50: Chapter 50 Mountain Moving Technique

"It certainly saved me some time."

But on second thought, Ye Qingyang broke into a cold sweat. If he remembered correctly, Zhao Yi's entire cultivation had been sacrificed to pave the way for Bai Miyao.

And now, Zhao Yi had not only recovered his cultivation but had gone a step further, shattering his core to form a soul.

What kind of speed was this?

Not even Demonic Cultivators promoted this quickly.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingyang's expression changed as he looked at the tribulation cloud.

Coupled with that sudden premonition from not long ago...

Ye Qingyang actually suspected that Zhao Yi could survive the Lightning Tribulation.

"If he really becomes a Nascent Soul..."

Just thinking about it made Ye Qingyang's head feel like it was exploding.

With a thought, he appeared within the Lingran Illusion Realm.

"What are you all doing?"

Everything before him was a blur of white. If looks could kill, the Bai Family Cultivators in front of him would have all been glared to death by Ye Qingyang.

Instead of observing the Lightning Tribulation properly, this group of Bai Family Cultivators was actually holding a debaucherous orgy.

And the leader was Bai Yunping. Seeing Ye Qingyang arrive, he said with a shameless grin, "Brother-in-law, these are all newly arrived female Cultivators. They've got plenty of spirit."

To the side, a pile of female corpses was stacked together, their resentment reaching the heavens.

"You people—"

"Who told you to kill them?"

"Could the dungeon not hold them?"

"Such a waste! When will we ever refine the azure blood pill at this rate?"

"I was confused by my anger at you."

"The one Undergoing Tribulation outside is Zhao Yi, shattering his core to form a soul!"

"If I were you, I'd hide first. If he successfully undergoes the tribulation, there won't be anywhere for you to run."

Bai Yunping was stunned.

"Zhao Yi?"

"Shattering his core to form a soul?"

"Is it really that ridiculous?"

A Death Cultivator who had his Golden Core drained by Bai Miyao had now not only fully recovered his cultivation but had also broken through the Golden Core to achieve Nascent Soul.

Bai Yunping only felt it was absurd; as for a successful tribulation, he didn't even consider it. For a Death Cultivator to achieve Nascent Soul, they needed to face the Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation.

That was a Lightning Tribulation that ordinary people only faced when breaking through to Soul Transformation. Could Zhao Yi, a Golden Core Cultivator, survive it?

"Brother-in-law, I understand!"

"We'll leave once they're finished having their fun. Anyway, a Lightning Tribulation isn't something that can be finished in a short while."

"Besides, so what if he achieves Nascent Soul?"

"Aren't you a Nascent Soul too?"

"I believe in you."

Ye Qingyang...

Strangely enough, what Bai Yunping said made quite a bit of sense.

Yes, he was also a Nascent Soul True Monarch. Even if Zhao Yi successfully underwent the tribulation, he couldn't do anything to him.

"Hurry up and clean this up!"

"What does this look like?"

"At the very least, close the doors."

That's right, the Bai Family Cultivators were just that arrogant.

With the doors wide open, they dragged in female Cultivators and male Cultivators alike, essentially refusing nothing.

"Are you True Monarch Ye?"

"True Monarch, please save us! They aren't human!"

A female Cultivator recognized Ye Qingyang.

This piqued Ye Qingyang's interest.

"You know me?"

The Bai Family Cultivators certainly had good taste; this little face was quite something...

"In Pingcheng County, I had the honor of seeing the True Monarch once."

"True Monarch, these Cultivators are beasts in human clothing. I beg the True Monarch to save me..."

The female Cultivator trembled, without a stitch of clothing on her body.

Ye Qingyang did not answer, but instead turned to Bai Yunping and said,

"You can't just kill them recklessly. Once you're done playing, lock them all up, do you understand?"

With that, ignoring the dumbstruck female Cultivator, he vanished in an instant.

"Ah—"

"True Monarch..."

"Save me, True Monarch—"

"I only came to the Lesser Strange Spirit Stone Mine because I admired the True Monarch!"

Slap!

Bai Yunping struck the female Cultivator with a slap.

"You've even learned how to tattle."

"I'll teach you to talk too much..."

