Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable-Chapter 146: Seven-Star Thunder Tribulation
After taking the two Hundred Transformations Soul Refining Pills, Long Tianyu’s aura clearly began to grow stronger. The restorative effects were self-evident.
At this moment, Ye Tianling desperately wanted to extract some of his Huaxia Dragon Soul Divine Blood and give it to Long Tianyu.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t extract it.
Ye Tianling asked inwardly, ’Little Dragon Girl, my Huaxia Dragon Soul Divine Blood...’
But before he could even finish his thought, the Little Dragon Girl shot him down.
’There is actually only one drop of Huaxia Dragon Soul Divine Blood, and it’s bound to the Space-Time Soul-locking Tower. You’ve already completed about a tenth of the basic entry-level Refinement, so it’s impossible to extract it now.’
’Besides, if Long Tianyu were suitable, I would have chosen her as the Inheritor directly instead of you.’
’Do you really think that without the inheritance, you could even be one percent as good as her?’
The Little Dragon Girl’s sweet, child-like voice was still as enchanting as ever, but her answer completely rebuffed Ye Tianling.
Ye Tianling retorted in his mind, ’Little Dragon Girl, that was way too blunt! You just dealt me a hundred million points of critical damage!’
’I only said one percent because I was afraid of hurting your feelings. Without the inheritance, your actual capability is only 1/134,391st of hers. Don’t say I’m not giving you any face. My data, calculated by the Mechanical Heart, has an accuracy of ninety-nine point nine nine nine nine...’ the Little Dragon Girl continued.
This reply nearly made Ye Tianling spit out a mouthful of old blood.
Because the Little Dragon Girl’s "nines" went on and on—she said a total of seventy-three of them.
What kind of probability was that?
Was there any difference between that and one hundred percent?
’Alright, I’m trash.’
Faced with the proud Little Dragon Girl, Ye Tianling could only back down—he had no other choice. He was counting on her to help him become a Saint Son, marry an Ice Mountain Snow Woman and an Unparalleled Fairy, and reach the pinnacle of life!
’The inheritance chose you. You have your merits, too.’ The Little Dragon Girl’s words finally gave Ye Tianling a sliver of comfort.
’She finally remembered my good points,’ Ye Tianling thought with a sigh.
’Yes. You’re shameless enough, and despicable enough. You have a twisted mind, a savage nature, and your methods are sufficiently ruthless... Moreover, you’re a reckless hothead who doesn’t know the meaning of the word ’fear.’ If you don’t like something, you fight. That’s very good.’ The Little Dragon Girl’s voice became semi-mechanical.
At that response, Ye Tianling spat out a mouthful of old blood. ’Is... is this really a compliment? What the hell!’
"Brother Tianling, what’s wrong?" Seeing Ye Tianling spit blood, Long Tianyu immediately grew worried.
"It’s nothing, just my bloodline acting up a bit. I spit and spit, and eventually, I get used to it," Ye Tianling said casually.
By now, Long Tianxiao and Granny Qinglian had started frantically attacking the Chaotic Stone Array and the Nine Palace Eight Trigrams Formation. However, this unique Array, derived from the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches and the Yin Yang Five Elements, was not so easily broken.
No matter how powerful their attacks were, the force of each strike was evenly dispersed. After being distributed across the sixty to seventy layers of the Array, it was then scattered to every formation base...
As a result, the impact of their attacks was extremely limited.
Long Tianxiao and Granny Qinglian, who had originally looked down on this unknown, messy-looking Array, were both growing frustrated.
It was like a harsh slap to their faces, utterly humiliating them and causing them to lose all face.
After all, they had previously believed this Array was trash that could be destroyed with a casual wave of their hands.
After speaking, Ye Tianling couldn’t help but take Long Tianyu’s delicate hand again, warming it in his palm for a moment.
He was a little reluctant to let go, but he didn’t want to stop Long Tianyu from undergoing her Tribulation either.
