110: The crisis of the Korean dynasty.

Above the firmament, dark clouds gathered, a dense, oppressive mass, as if the sky itself was about to collapse.

Deep within the clouds, countless thick, Dragon-like purple electric snakes wildly weaved and roared, their world-destroying might forcing all living beings within a hundred-mile radius to prostrate themselves on the ground, trembling in fear.

“This… this is… a Heavenly Tribulation?!”

Li Huowang looked up, staring blankly at the apocalyptic scene, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

Although he had just embarked on the path of Cultivation, he knew from his Revered Master's usual “science lessons” about the terror of the Nascent Soul Tribulation.

It was a supreme divine punishment bestowed by the Heavenly Dao upon Cultivators who defied heaven, for they were not tolerated by it!

If one passed it, they would leap over the Dragon Gate, their Lifespan would greatly increase, and their Divine Abilities would form naturally!

If one failed, they would perish, turning to ashes!

“Master!” Li Huowang’s voice trembled.

“It’s nothing.”

Lu Yuchen sat cross-legged, his expression calm, even having the leisure to wave a hand at his terrified disciple.

“It’s merely a trivial Lightning Tribulation; there’s no need to make such a fuss.”

“You step aside and observe carefully. This will also benefit your future Cultivation.”

No sooner had he spoken!

“Crack—!”

A thick, barrel-sized Lightning Dragon, shimmering with terrifying purple light, tore through the pitch-black night sky, descending upon Lu Yuchen with world-destroying might!

Li Huowang was scared out of his wits, almost crying out in alarm!

However, Lu Yuchen still maintained his calm and composed demeanor.

He didn't even lift an eyelid.

With just a thought.

Behind him, the “Chaos Nine Heavens” formed by his Purple Mansion phenomenon, roared into existence!

Nine layers of ancient, vast Azure Heavens, stacked one upon another, as if they could suppress eternity and obliterate everything!

The terrifying Lightning Dragon, which would make any Golden Core Cultivator pale, was instantly dissolved, absorbed, and… annihilated the moment it struck the first layer of Azure Heaven, like a clay ox entering the sea, without a sound.

Not even a ripple was stirred.

Li Huowang: “…”

He was completely stunned.

This… is it over already?!

What about the promised world-destroying power? What about the near-death experience?

What kind of divine method does his Revered Master possess?!

For the next hour, Li Huowang’s worldview was repeatedly shattered, rebuilt, and shattered again…

No matter how violent or varied the Lightning Tribulation became.

Before Lu Yuchen’s nine layers of Azure Heaven, it was as fragile as a three-year-old child’s toy, easily dissolved.

In the end, the omnipresent tribulation clouds seemed to carry a hint of “grievance” and “unwillingness,” slowly dispersing against their will.

The night sky returned to clarity.

A golden Nascent Soul shot out from the top of Lu Yuchen’s head, spun joyfully in the air, eagerly absorbing the newly born Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi after the tribulation, and then re-entered his body.

Nascent Soul Stage!

It was done!

Lu Yuchen slowly opened his eyes, feeling the spiritual power within him, which was more than ten times stronger than before, and the new Realm that seemed to merge with the Heaven and Earth. He nodded in satisfaction.

“Revered Master is mighty!”

Li Huowang could no longer restrain himself, rushing forward in a single bound and dropping to his knees with a “thud,” his eyes practically overflowing with adoration.

“Get up,” Lu Yuchen helped him up, saying faintly, “Let’s go, let’s continue our leisurely travels.”

…

Half a month later.

In the Eastern Domain, Yu Yuan Continent, within an unknown deep mountain secret chamber.

Around them, it was pitch black, with only a few luminous pearls on the walls emitting a faint, cold light.

In the center of the secret chamber, a woman dressed in purple palace attire knelt on one knee, her expression respectful.

She had a graceful figure and a beautiful face, and was none other than Yan’er, the female general from the Northern Yuan Dynasty who had met Lin Fan several times.

