The dark clouds dissipated, the Cyan Dragon shattered, transforming into pieces of broken clouds. In an instant, the fragments of clouds connected into lines, which then spread into surfaces, covering the entire sky, as fine rain started to fall from above.
Sunlight illuminated the dark clouds, and the weather looked picturesque, like a watercolor painting with deep and shallow contrasts, inspiring countless imaginations, akin to Xu Changâanâs attire of black and white robe.
Shi Qingjun felt the warm rain falling on her face, raising her head in astonishment.
She had passed through the Heart Tribulation, yet a smoke rain was falling from the sky.
Wasnât that Cyan Dragon disaster an Illusion Realm?
Oh.
Now she was beside Xu Changâan, where he was, the weather was supposed to be unpredictable, and it was nothing surprising.
Having passed through the Heart Tribulation, there were supposed to be many things she needed to do, but at this moment, Shi Qingjun felt none of the post-tribulation survival emotions; she still had questions she wanted to ask Xu Changâan. At this point, she no longer treated Xu Changâan as a special Immortal Reincarnation, nor deliberately viewed him as an ordinary disciple.
The matters of forming good karmic ties, she had already discarded from her thoughts.
It was simply an equal conversation.
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The drizzling rain fell onto the flowerbed, blocked outside by the transparent canopy Xu Changâan had set up earlier, creating a crackling sound.
Shi Qingjun was in a daze; Xu Changâan, although curious, did not overly concern himself, thinking the senior sister was right.
It really was raining.
Indeed, having cultivation, she reminded him to set up the canopy beforehand; otherwise, with his skills, he couldnât manage to create a Spiritual Barrier that could cover the entire flowerbed.
Shi Qingjun finally came back to her senses at this moment; she began to speak: "Mast... Hah..."
Her throat reacted with extreme dryness.
Lowering her head, a bit of water dripped from her chin, soaking through the veil.
Shi Qingjunâs heart suddenly twisted painfully, and she staggered at her feet.
"Pfft."
A mouthful of fresh blood gushed from her mouth, instantly dyeing her lips and chin red, the veil was stained with blood, slowly drifting onto a flower, coloring the white petals with blood.
"Cough cough..." Shi Qingjun covered her mouth, holding it with her hand, but the blood couldnât be stopped, her pristine silver teeth tainted with blood, devoid of beauty.
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Xu Changâan heard the unusual sound and turned around to look, the flower watering can in his hand shook, spilling the Spiritual Water onto the ground.
"Senior sister, are you alright!!!!"
Xu Changâanâs pupils slightly enlarged, he put down the watering can and immediately walked up to Shi Qingjun, using Spiritual Power from a distance to stabilize her body, preventing her from falling to the ground.
He hadnât done anything.
Wasnât it just a few words?
Was it because senior sister was too heavily injured in the Inner Realm previously?
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The heavenly might isnât something easily endured; even a mere descending aura isnât something humans can fend off.
In some sense, if she truly overcame this calamity, she could indeed ascend to become an Immortal.
Shi Qingjunâs brows furrowed, as if a cold knife was scraping layer by layer over her body and soul, her bodyâs functions were utterly chaotic, cold sweat breaking out, long hair messily adhering to her forehead, her eyebrows knotted together.
Her nostrils flared with rapid breathing, her hands tightly gripping her skirt, drenched with sweat, while blue veins bulged on her pale arms.
Shi Qingjun gritted her teeth, and her bones emitted frightening sounds.
This was no longer physical anguish; it was a Celestial Dao Steel Saber scraping bones and seizing souls, the most primitive, unbearable suffering.
Shi Qingjun endured it, wiping the blood on her chin with her sleeve, stepping back to distance herself from Xu Changâanâs Spiritual Power support.
"Iâm fine, just a mishap during cultivation." Shi Qingjun sighed lightly.
It can only be said, indeed... the Heart Tribulation isnât all that easily passed. At this moment, she feels her cultivation continuously regressing. Though cultivating back would only take a few daysâ time, yet the damage to her soul would cause her cultivation to regress by twenty percent.
In comparison, even if the physical body is entirely destroyed, as long as the soul remains intact, it doesnât matter.
Regaining the cultivation lost by twenty percent now might require paying tenfold, a hundredfold, or more effort compared to before.
She didnât find it difficult to accept.
Making mistakes, only pain can teach a lesson.
Compared to this matter, her eyes becoming increasingly moist, far brighter than before, surpassing previous calmness and lifelessness.
Before undergoing tribulation, her heart had already become dusty, her human emotions gradually stripped away, feeling everything mundane.
