Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 137 - 136: The First Disciple Successfully Attains Nascent Soul

RUMBLE—

The trembling thunder shattered the beautiful moment of the master and disciple's reunion.

After the clap of thunder, Pei Yuhang suddenly felt something cold on his forehead. He looked up to see a continuous curtain of large raindrops falling.

"Yueqiu, I can't help you with the coming Celestial Tribulation. You must pass it successfully."

Qing Yueqiu nodded seriously. But just as she tried to get up from her master's embrace, her pretty face flushed crimson.

"Master… my bottom hurts a little… I can't stand up."

The girl spoke the shameful words without daring to look up at the man's face.

Pei Yuhang was also a little embarrassed. It seemed he had been too forceful when punishing his disciple. This wouldn't do; it would definitely affect Yueqiu's condition for facing her Celestial Tribulation.

"Yueqiu, I'll use my Pure Yang Power to help heal you. Endure it for a moment."

"Mm…"

Qing Yueqiu had just responded with a sound as soft as a mosquito's hum when she felt a warmth press against the numb, aching, and sensitive area. As the large hand kneaded gently, a gushing stream of life-giving Pure Yang Power flowed through her pores, healing the injuries left by the ruler.

The girl had never experienced such a strange sensation. 'He's the first person to ever touch me there…' The thought made her heart pound, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Unfortunately, this wonderful feeling didn't last long. Pei Yuhang soon withdrew his hand, and Qing Yueqiu felt a sense of emptiness behind her, an unwilling reluctance to let it end.

'In that moment, I almost wished Master had used the ruler to injure me more severely. That way… this strange, intimate healing session could have lasted longer.'

"Yueqiu, I have to go now. You must come back safely… I'm waiting to take you home."

Pei Yuhang's voice pulled Qing Yueqiu back from her thoughts. The girl nodded and replied earnestly, "Master, if it's just a Celestial Tribulation of this level… I will definitely cleave it apart with my sword!"

'I won't let what happened to the master's wife happen to me.'

Qing Yueqiu stood with her sword in hand, looking up at the thunderclouds on the horizon, which grew ever more powerful and imposing.

At that moment, Pei Yuhang teleported away. The first bolt of heavenly lightning was about to strike. If he remained by Yueqiu's side, the magnitude of the Celestial Tribulation would increase exponentially, putting both master and disciple in mortal danger.

As she felt her master's presence fade into the distance, Qing Yueqiu raised her crystal-clear Glazed Sword. Like the Chang'e Fairy flying to the moon, her silver hair and white dress swayed as she flew toward the eye of the storm above—a gaping maw of a monster overflowing with lightning.

"Master is still waiting for me to come home…"

"So, no matter how many trials this Celestial Tribulation has in store, bring them on!"

Perhaps the silver-haired girl's arrogant words provoked the Thunder Tribulation.

In that instant, lightning erupted from the eye of the storm. The bolt, like a sky-propping sword, stabbed downward with world-cleaving force.

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"Master, you're back! Where's Senior Sister?"

Aboard the Spiritual Ship outside Tree Sea Dragon Island, Pei Yuhang found Yu Xiaoyan in the bedroom, trussed up and tied to the bed.

It seemed his eldest disciple, not wanting her junior with weaker Cultivation to follow her into battle, had simply imprisoned Yu Xiaoyan here…

Pei Yuhang cut the ropes binding Yu Xiaoyan and helped her up.

"Your senior sister is currently undergoing her Thunder Tribulation."

"Thunder Tribulation? You're saying the storm raging outside the Spiritual Ship is all because of Senior Sister's tribulation?"

The girl looked out the window at the howling wind and torrential rain, covering her mouth in astonishment. The scale of this natural phenomenon was countless times greater than what she had experienced during her own Golden Core Thunder Tribulation.

Suddenly, a flash of blue-white light illuminated the pitch-black sky outside, turning it to day. After the light faded, a low, terrifying roar of thunder shook the heavens and the earth.

Pei Yuhang knew the first bolt of heavenly lightning had struck.

He couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for his first disciple.

As if noticing her master's tension, Yu Xiaoyan tugged on the corner of his sleeve and said reassuringly:

"Don't worry, Master. Senior Sister is so headstrong, she'll definitely come back safe and sound."

"Mm… I believe in her. After all, she is the top disciple of I, the Cold Sun Sword Immortal, and the champion of the Xuanyuan Dao Sect's Grand Tournament!"

Pei Yuhang walked onto the wind- and rain-battered deck of the Spiritual Ship. He gazed into the distance, toward the sky above Tree Sea Dragon Island, where dense lightning converged into an apocalyptic waterfall of thunder, pouring down from above.

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"Break!"

The girl swung her sword. The Moonlight Divine Light on its blade was brighter and faster than the lightning itself, cleaving the bolt in two before it could even fall.

As Qing Yueqiu shattered the final bolt of heavenly lightning with an unrivaled sword strike, the black clouds filling the sky boomed and dissipated.

The black clouds receded, and a thousand rays of sunlight pierced through the remaining wisps, illuminating the sea of trees below and the beautiful silver-haired figure standing in the sky.

Having reached the Nascent Soul Cultivation realm, Qing Yueqiu turned to look at the white-robed figure hurrying toward her, a smile on her face.

Her expression seemed to say: 'See, Master? I told you. A Thunder Tribulation of this level is nothing to me.'

'But… why is my body suddenly so tired?'

'Damn it, I wanted to look like I passed the tribulation effortlessly in front of Master…'

Qing Yueqiu wearily closed her ruby-like eyes and, like a helpless white butterfly with a broken wing, drifted down from the clouds.

The Luminous Shadow Sword, which had been guarding the girl, tried to support its exhausted master, but another figure reached her side even faster.

Pei Yuhang looked at the unconscious Qing Yueqiu in his arms, carefully wiping the sweat from her face and smoothing the stray silver strands on her forehead.

"Congratulations on achieving the Nascent Soul realm, Yueqiu."

Pei Yuhang descended slowly from the sky, holding his first disciple. Although his speed would have allowed him to reach the ground in an instant, his movements were still cautious, as if he were afraid that going too fast might disturb the girl in his arms.

After returning to the ground, Pei Yuhang first settled Yueqiu in a bedroom on the Spiritual Ship. Then he walked out, looking at the giant trees around him with some confusion.

"Strange… Where did that girl Xiaoxiao run off to?"

Pei Yuhang was just about to extend his Divine Sense to search for Yu Xiaoyan.

BUZZ—

A warning sense he had left on the Dragon Corpse was triggered. Pei Yuhang's eyes sharpened, and he drew his sword, flying off in an instant.

His group was not in good condition right now. If the Dragon Corpse broke its seal and revived again, it would be a real disaster.

But when Pei Yuhang arrived at the Dragon Corpse's location and saw the person trapped by the array, his expression turned strange.

"Xiaoxiao? What are you doing in such a dangerous place!"

Yu Xiaoyan looked awkwardly at her master, who had rushed over. "I'm sorry, Master," she said apologetically. "I was too excited, so I forgot to tell you…"

"What's going on?"

"That sword… I can feel it. It seems to be calling to me. This must be the fateful opportunity you mentioned, Master."

Pei Yuhang followed Yu Xiaoyan's finger and saw a Broken Sword plunged into the Dragon's head.