MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 11
by VolareChapter 11: Tribulation
This one-sided competition continued for some time. Shen Yucheng, who had started as an elegant young master, had become a forlorn prince, his clothes torn in many places, with several patches on his waist charred by flames.
The disciples, initially nervous and apprehensive, were now bored. “Shen Yucheng is still dodging. I’m tired of watching.”
“How long has this been going on? Young Master Shi, quickly deliver a fatal blow.”
Seeing that Shen Yucheng was not giving up even though his stamina was almost exhausted, Shi Wen’s respect grew spontaneously: “Yucheng, you are the most persevering person I have ever met. You are the first to withstand the attacks of the Crimson Sand Beast for so long. However, it should end now—”
“Enough nonsense.” Shen Yucheng’s golden threads rapidly increased in size, becoming wider, and finally forming a giant rope. He threw the giant rope into the sky. Under Shen Yucheng’s control, the rope was as if it had a life of its own, automatically capturing the Crimson Sand Beast.
After a few rounds, the Crimson Sand Beast’s neck was tightly entangled by the golden rope. The powerful spiritual power in the rope made it impossible for the sand beast to break free.
Shi Wen smiled stiffly: “Your threads can become so large?”
Fu Lingxuan outside the arena also paused. Such a flexible and versatile magical artifact must be very expensive.
Shen Yucheng smiled: “I never said it was just threads.” He pulled the golden rope with force, and the Crimson Sand Beast immediately fell to the ground, letting out ferocious howls.
In fact, his golden threads were not ordinary threads. They were the embodiment of spiritual power. Everyone’s spiritual power could be like this, but the Puppet Dao’s techniques could materialize it.
The reason he had been yielding for so long was because he was contending with the giant beast within his body for spiritual power, so he needed time. At the same time, the Crimson Sand Beast’s movements were agile and unpredictable, making it difficult to grasp. He needed to adapt, and he had only just predicted its movements.
Shi Wen did not expect this and laughed heartily: “Good, that’s really great. Yucheng, my confidant, Shi will never forsake you in this lifetime.”
Although he had restrained the Crimson Sand Beast’s movements, the difference in strength between man and beast was still huge. Shen Yucheng felt exhausted after only holding on for a moment.
Shi Wen suddenly leaned down and said something to the Crimson Sand Beast. The sand beast stirred up several gusts of sand and dust around it.
Shen Yucheng’s expression changed slightly. He felt intuitively that something was wrong. He released the rope and jumped to the edge of the arena.
Sure enough, the next second, the Crimson Sand Beast stirred up a giant wind all over its body. The airflow became faster and faster, and the temperature rose sharply, forming a huge firestorm that swept the surrounding objects into it.
The elders in the air consciously activated barriers, unaffected, but the disciples by the arena were eating dust.
“Is this really the Promotion Examination!”
“My mouth is full of sand!”
Li Juemu released a windproof magical artifact: “This Shi Wen is really too powerful. If it were a competition, I wouldn’t want to fight him.”
Mo Yifeng protected himself with spiritual power, unaffected by the environment, but his eyes were fixed on the arena, his expression grave.
“What’s wrong?” Li Juemu asked with concern.
“There’s something wrong with Shen Yucheng.”
Shen Yucheng stood motionless at the edge of the arena. Under normal circumstances, he should resist such a strong storm, but Shen Yucheng did not even make a move to cover his face. He had been staring at the Crimson Sand Beast since just now.
Very strange.
Seeing Shen Yucheng’s appearance, Shi Wen leisurely said: “To be honest, fierce Demon Beasts often ambush in the sand and rocks in the desert. The Crimson Sand Beast lives here. Its flame storm is deceptive and can hypnotize enemies, causing them to lose their ability to think and return to their nature.”
Mo Yifeng’s face changed drastically upon hearing this.
Li Juemu thought he was worried: “Is Brother Shen going to lose?”
Only Mo Yifeng knew what Shen Yucheng was going to do next.
Shen Yucheng’s right hand slowly rose, pointing at the Crimson Sand Beast, his eyes dull. At this moment, his expression was lifeless. With a slight movement of his fingertip, golden threads quickly wrapped around the Crimson Sand Beast, and spiritual power surged into the sand beast’s body like a raging tide.
Seeing this situation, Shi Wen thought he was struggling: “It’s useless. Before you actively give up, the initiative is still in my hands.”
Little did he know, the moment Shen Yucheng’s finger stopped, Shi Wen’s pupils contracted violently, and he felt his spiritual vein connection with the Crimson Sand Beast severed.
For some reason, his limbs were cold, his back stiff, and he felt unprecedented fear.
Shen Yucheng lightly hooked his index finger, and the Crimson Sand Beast threw off the person on its back and ran straight towards him, coming to Shen Yucheng’s feet. Golden light flickered in the sand beast’s eyes, completely controlled.
Li Juemu was so frightened by the scene before him that he opened his mouth wide, unable to speak.
What Mo Yifeng had thought in his heart had finally happened.
Shen Yucheng was originally cultivating the Puppet Dao. In a state of irrationality, he would only instinctively use his abilities. He had been entangled with the Crimson Sand Beast for so long just now, five seconds was enough, so this scene appeared.
There were so many elders on the scene. If this continued, Shen Yucheng would be discovered.
Mo Yifeng had never felt so anxious as he did now.
On the arena, Shen Yucheng, expressionless, commanded the Crimson Sand Beast to attack Shi Wen on the ground. Shi Wen was slowed down by the impact of being thrown off by the sand beast. Before he could recover, he laboriously dragged his heavy body to dodge. He had not had time to think about why his main contracted beast had suddenly lost control, and he watched as the front claws were about to pounce on his face.