But after the Thunder Tribulation, the world in her eyes suddenly returned to color, as if everything became appealing again.
Tending to flowers...
Perhaps it truly is an intriguing task.
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"Itâs alright? Then itâs good." Xu Changâan didnât look at Shi Qingjunâs distress; he echoed a response.
Thatâs true.
He cannot use common sense to understand this place, even though the injuries seem severe, this is Muyu Peak after all.
However, he felt quite helpless.
He finally understood why Shi Qingjun had been acting so strangely all along; she was injured.
"Illusion Realm Inner Realm?" Xu Changâan asked, thinking that nine out of ten injuries on Muyu Peak were due to cultivation in the Mental Realm.
"Consider it the Inner Realm." Shi Qingjun looked at the rain outside the shed, feeling a bit weak.
"Do you want me to take you to the Soul Healing Garden?" Xu Changâan asked.
"Itâs a minor injury, itâs not a big deal." Shi Qingjun shook her head, her breath was terribly disordered at this time, and said to Xu Changâan, "Junior Brother, give me some Water Spirit Qi."
"Okay."
After receiving the Water Spirit Qi handed over by Xu Changâan, a clear stream appeared in Shi Qingjunâs hand. The stream seemed to be a small snake that wrapped around her once, washing away the bloody aura and filth from her face.
Though still somewhat sickly, at least she wasnât as frightening as before.
"Iâm fine now." As soon as she recovered, Shi Qingjun stared straight at Xu Changâan and asked, "Junior Brother, why did you say that lightning at this moment was inappropriate?"
She didnât even bother wearing a veil, her sapphire-blue eyes flashing.
Did he know... that she was undergoing tribulation?
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Xu Changâanâs eye twitched slightly.
Was this question important?
Anyway, getting injured in the Inner Realm for the girls of Muyu Peak is just everyday affairs.
Unable to think of a good answer, Xu Changâan could only tell the truth, pointing to the rain shed, "I was watering flowers, and itâs not appropriate for rain to fall at this time."
Upon hearing this, Shi Qingjun sighed.
As she expected.
Just another simple reason.
She really couldnât view Xu Changâan with a normal mindset; it seemed she wasnât injured severely enough.
"Rain doesnât necessarily mean lightning." Shi Qingjun said.
"I just canât hear it." Xu Changâan thought that Shi Qingjun had said a long time ago there might be rain, and most likely, it was then that she heard the thunder.
Shi Qingjun remembered Xu Changâanâs curious gaze when she heard the Celestial Tribulation in the morning and asked, "Junior Brother, do you like listening to thunder?"
"Me? I wouldnât say that." Xu Changâan thought how the thunder had awakened Yun Qian from deep sleep, and shook his head, saying, "At least not now."
"Hmm." Shi Qingjun suddenly realized she was asking too many questions, aware that her cultivation had regressed, her soul and bodyâs condition were poor, she coughed and said, "Junior Brother, you get busy, Iâll rest in the East Wing for a bit."
Xu Changâan nodded and went back to work.
To him, this was just part of his daily interactions with the senior sisters of Muyu Peak.
Shi Qingjun wasnât even the strangest person; there were many absurd people, not worth bothering about.
However, overall, Xu Changâan felt pleased to have met Shi Qingjun.
Because Senior Sister seemed approachable.
She... probably wouldnât demand too many Contribution Points, right?
He had been thinking about this matter all along, and hadnât even remembered what Shi Qingjun looked like beneath her veil.
Thatâs why they called him shortsighted, only able to see shallow things.
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In the East Wing, Shi Qingjunâs face was pale, holding a bottle filled with Spiritual Liquid, in which Dao Rhyme faintly appeared.
She looked helpless.
It should have spread outside, saying that Sect Leader Chaoyun had successfully undergone tribulation, and his cultivation had soared.
This was indeed the case.
She had indeed successfully passed the tribulation, after all, the Heart Tribulation is still a tribulation.
But the issue was, having lost twenty percent of her cultivation, she was still far above the others, but looking at the strength of the Qiankun Realm overall, she definitely counted as a plummet in cultivation.
Originally, she was the first in the Qiankun Realm, firmly suppressing the person from the Demon Sect, and now... she had become weaker instead.
Heart Realm tribulation successful, cultivation tribulation failed.
But it wasnât too troublesome, canât start a fight anyway.
Now, thereâs another matter.
Since everything canât be rushed, Xu Changâan is not someone who is unclear like her.
Then this bottle of Dao Rhyme Spiritual Liquid, completely "over-level" for Xu Changâanâs cultivation now, should she really give it to him?
Perhaps switch to the most ordinary Spiritual Liquid?