Joining the Joyful Union Sect, My Life in the Grip of My Senior Sister

Chapter 207: I Stroke the Immortal’s Crown, My Palm Falls to Sever Longevity!

Lin Fengmian stood high up in the sky, with endless thunder crashing down, attracting the attention of everyone present.

This grand heavenly tribulation also attracted many people with ill intentions.

After all, it was generally believed that there would be a relatively weak period after the breakthrough.

This was the best time to kill and steal treasures!

These people were lurking around, their eyes gleaming like tigers, waiting for Lin Fengmian to complete his breakthrough before they would swoop down and kill him for his treasures.

Lin Fengmian, who shared divine consciousness with Luo Xue, was fully aware of everything that was happening around him. His divine consciousness was so powerful that he could see through everything, but he was not concerned.

The strongest among these people were only at the Nascent Soul realm, and their auras were mixed, not those of true powerhouses.

In his eyes, he would slaughter them like dogs after breaking through.

“Everyone, don’t be impatient. Wait for me to finish the tribulation, and I will send you all to meet King Yama.”

Many in the crowd cursed, “Arrogant brat, you have no idea how high the sky is and how thick the earth is!”

“Ye Xuefeng? That name sounds familiar.”

“Familiar? It’s probably an arrogant guy who likes to talk big!”

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Lin Fengmian stood in the air, lightning crackling above his head. He took out a wine bottle and drank a mouthful of mountain spring water, laughing wildly and arrogantly.

“I see that many of you are sick, and I bet you see me the same way.”

Upon hearing this, many people clenched their weapons, ready to strike this reckless brat.

However, some of them looked at Jun Yunshang and her group at the dilapidated temple cautiously, unsure of their relationship with Lin Fengmian.

Watching the figure standing confidently and gracefully amidst the heavenly tribulation, Jun Yunshang felt a stirring in her heart.

Ye Ling asked in disbelief, “Elder Huang, is it really him? Could it be someone else pretending to be him?”

After all, reaching the Nascent Soul Realm in just a few days was too incredible, and this person was wearing a mask.

Elder Huang shook his head. “I remember his aura. It’s not someone else pretending; it’s that Ye Xuefeng from Kang City!”

Guan Ming’s eyes were filled with a mixture of helplessness and despair, as if Lin Fengmian’s existence had shattered his confidence.

“I thought I was already a prodigy, but today I realize that there are always greater heights and more talented people. What a despairing talent!”

Elder Huang also looked astonished. “I thought he would lose his momentum after the Core Formation Realm, but I didn’t expect him to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm in just three days.”

“I underestimated this young man. Now, I’m curious about what realm he will ultimately reach!”

While others were astonished at Lin Fengmian’s terrifying cultivation progress, Jun Yunshang looked at Lin Fengmian with a hint of sympathy.

“As he said, he doesn’t want this kind of talent. Maybe he just wants to live a simple and peaceful life.”

Lin Fengmian’s words made her feel even more guilty towards him and the people of Kang City. If it weren’t for her, they would probably still be living their lives, rising with the sun and resting with the moon.

As Zuo Yueting listened to their conversation and looked at Lin Fengmian’s figure, she felt a wave of killing intent rising and getting stronger and stronger.

After all, someone with such a talented enemy would probably not be able to sleep at night. The best solution would be to nip him in the bud.

When the thunder finally began to subside, Lin Fengmian stood in mid-air, seamlessly advancing to the Nascent Soul Realm, but he did not receive an Honored Position promotion.

After all, he shared an honored position with Luo Xue, allowing him to advance up to the Great Ascension Realm without hindrance.

Looking down at the few people who were staring in shock, Lin Fengmian chuckled inwardly, glad that he didn’t have to walk around in his glory unrecognized.

But on the surface, he stood with his hands behind his back, calm and composed, as if what had just happened was of no significance.

Dozens of figures rose from the surrounding forest and quickly approached Lin Fengmian, their magical tools shining brightly.

