Chapter 244: Chapter 242: What a Coincidence, I’m Also at the Nascent Soul Stage (1)

The entire Cultivation World could sense the Heavenly Tribulation and the celestial phenomena appearing here.

Countless Cultivators rushed over at once, finding prime viewing spots from a safe distance. They hoped to use this opportunity to gain some enlightenment.

In the Cultivation World, when a rare, exceptionally talented Cultivator underwent a tribulation, it would be accompanied by celestial phenomena and Law Runes. Gaining insight from these could help one advance their own Cultivation.

Watching the celestial phenomena, Celeste Grant gave a sinister smile.

She leaped down from the sky, found a spot right near Jocelyn Grant, and sat down to meditate, preparing to break through. With a cold laugh, she whispered, "So, you want to break through to the Nascent Soul Stage? Then let’s do it together. May the best woman win."

As she meditated, her hands began to form seals. In that moment, nature’s spiritual energy began to pour into her body. The Spiritual Energy that had been flowing toward Jocelyn Grant paused for a split second before more than half of it did an about-face and rushed straight for Celeste Grant.

’Not enough!’

’Still not enough.’

’I’m taking all of nature’s spiritual energy here.’

Jocelyn Grant was in a mineshaft deep within the mountain; she was underground. With Celeste Grant positioned here, the converging Spiritual Energy would come to her first. Only a paltry trickle would be left to find its way to Jocelyn Grant.

’Hahahaha... Jocelyn Grant, I was born to be your nemesis.’

She felt this was destiny. Today was the perfect time for her to break through to the Nascent Soul Stage.

Celeste Grant took a deep breath. She spun her hands in a circle, brought her pressed fingers before her eyes, and began to absorb with abandon.

"Come on, my sweet little Spiritual Energy."

The instant she spoke, nature’s spiritual energy converged straight toward her. Immersed in it, her body felt as if it were soaking in a hot spring. It was utterly blissful.

Thanks to Celeste Grant’s interference, eighty percent of the area’s Spiritual Energy was now gathered around her. Meanwhile, Jocelyn Grant, deep in the mineshaft, desperately needed a massive amount of Spiritual Energy to evolve her bloodline and advance her Cultivation. Everything had been proceeding smoothly until this critical moment. Suddenly, the converging Spiritual Energy seemed to be cut off, and the amount that reached her was insultingly meager.

’What’s going on?’

’Where’s the Spiritual Energy?’

’My Spiritual Energy.’

’I need Spiritual Energy right now.’

Jocelyn Grant’s bloodline was in the process of awakening, a process that consumed an immense amount of Spiritual Energy. The sudden lack of it stalled her bloodline’s evolution, causing her qi and blood to flow in reverse.

’It hurts so much.’ Jocelyn Grant clutched her chest and spat out a mouthful of blood. "Pfft—"

"Good thing I had something up my sleeve."

She once again stabilized her mind and prepared to break through.

’Without Spiritual Energy, I’ll have to use a Forbidden Technique to draw on the Spirit Vein in this mine.’ Thinking this, her hands formed seals, and she began to directly absorb the energy from the underground Spirit Vein.

The memory of the hardships she’d endured over the past three months to get here filled Jocelyn Grant’s heart with rage.

’I must succeed.’

At this moment, Celeste Grant, who was outside, also felt it.

’Well, well, Jocelyn Grant. I didn’t expect you to have another trick up your sleeve. You’re actually drawing on the underground Spirit Vein?’

’This is the Bloodfiend Den’s territory, and the South Mountain Mines are my husband’s property. Basically, that makes them mine. So right now, Jocelyn Grant is burning through my money.’

’Damn it, that’s infuriating.’

’If she keeps absorbing like this, the Spirit Vein in the South Mountain Mines will be completely depleted. Without the Spirit Vein to nurture it, this Spiritual Ore mine will be useless.’

At this thought, she shouted.

"Darling, stop her!"

