Chapter 89: Let

On Leize Guangchang, Yang Hao and the others wore calm expressions, showing no panic at all.

"Hmph, these sect lackeys are utterly shameless, actually choosing this moment to sneak‑attack Senior Brother Lin. Once I break through to the Venerable Realm, the first thing I'll do is take care of all of them!" Yang Hao said indignantly.

"Heh, do they really think this will work? The spirits controlling the tribulation are now on our side; this time Senior Brother Lin's Venerable Tribulation is like having a cheat, yet they still dare to charge into the tribulation, provoke the thunder punishment—pure fantasy." Qi Tai and the others wore looks of disdain, as if watching a farce, keenly observing everything happening in the tribulation.

After all, even the spirits of the forbidden tribulation ought to give a little face to our junior uncle, yet they still try to block Senior Brother Lin Wu Ren's breakthrough with these crooked methods; in Yang Hao's group's eyes, this is clearly courting death.

Just then, Yang Hao gave a light cough and said, "Cough, junior uncle, I've recently felt my bottleneck loosening a bit, and with Senior Brother Lin's breakthrough stirring the tribulation, it's been agitating the spiritual energy in my dantian—I expect to break through in the next two days… junior uncle, I'll need your help then."

"Besides, it's embarrassing to keep bothering others with a breakthrough."

"We definitely have to take it step by step."

"As the sect master of the Profound Yang Sect, I naturally must lead by example, breaking through to the Venerable Realm first to set a good example for my fellow disciples."

Watching Lin Wu Ren dominate the tribulation, invincible and slaughtering in all directions, Yang Hao's passion also began to boil.

In the past, they and a few fellow brothers roamed the Canglan Yu, beating their contemporaries' geniuses into disarray. Even in secret realms, facing combined encirclements by all sects, they could break out of the siege, just like Lin Wu Ren now—no one could stop them.

Now, seeing Lin Wu Ren about to be the first to step into the Venerable Realm, even Sect Master Yang Hao could not restrain his inner urge.

Wu Lao and the others hearing Yang Hao's words couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their mouths. This sect master is really shameless.

They inwardly grumbled, earlier fighting over disciples was bad enough, but now they even want to leap ahead in breakthrough—utterly excessive.

"I had my eye on the junior uncle since my outer‑disciple days. Besides, this certainly carries risk; even though the Niepan Jie Ling can control the Venerable Tribulation, what if something goes wrong?"

"If the sect master falls during his breakthrough, what then? No one can gauge the safety factor; it's safer for me to go first." Wu Lao hurriedly spoke up to state his position.

As the ancestor previously said, they have been cursed; relying on their own strength, who knows when they'll break through—they might just waste away at this bottleneck.

They have been stuck in this realm for three or four thousand years; now that they finally have a chance to break through, their hearts are naturally excited beyond restraint.

Upon hearing Wu Lao's words, Yang Hao's mouth twitched again—this old coot, is he cursing himself to die?

At this moment, Yangtian Old Ancestor waved his hand, feeling helpless toward these worrisome grand‑disciples, and directly scolded: "What nonsense are you spouting? Let me and Qin Yu go first to negotiate with that Nirvana Tribulation Spirit."

"Now, you go guard the four sides of the mountain gate, lest the Myriad Sea Sect take advantage of this breakthrough opportunity to pull some trick."

"Also, keep constant watch on the tribulation's movements; if they really break through, Lin Wu Ren might meet with mishap."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions tightened at once. After all, with several Venerable Tribulations combined, can the Niepan Jie Ling really keep them under control? This is indeed a worrying issue.

Thus, everyone hurriedly left Leize Guangchang, taking many elders to garrison the void outside the mountain gate, to prevent other sects from sneaking in. After all, those few sects have always eyed the Profound Yang Sect covetously, waiting for a chance to destroy it.

After everyone had left, Yangtian Old Ancestor gave a light cough and, a bit embarrassed, said to Qin Yu: "Um… disciple, if one day the master asks for your help, you won't refuse, will you?"

"Rest assured, this time I emerge from seclusion I'll give you the heaven‑rank spirit elixir."

"I'll also pass on the core cultivation techniques and martial arts to help you grow swiftly."

Yangtian Old Ancestor's own cultivation has also reached a bottleneck, his lifespan nearing its end; he must find a chance to break through. But with several grand‑disciples present just now, he really felt awkward bringing it up.

I haven't even taught Qin Yu anything yet, and already I'm asking for a promise—speaking of it I'd be laughed at; what kind of master is that?

Moreover, he also hopes Qin Yu will grow quickly, for Qin Yu is now the pivotal figure of the entire Profound Yang Sect, more important than this ancestor; the sect's hope of breaking through to the Venerable Realm rests entirely on Qin Yu.

Qin Yu listened, nodded directly, and said: "Master, rest assured; as long as we can persuade the Niepan Jie Ling, there will be no problem."

He too was laughing and crying at the same time, never expecting the master to suddenly pull this stunt.

Just as the two were talking, a few more booms came from the firmament above.

"Boom—"

The terrifying shockwave spread outward like a surging tide.

Lin Wu Ren then succeeded in killing two more, his aura reaching its peak, his former invincible Dao heart returning once more.

Although he had not yet truly entered the Venerable Realm, slaying grand masters was as easy as butchering dogs for him; this exhilarating feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

These years, he had been exceedingly cautious, daring not to act rashly, lest he provoke the tribulation's descent.

True Person Cheng at this moment had his right arm broken, his body covered in blood, his breath disordered, panting as he said: "Heh… I never imagined this was a trap."

"Lin Wu Ren, you still love using these schemes and tricks to plot against us, just as always."

"You and that thunder punishment surely have some shady dealings, right?"

"In this quarter‑hour, while you fought us, the thunder punishment never fell, never even grew angry, nor did it draw heavenly power to aid…"

Before he could finish, a thick, winding bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the firmament, as if to tear the void apart, terrifying to the extreme.

That bolt of lightning struck True Person Cheng directly, brilliant light bursting forth instantly, blinding as the sun.

The Niepan Jie Ling, which had been undecided about how to help, flew into a rage upon hearing True Person Cheng's words.

"I really do have a secret with him, because I need to curry favor with that Heaven's Chosen One down below!"

"But… you actually dare to say that? That's just asking for death!"

After all, I've secretly favored Lin Wu Ren, even controlling the tribulation; if the Thunder Dao found out, it would surely cost me my life.

So the Niepan Jie Ling panicked instantly and decided to kill to silence them.

Besides, I haven't even acted yet, nor decided whether to grant Lin Wu Ren primal power or simply blast these people—they're practically begging for death themselves.

At this point, only a white‑haired old man remained in the field, his aura feeble; seeing this, he froze.

"Huh… are we undergoing the tribulation, or is Lin Wu Ren the one undergoing it?"

He felt dazed, completely unable to grasp the situation.

How is this Venerable Tribulation different from what I imagined? It's not fierce at all.

You know, they came here with a resolve to die, on the condition that they'd drag Lin Wu Ren down with them.

But now, what is this? Just coming to give up their lives?

On the old man's wrinkled face, a ferocious expression surfaced.

He bellowed in a hoarse voice, echoing all around: "Lin Wu Ren, I don't know what trick you've pulled… but today you will surely die here!"

"Come be buried with us, hahaha!"

The white‑haired old man laughed maniacally, directly released his seal, spiritual energy surged past his bottleneck, and he began the tribulation right then.

In the distance, rumbling thunderclouds swiftly gathered toward this place, merging with the original tribulation.