The sound of sobbing drifted out; who knew how much more misery had been added to the world.

At the Lesser Strange Spirit Stone Mine, Zhao Yi had only one breath left.

He was surrounded by Spirit Stone powder. The Low-Grade Spirit Stones excavated from the mine had actually been completely consumed by him.

"How many bolts has it been?"

Zhao Yi could no longer remember.

"If I had a Medicinal Pill to restore my cultivation, maybe I could hold on a bit longer."

At this moment, Zhao Yi actually thought back to the time Zhou Yan had prepared Medicinal Pills for him.

"I really am pathetic."

In his Dantian, the originally tiny Nascent Soul was now listless, its head drooping and its body crackling with electricity—all gifts from the Lightning Tribulation.

And the great sumeru treasure hoe above Zhao Yi's head had turned almost entirely golden because it was covered in dense, golden lightning marks.

"Come!"

With a beckon of his hand, he took the great sumeru treasure hoe. Zhao Yi sighed, "Old friend, I'm about to reach my limit."

"Go back to wherever you came from."

The power and duration of the Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation far exceeded Zhao Yi's expectations; it truly wasn't something human strength could endure.

"No wonder they're called Death Cultivators."

"You old thief heaven, you win."

Zhao Yi threw the great sumeru treasure hoe with all his might, attempting to send it far away from the Lightning Tribulation.

But the great sumeru treasure hoe circled around and returned to its position above Zhao Yi's head.

Then, all the lightning marks suddenly lit up, directly transforming the great sumeru treasure hoe into a golden hoe.

Then, a bolt of golden lightning shot out from the head of the great sumeru treasure hoe, heading straight for Zhao Yi.

"Screw you!"

"The Heavenly Tribulation strikes me, and now you strike me too? This is truly turning everything upside down!"

But soon, Zhao Yi went silent.

Because the golden lightning shot from the great sumeru treasure hoe contained terrifying energy, knocking him unconscious instantly.

The unconscious Zhao Yi seemed to be held by the lightning from the great sumeru treasure hoe, suspended in mid-air.

In the sky, the Lightning Tribulation continued to strike the great sumeru treasure hoe incessantly, as if replenishing its energy.

An unknown amount of time passed before Zhao Yi finally woke from the darkness.

"I'm not dead?"

Then came a full-body pain, as if his flesh had been carved and his marrow hammered.

Inside his Dantian, the originally thumb-sized Nascent Soul had grown a size larger. Around its waist was a belt formed from lightning marks, which looked indescribably strange.

"Holy crap!"

"Did I successfully survive the tribulation?"

He circulated a stream of Nascent Soul power through his body, and the original pain vanished instantly.

Bang!

Just as Zhao Yi was adapting to his Nascent Soul cultivation, a great force came from behind his head, smashing him directly into the ground.

"Damn, is a Nascent Soul True Monarch's head this hard too?"

That familiar voice...

Zhao Yi rubbed the back of his head and flew up from the ground. It was that idiot Bai Yunping.

Having failed his strike, Bai Yunping was now fleeing frantically.

He wasn't stupid, after all.

"Heh..."

"You think you can run after a sneak attack?"

"Flying Star Technique!"

A Mid-Grade Spirit Stone vanished from Zhao Yi's hand. When it reappeared, it struck the distant Bai Yunping squarely, smashing his head to pieces.

"Fellow Daoist, aren't your methods a bit too cruel?"

A Golden Core flew up from Bai Yunping's corpse and landed in Ye Qingyang's hand.

"I'm cruel?"

Zhao Yi smashed his hoe into the Lingran Illusion Realm, directly breaking its protective Formation.

With a scoop toward the Lingran Illusion Realm, he dug up the mounds of white bones buried underground.

"What use is there in keeping such a depraved clan?"

"Mountain!"

Zhao Yi extended the five fingers of his right hand, and a phantom of a small mountain appeared in his palm.

"Mountain Moving Technique!?"

"How is this possible? You've only just become a Nascent Soul. How could you know such a profound Spell?"

Ye Qingyang's composure crumbled. This was what he had dreamed of, something he hadn't obtained after a hundred years of bitter cultivation, yet he was seeing it in the hands of a newly ascended Nascent Soul.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Stop it this instant!"