Although Long Tianyu was not old, only about thirteen or fourteen, she was extremely opinionated.
Moreover, once she made a decision, she would never change her mind—this was evident from her refusal to accept the Divine Blood.
"Brother, come closer. I’ll protect you. I will use my Talent to summon the Thunder Tribulation and engulf them within it," Long Tianyu said softly.
Ye Tianling seemed thoughtful. "I’m not necessarily afraid of the Thunder Tribulation. You don’t have to worry about me. Focus on your Tribulation."
Despite his words, Ye Tianling still moved a little closer to Long Tianyu.
Long Tianyu nodded, then sat down cross-legged.
She then directly cast the Emperor’s Qi Dragon Swallowing Heaven Divine Technique, summoning a Dragon Soul Illusion behind her.
As the Dragon Soul Roar sounded, Long Tianyu gathered her Talent Bloodline and forcibly broke through her Realm to summon the Thunder Tribulation.
"Long Tianyu, are you insane?! You just entered the Sword Tribulation Sixth Refining Realm not long ago, and now you’re forcibly breaking through to summon a Celestial Tribulation? You’ll be turned to dust under the myriad calamities! Even if you succeed, your Battle Power will drop by at least thirty percent, and you’ll be completely crippled!" Long Tianxiao shouted in shocked anger.
Long Tianyu glanced at Long Tianxiao with contempt in her eyes and said coldly, "I would rather die than submit!"
A vicious glint flashed in Long Tianxiao’s eyes. "Fine! Fine! Fine! I originally thought that if you just yielded and submitted to me, serving me as your master, I would grant you a way to live! Since it has come to this, I’ll grant you a quick death!"
Ye Tianling cut in directly, "Long Tianxiao, who the hell do you think you are? You could offer to lick my toes, and I’d still think you’re too dirty! A toad like you, a little worm, wants Tianyu to submit to you?!"
Long Tianxiao froze.
He, the great Long Tianxiao, First Saint Son of the Dragon Race’s Cyan Dragon Lineage, hailed as having the aptitude of a Divine Child, was actually being cursed at by a ’half-breed’?
And with such vulgar, crude insults?
"Don’t just stand there in a daze. I’m talking to you, you little crawler, you little earthworm. Not happy about it? Come on, then! Break the Array and come fight your grandpa!" Ye Tianling taunted arrogantly.
When it came to slinging insults, Ye Tianling felt he had been thoroughly trained by the Ye Race.
Most members of the Ye Race were low-class, cursing with every other breath. Having been immersed in such an environment, Ye Tianling had honed his ability to curse to perfection.
"Long Tianling! You’re simply courting death!" Long Tianxiao’s eyes bulged, his fury and killing intent erupting violently.
"Don’t be so angry. Here, let your grandpa piss a clear spring for you to drink. It’ll help you cool off." As Ye Tianling spoke, he even deliberately made a ’shushing’ gesture as if he were peeing.
This time, even with Long Tianxiao’s disposition, he almost coughed up blood from sheer rage.
BOOM—
At that moment, the world was enveloped by Thunder Power.
A purple, seven-colored Thunder Tribulation had actually descended ahead of schedule. Vast, colorful tribulation clouds swept across the sky, surging over at extreme speed and blanketing the canyon.
"A Seven-Star Thunder Tribulation! A forced Tribulation can reach such a terrifying level? Long Tianyu, your Talent is already approaching the Nine Forbidden level?! Damn it! Damn it all to hell!"
When Long Tianxiao saw this Thunder Tribulation, his expression instantly turned frighteningly grim.
The envy, jealousy, and hatred in his eyes were so thick they seemed to be solidifying.
PFFT—
Long Tianyu spat out blood again.
The blood was an even more brilliant red.
The moment the mouthful of blood was spat out, it immediately transformed into the Flame of the Thunder Tribulation, burning fiercely.
Then, this aura attracted the Descent of the Thunder Tribulation even more strongly.