But now, the fierce aura of a Martial Artist that she once possessed had vanished, replaced by a more restrained yet more dangerous aura.

Foundation Establishment Fifth Layer!

In just a few months, she had been completely transformed, embarking on the path of Cultivation!

Before her, was an impenetrable darkness.

Within the darkness, sat a small figure, whose appearance could not be discerned, yet it radiated a heart-palpitating pressure.

“Is everything ready?”

A childish voice, yet bearing a hint of age-inappropriateVicissitudes and indifference, slowly echoed from the darkness.

“Reporting to Revered Master, everything is ready,” Yan’er said, lowering her head, a trace of almost imperceptible fanaticism in her voice.

“Very good.”

The figure in the darkness slowly stood up, step by step, emerging from the shadows.

It was a little girl who appeared to be only five or six years old.

Delicately carved, her pair of dark, twinkling eyes seemed to contain the starry Universe, bottomless.

It was none other than the little princess, Pavilion Master Ling Yixue, whom Yan’er had rescued from the ruins of the Northern Yuan Imperial City!

But at this moment, the aura emanating from her was terrifying to the extreme!

Foundation Establishment Seventh Layer!

“The plan can begin.”

Her voice was slightly childlike but chillingly cold, devoid of any emotion.

“It’s time for them to pay the price for their ignorance and greed.”

“Yes!” Yan’er nodded heavily, her eyes gleaming with excited flames.

…

Three days later.

In Yu Yuan Continent, the Great Han Imperial Dynasty, within the Imperial Palace’s Golden Imperial Hall.

On the Dragon Throne, Emperor Han Shan of the Great Han Imperial Dynasty was in a fit of rage, his usually dignified face now throbbing with veins.

“Outrageous! Simply outrageous!”

He slammed the memorial in his hand to the ground, his voice roaring like a wounded beast.

“In just one month, over a hundred peasant uprisings have erupted within my Great Han territory! Refugees are everywhere, bandits run rampant! Not a single local official can control them!”

“If this continues, the very foundation of my Great Han will be shaken by these lowly commoners!”

Below the Imperial Throne, the civil and military officials were silent, each bowing their heads, not daring to even breathe loudly.

“My beloved ministers! Who can share His Majesty’s burdens?!” Han Shan’s gaze, sharp as a knife, slowly swept across his assembled officials.

Silence.

Amidst this suffocating atmosphere.

A figure slowly stepped out from among the officials.

The newcomer was dressed in a black robe, with a tall and straight figure, and a handsome face. His deep eyes seemed capable of seeing through people’s hearts.

He cupped his hands respectfully towards Han Shan on the Dragon Throne, neither humble nor arrogant.

“Your Majesty, please calm your anger. This subject has a plan.”

Hearing this, Han Shan’s spirits lifted, and he eagerly said, “Minister Ying, quickly tell me!”

The black-robed man smiled faintly and slowly began to elaborate on the strategy he had already prepared in his mind.

He started from analyzing the root causes of the refugee uprisings, then moved to pacifying the people’s hearts, then to dividing and disintegrating the rebels, and finally, to suppressing the ringleaders with swift and decisive action…

His words were clear, logically linked, and watertight.

Han Shan listened with great delight, nodding repeatedly, his gaze towards the black-robed man filled with admiration and… reliance.

“Good! Excellent!”

“To have Minister Ying is truly a fortune for my Great Han! A fortune for me!” Han Shan clapped his hands and laughed heartily, his vexation completely swept away. Then, he waved his hand, his voice filled with unquestionable authority.

“This matter shall be entirely entrusted to Minister Ying! All necessary resources shall be provided from the national treasury! All local governments shall obey your dispatch!”

“Everything shall be done according to Minister Ying’s instructions!”

“This subject obeys the decree.”

The black-robed man bowed again, his voice calm.

Then, he slowly raised his head, a meaningful smile appearing on his handsome face.

It was none other than Qin Jiu, the Ninth Prince of the Great Qin Imperial Dynasty, who had entered the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect—Ying Ziliang!