107: Chapter 107 Ding Xin's Terrifying Lightning Tribulation

"I believe you."

"I'll believe whatever you say."

This time, Ding Xin had completely stumped Zhao Mo.

A night of intimacy followed.

Leaving the Leisurely Residence in the morning, Zhao Mo finally noticed Ox Martial hanging by the edge of the spirit field.

Its four limbs were tied by Iron Shovel, and it was suspended from a wooden frame.

"Big brother, big brother, save me quickly!"

"Wuwu~ You're finally out of seclusion."

Ox Martial's tears fell in large droplets.

It had originally thought being caught for breeding was the low point of its life, but it hadn't expected that was only the starting point.

As the Holy Son of the Ox Clan and one who had comprehended the Thick Earth Immortal Scripture, it had actually been hung up for a whole year by a female Cultivator it had once coveted.

"Hey, wait, are you actually crying?"

This third-grade spirit field hadn't been planted in five years; as Ox Martial's tears fell, they smashed out little craters.

"Wuwu, big brother, I've been hanging here for a year. If you hadn't come out of seclusion, I really would have hung to death here."

What Zhao Mo found even stranger was Iron Shovel; the fellow was usually chirpy, but now it didn't say a word.

With a thought,

Iron Shovel went rigid, and Ox Martial fell with a thud.

"Alright, speak up."

Iron Shovel seemed to have lost its sentience, its aura completely gone. If not for the Spiritual Qi fluctuations between it and Ox Martial, Zhao Mo would have almost thought it wasn't his Spiritual Artifact.

"Fine, fine, acting tough, are we?"

"You're something else. If you've got the guts, hold out until the very end."

Saying this, Zhao Mo withdrew Iron Shovel into his Dantian, cutting off its connection with Ox Martial.

"You tell me—"

Ox Martial's ears drooped, and its tail was tucked between its legs.

"It was all Brother Shovel. It said that in Heartless Valley, you had a... lover."

"I was a bit curious, so I went—"

"Yeah, and after going there, you called her 'Sister-in-Law Chan'."

Ding Xin appeared behind Zhao Mo at some unknown time,

giving Ox Martial a violent startle.

"Wuwu, I was wrong—"

"It's all that rotten Shovel's fault. It was the one who misled me."

Ox Martial wept bitter tears.

Zhao Mo's scalp also felt numb. What a truly rotten shovel,

he had just used it to plant a sentimental flower in Heartless Valley, and it had actually caused such a huge mess.

Just as Zhao Mo was having a headache, thinking about how to escape, Ding Xin spoke.

"My Lightning Tribulation is coming."

Only then did Zhao Mo notice something was wrong.

Clouds had gathered over Tianfeng Valley at some point.

"I'll deal with you when I have time,"

Zhao Mo glared at Ox Martial and said.

"I'll go to the Star River Shop."

"No need, I'm already prepared."

"It's on that small hill over by Fengdeng Valley."

Zhao Mo looked; it was the same hill where he had undergone his tribulation last time.

It had to be said, their eyes for choosing locations were the same.

Tong Weiping in the valley was equally dumbfounded.

Zhao Mo chose this place to undergo his tribulation, and now Ding Xin chose it too. Could this really be some kind of lucky land?

How could he know that Zhao Mo and Ding Xin chose this place simply because they didn't want Tianfeng Valley to be disturbed?

"I'll be with you, right?"

Ding Xin nodded.

Zhao Mo didn't speak.

He knew Ding Xin was a bit special. Normal people Undergoing Tribulation feared interference. If someone with Zhao Mo's Nascent Soul Ninth Layer cultivation tried to help a Golden Core Ninth Layer person undergo a One-Nine Lightning Tribulation,

the original One-Nine Lightning Tribulation would likely instantly turn into a Six-Nines Lightning Tribulation.

When that time came, let alone the Golden Core True Person undergoing the tribulation, even Zhao Mo would die.

Watching the dark clouds drawing closer,

Ding Xin's voice trembled slightly.

"Are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid."

Zhao Mo held Ding Xin and said,

"How could I be afraid when I'm with you?"

"Me too. Being with you, even if I die, I'll be happy."

Zhao Mo...

"That's not right. You should say 'even if I die, it'll be a joy'."

"However, Ms. Ding Xin,"

"I must criticize you."

"You knew you were about to undergo your tribulation, yet you still kept me busy with... ahhh~"

"Wasting my stamina. I feel like you're trying to murder your husband."

Ding Xin's face was pale.

"Get lost. If it wasn't to increase the success rate of the tribulation, would I let you take advantage of me?"

