smile.
When he took her as his disciple, he knew Chu Lingwei would rewrite the Xuanyuan Continent.
Beneath the thunderclouds, Chu Lingwei leaped continuously. Today, she not only had to withstand the thunderclouds but also destroy them.
The Ice Jade Cold Frost Sword in her hand transformed into a spirit hammer weighing thousands of pounds, smashing towards the thunderclouds.
“Ah!”
The collision of spiritual power directly struck Chu Lingwei’s heart. The surging spiritual power seemed to have found an entry point, desperately drilling into Chu Lingwei’s body.