’Don’t even think about draining this Spirit Vein dry!’

The moment Celeste Grant spoke, a figure appeared by her side. It was Javier Sinclair. His Divine Sense instantly enveloped the entire South Mountain Mines as he used Magic to seal off the Spirit Vein. At the same time, Jocelyn Grant, who was still drawing on the vein, suffered a backlash from her Forbidden Technique and coughed up more blood.

Outside, at Celeste Grant’s location, Javier Sinclair withdrew his hand. He turned to her and said, "It’s done. I’ve sealed the Spirit Vein here. She can’t draw from it anymore. Focus on stabilizing your mind. The Heavenly Tribulation is about to arrive. I will act as your protector."

Celeste Grant nodded slightly.

She closed her eyes and began to prepare for the impending Heavenly Tribulation.

For two Cultivators to undergo their Heavenly Tribulation simultaneously in the same place and in such close proximity was rare. It meant the demand for Spiritual Energy would be at least doubled, if not more. One of them was bound to be affected, but the exact impact remained to be seen.

’Even the Heavenly Tribulation gathering in the sky is probably a little confused right now, huh?’

’Two people undergoing their tribulation at the same time, in the exact same spot? Is this a provocation?’

’Very well. You’ve angered me! And you’ve successfully captured my attention.’

’The Heavenly Tribulation was being forced to work a double shift tonight.’

’Forget it.’

’Striking one is the same as striking two.’

’Since I’m here anyway, I might as well get it over with. The sooner I start, the sooner I can clock out.’

Just then, Celeste Grant watched as the crimson celestial phenomena slowly dissipated. In the sky, the gathering Heavenly Tribulation split into two vortexes. One was aimed at Jocelyn Grant, the other directly at her.

Her Cultivation was skyrocketing, and once it reached a critical point, she broke through. At that instant, the meditating Celeste Grant focused her Telekinesis. Under its gentle guidance, a miniature, meditating version of herself slowly took form within her Dantian.

Celeste Grant slowly opened her eyes, overjoyed.

’I’ve broken through! But I still need to be baptized by the Heavenly Tribulation’s cleansing to truly enter the Nascent Soul Stage.’

Then she saw the lightning of the Heavenly Tribulation gathering above her swell from the thickness of a hemp rope to that of a grown man’s arm. Celeste Grant’s smile vanished.

’This is *my* Heavenly Tribulation?’ Before Celeste Grant could even wonder, the first bolt descended, striking her without mercy. One bolt after another crashed down upon her.

"CRACKLE... BOOM..."

The Heavenly Tribulation was ferocious and powerful.

Celeste Grant didn’t dare to be careless. She quickly steadied her mind and began to resist. The pain was excruciating. They say Cultivation is harder than ascending to heaven, and enduring the Heavenly Tribulation is an unavoidable part of that path for any Cultivator.

And it wasn’t just her. The Heavenly Tribulation for Jocelyn Grant was also descending, piercing straight through the earth’s surface.

’Jocelyn Grant is underground, so the power of the Heavenly Tribulation will be weakened to some extent.’ At this thought, Celeste Grant’s eyes glinted, and she shouted.

"Lord of Providence, Jocelyn Grant is cheating! She’s hiding underground to face her Heavenly Tribulation! This is evading the power of your Heavenly Thunder, a clear provocation!"

Celeste Grant knew that the Heavenly Dao of this world was a living entity. So, whether her words would have any effect or not, she decided to tattle first and ask questions later.

The moment Celeste Grant finished speaking, the Heavenly Thunder striking Jocelyn Grant paused.

She saw a red question mark appear in the sky. But it seemed she was the only one who could see it.

’A provocation?’

’Insolence.’

The next moment, the vortex over Jocelyn Grant churned violently, and the lightning of her Heavenly Tribulation instantly grew thicker. Seeing this, Celeste Grant’s eyes lit up.

’It actually worked?’

’Awesome!’

’Papa Providence, I owe you one!’