Unable to dodge, he closed his eyes tightly.
The scattered light in Shen Yucheng’s eyes slowly focused. He felt as if he had been asleep for a long time. After seeing the situation on the arena clearly, he abruptly ordered the sand beast to stop.
Shi Wen was stunned, breathed a sigh of relief, and lay down on the ground in frustration: “I admit defeat. Yucheng, you are really amazing.”
The sand and dust just now had completely dissipated, and Shen Yucheng regained consciousness, his mind in a haze. He blinked his eyes and gradually woke up, and he heard Shi Wen’s admission of defeat.
He seemed to have won.
“What? Why is Shi Wen on the ground?”
“There was too much sand just now. I didn’t see clearly. How was the victory decided?”
Li Juemu didn’t know what happened either: “Great, Brother Shen won!”
Shen Yucheng looked around in a daze, feeling the gazes of everyone watching him. His memory was interrupted at the moment the firestorm began. He knew nothing about what happened after that.
Looking at Shen Yucheng on the arena who had regained his senses, Mo Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the place where the storm had dissipated on the arena. The storm must have stopped after Shen Yucheng controlled the sand beast, and the hypnotic power also disappeared.
In fact, Shi Wen had already lost at the moment he hypnotized Shen Yucheng.
Fu Lingxuan came to the arena. Seeing that the two Foundation Establishment cultivators had beaten the arena into such a mess, he felt helpless. It would cost spiritual stones to repair it again. He announced loudly: “Round three, Shen Yucheng wins.”
The disciples’ doubts and questions about the results rose one after another.
“That Shen must have cheated!”
“How could Shi Wen lose? There must be a problem!”
Faced with the out-of-control scene, Fu Lingxuan simply stated that if Shen Yucheng used improper means in the competition, there would be a response from the detection magic weapon, and it was impossible to cheat under their noses.
He signaled the two candidates to return to the observation area. Shi Wen smiled bitterly and took the hand extended by Shen Yucheng, saying, “Yucheng, let’s fight again another day. I know you haven’t used your full strength yet, and I will definitely not lose next time.”
Before he could finish speaking, the sky suddenly changed. Dark clouds surged from all directions, gathering into a dark vortex in the sky. Several blue lightning bolts meandered and flickered in the center, splitting the sky and emitting deafening roars.
The surrounding crowd looked up at the sky in astonishment, retreating one after another. They only heard the rumbling of thunder in their ears, and an unspeakable fear arose spontaneously.
“Which Daoist is transcending tribulation here?!” Someone exclaimed.
The size of the tribulation clouds varies depending on the cultivation level. It is said that the Transformation God Tribulation will cover the entire cultivation world.
The elders decisively ordered Fu Lingxuan to evacuate the crowd, and they also retreated. Taking someone else’s thunder tribulation is an act against the heavens. At best, the cultivation level will decline, and at worst, the cultivation will be abolished.
The disciples poured out of the observation area. Seeing that the tribulation clouds were about to strike here, why not leave and wait to be turned into charcoal?
Just as everyone was uncertain, the black cloud vortex in the sky became more intense, and the blue lightning became denser, as if it would tear the sky apart at any moment.
Li Juemu also ran away from here. He turned his head and saw that Mo Yifeng was still in place, and shouted loudly: “Brother Mo! Go!”
Mo Yifeng stared at the arena. At this time, Shen Yucheng looked up at the few thunderbolts flashing in the vortex. After sending Shi Wen to a safe place, he resolutely returned to the arena.
Shi Wen was still unable to move freely and could only shout: “Yucheng! Someone is transcending tribulation there! Come back quickly, you’ll be hit!”
Mo Yifeng watched Shen Yucheng return to the arena step by step, his heart shuddering. Others may not have noticed, but the black clouds in the sky had been following Shen Yucheng from beginning to end.
Shen Yucheng stood on the empty arena, his face solemn, his eyes staring at the approaching thunder tribulation. He took a deep breath, and there were no longer any distracting thoughts in his eyes.
He only had one thought in his mind, has the underworld come to collect people?
He had seen countless others transcending tribulations, but this was his first time transcending tribulations himself. Not long ago, he was still a mortal. It was only natural to be afraid.
Help, how come these clouds are so big…
At this moment, he felt that he would die under this tribulation thunder before he exploded and died.
The lightning at the center of the vortex suddenly condensed, forming a huge pillar of thunder that went straight for Shen Yucheng. At the moment the lightning struck, Shen Yucheng used his limited spiritual power to gather a layer of golden shield. The pillar of thunder struck his shield at the same time.
The two spiritual powers collided fiercely, emitting a deafening roar, and the entire arena was covered by dazzling light.
The power of the thunder tribulation was always better. The golden shield quickly cracked under the huge pressure, and the light gradually dimmed.
Shen Yucheng in the center of the tribulation thunder did not know, but Mo Yifeng on the side saw it very clearly.
Mo Yifeng’s face was unbearable.
There are only thirty-six Heavenly Thunders for breaking through the Golden Core stage. In the tribulation clouds of Shen Yucheng just now, five thunderbolts clearly struck down.
Five Heavenly Thunders struck a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the same time. What a terrible scene this was. Not to mention five, one Heavenly Thunder was enough to make a cultivator’s body covered in wounds, let alone five.
As time went on, the power of Heavenly Thunder would only gradually increase.
Mo Yifeng thought of Fu Lingxuan’s words yesterday, “According to your previous observers, this time is not far from giving up, right?”
His clenched palm finally released.
The seventh one.