Among them, only four were Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, while the rest were peak Core Formation Realm cultivators, all planning to take advantage of Lin Fengmian’s supposed vulnerability.

One of those four Nascent Soul Realm cultivators was Zuo Yueting. Although she wasn’t sure if Lin Fengmian’s words were true, she wouldn’t let such an enemy grow freely.

Lin Fengmian’s lips curved into a devilishly charming smile as he lightly said, “Do you really think I’m easy to bully?”

Luo Xue’s constitution seemed to be extremely special. Instead of harming him, the heavenly tribulation was absorbed by him.

Therefore, his tribulation didn’t cost him much energy. His cultivation was still at its peak, and he didn’t need to choose an honored position.

Even though he had just broken through, he was no less powerful than those who had been in the Nascent Soul Realm for a long time.

Seeing the dozens of figures rushing towards him, Lin Fengmian coldly snorted and summoned a long sword in his hand, standing calmly and fearlessly.

Even though the other side was numerous and strong, he was now a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.

With the Demon Emperor Technique and the Sword Dao inheritance of the Qionghua Sect, how could he possibly fear these people?

Lin Fengmian held up the long sword and silently recited a spell.

Heavenly thunder roared!

The heavenly tribulation had not yet dissipated, and the sky was filled with lightning. Lin Fengmian’s sword tip drew the lightning, causing it to hang around him like an inverted waterfall, dancing along the edge of his sword.

Lin Fengmian coldly looked at the crowd, waved his sword lightly, and said in a cold voice, “Three million Heavenly Sword Immortals, all of you must bow before me.”

He drew out lightning bolts that struck the people below, accompanied by screams of agony.

Some Core Formation Realm cultivators were instantly reduced to charred remains, while the rest were severely injured, desperately dodging the lightning that rained down from the sky.

Even the four Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, including Zuo Yueting, were no better off as they used all their strength to withstand the lightning.

However, the lightning Lin Fengmian summoned was the remaining tribulation lightning from the heavens, far more powerful than ordinary lightning, making it extremely difficult for them to withstand it.

Giving them no time to catch their breath, Lin Fengmian formed a hand seal and shouted, “Sky-Splitting Sword Rain! Lightning Summoning Spell!”

The long sword in his hand split into several blades, transforming into a stream of sword rain that poured down from the sky.

Each lightning blade drew lightning like countless silver snakes, shooting at the surrounding cultivators.

Under the terrifying combination of lightning and sword light, no Core Formation Realm cultivator was spared, all of them screaming as they fell from the sky, their lives and cultivation extinguished.

The four Nascent Soul Realm cultivators also suffered greatly. Only Zuo Yueting, thanks to her agile movements, was able to avoid the worst and remain unharmed.

The other three were not so lucky. One of them, the one with wooden spiritual roots, was immediately severely injured.

Lin Fengmian flew up and slashed this person down with a single sword stroke and took his storage ring.

The remaining two, realizing that Lin Fengmian had lightning spiritual roots, knew that they couldn’t win and turned to flee.

“You want to run? Not so easy!”

Lin Fengmian’s figure turned into a blur and appeared behind one of them like a ghost.

The person threw a punch backwards, but it passed through Lin Fengmian’s body as if hitting air.

Lin Fengmian’s figure disappeared and reappeared behind the person.

This was a new technique he had learned from the Demon Emperor Technique, Phantom Trace.

This movement technique was as fast as lightning, creating illusions that made it impossible to discern what was real and what was not.

Lin Fengmian placed his palm on the head of the first Nascent Soul Realm cultivator and smiled lightly, “I touch the head of the immortal, and my palm falls to sever the path of eternal life!”

Thunder roared out of his hand, and a violent bolt of lightning struck the person’s head.

The person screamed, instantly turning into a charred corpse as he fell from the sky, unable to escape even in the Nascent Soul Realm.