Zhao Mo: "Huh?"

"My cultivation is low, don't lie to me. All that 'ahhh'-ing can actually increase the success rate? Who said that?"

"But it makes so much damn sense. Hurry and introduce them to me; I want to discuss this problem with them."

"Discuss your head! The Lightning Tribulation is coming right now."

"Also, I have a Mind-Cultivation Technique here. Remember it."

"Change the face, swap the heart; the spirit terrace is but a square inch. Calm the mind, clear all thoughts; observe within to perceive the truth. Gather Qi to form a shape; the heart and spirit meet in union. Runes hidden in the skin; intent and spirit solidify. Reconstruct words and deeds; blend nature and temperament. Emotions and scenes intertwine; lose oneself to enter the state. Mind and realm as one; externalize into nature. Utmost sincerity achieves all; even metal and stone will open. Branches of the same tree; hearts linked as one. A single touch brings understanding; thoughts follow each other."

"What is this? The Face-Changing Heart-Swapping Art?"

"What time is it now? You're still learning this?"

Unexpectedly, Ding Xin was very serious,

"Did you remember it?"

Zhao Mo: "I remember it."

"Good, as long as you remember it. When the time comes, do this and that."

The more Ding Xin spoke, the redder her face became.

The more Zhao Mo listened, the brighter his eyes shone.

This method of Undergoing Tribulation was truly...

too improper.

But...

he liked it very much.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

With a boom,

the Lightning Tribulation began.

Zhao Mo spread his magic power, shielding Ding Xin inside. According to Zhao Mo's thinking, with the aura of the Nascent Soul Ninth Layer, the Heavenly Tribulation should be enraged and its power should increase linearly.

To his surprise, the power of the Lightning Tribulation did not increase; it remained at that level.

But the speed... Zhao Mo really couldn't agree with it.

Was this undergoing a tribulation? This was a rhythm intended to strike a Prodigy to death.

One bolt after another, without a single pause.

Zhao Mo's magic power vanished under the successive bolts of the Lightning Tribulation.

Soon, it hit rock bottom.

"You rest, let me do it."

Ding Xin pulled Zhao Mo away.

"Remember what I said. When you see me achieve the Nascent Soul, come over."

Zhao Mo nodded.

While continuously popping Spirit Pills into his mouth. These were Purple Firmament Golden Pills refined by Ding Xin, specifically used for rapid recovery of magic power, very suitable for a Cultivator like Zhao Mo who recovered slowly.

The Lightning Tribulation continued.

Bolt after bolt, continuous and unending.

If one didn't look closely, they would think this place was connected to the Heavenly Tribulation.

With the help of the Lightning Tribulation's attacks, Ding Xin's power reached its Peak, and then, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, she released a fresh aura.

"The Nascent Soul is formed?"

At this moment, the Lightning Tribulation in the sky grew even louder, as if it could not tolerate Ding Xin's newly emerged Nascent Soul.

"Now!"

Zhao Mo stepped forward and pressed against Ding Xin.

Their index fingers crossed.

Zhao Mo rapidly recited the incantation without the slightest hesitation.

"Change the face, swap the heart; the spirit terrace is but a square inch. Calm the mind, clear all thoughts... Branches of the same tree; hearts linked as one. A single touch brings understanding; thoughts follow each other."

"Enter!"

After finishing the incantation, Zhao Mo's Nascent Soul followed his palm and headed straight for Ding Xin's Dantian.

"Damn it, this cursed Face-Changing Heart-Swapping Art."

In the Dantian, Zhao Mo had thought Ding Xin's newborn Nascent Soul would have nothing, and he had come with the mindset of taking advantage. To his surprise, just like Zhao Mo, Ding Xin's Nascent Soul was actually covered in dense scriptures.

"Hurry and shrink down, or you won't be able to hold on in a moment."

Zhao Mo: "Oh, oh, oh."

His current Nascent Soul was the same size as his main body, which was far too large in front of Ding Xin's Nascent Soul.

After shrinking his Nascent Soul to the same size as Ding Xin's, he pressed against her.

The collision of soul and soul left Zhao Mo's mind blank.

What Zhao Mo didn't notice was that when his Nascent Soul pressed against Ding Xin's, a spiritual light was emitted.

This spiritual light was small at first, but it quickly expanded to the outside of their bodies.

Forming a protective shield that enveloped them both.

Despite the Lightning Tribulation raging outside, the two inside remained motionless.

Zhao Mo and Ding Xin were fine, but Iron Shovel was in a bad way.