Chapter 15: A Ten-Thousand-Year Bell Spirit Root?

In the slightly desolate, dilapidated temple.

Yu Ruowei suddenly clutched her chest tightly with both hands; the sensation of even the warm blood flowing through her limbs and bones being drained away was a tormenting agony.

Large beads of cold sweat dripped from her forehead, as if she were dying.

"Cough, cough, cough... Qin Yuan..."

When a person is in the greatest pain, they subconsciously seek the protection of those closest to them.

Qin Yuan's gaze darkened.

Several days had passed since he brought Yu Ruowei back; he had managed to recover his own injuries by seven or eight parts, but he felt puzzled in his heart.

According to past experience, the wounds on his body would never have dragged on for this long, not even healing; he truly did not know why...

Upon hearing Yu Ruowei's broken cries for help, impatience flashed rapidly through Qin Yuan's eyes.

But thinking of what he had to do, he walked to Yu Ruowei with forced gentleness and spoke to soothe her: "Don't be afraid, Weiwei, I am right here. Once I finish nourishing the Immortal Bone in your body, you won't be in pain anymore."

Yu Ruowei nodded trustingly; although she could not see Qin Yuan's face, she still tried hard to reveal a smile.

In the pill room where she could not see, the moment Qin Yuan returned, Yi Yaoyue appeared impatiently and urged: "Is it not ready yet? I can't wait any longer!"

Qin Yuan nodded, extremely serious.

"It is almost ready, Master, do not be anxious. Tonight, I will extract her Immortal Bone to reshape your physical body!"

"That's more like it."

Yi Yaoyue hummed, having no intention of lowering her voice at all.

Yu Ruowei was already a useless person, even worse than an ordinary person; if she wanted to hear, she would need to have the capability to do so.

Night fell.

Through the broken roof, a sliver of moonlight spilled down; Yu Ruowei felt the chill on her body, and her heart pained once more.

Today, it seemed to be the Mid-Autumn Festival...

According to her usual habits, she should be at the Lu Family now, accompanied by the Family Head and her older brothers and sisters, eating mooncakes handmade by Lu Daoshuang and drinking the osmanthus wine brewed by Lu Ren last year.

Instead of being in a dilapidated temple, in a state of disarray, covered in filth.

The more she thought, the more she hated.

Yu Ruowei barely suppressed the resentment in her heart and said to herself: Soon, her Immortal Bone would regain its vitality.

At that time, everyone would kneel at her feet!

Qin Yuan walked in, and Yu Ruowei, hearing the footsteps, said impatiently: "Qin Yuan, is it time to start?"

"It is time to start, yes." Qin Yuan smiled gently and softly, his tone as bewitching as a siren's, "When you wake up, you will be a new you."

Yu Ruowei fell into a daze and drifted into a slumber, sleeping peacefully, naturally failing to hear the words Qin Yuan left unfinished.

"... Master."

Yi Yaoyue floated out, a smile on her lips, "Good disciple, Master's rebirth is left to you."

So painful, so blinding...

Is it dawn...

My back hurts so much; did Qin Yuan succeed or fail? When Yu Ruowei woke up again, she was in such pain she was almost driven mad, dying, her consciousness barely clear; though her eyes could not see, she could hear a man and a woman talking not far from her.

Their conversation drifted into Yu Ruowei's ears along with the wind.

"Congratulations to Master on reshaping your physical body; with the Immortal Bone, Master will certainly be able to go much further."

Yu Ruowei was already bewildered.

Immortal Bone?

What Immortal Bone? Who is this woman? Isn't the Immortal Bone hers? A huge, terrifying conjecture surfaced in Yu Ruowei's heart.

Ignoring the pain in her body, she braced herself firmly, facing the direction of Qin Yuan and Yi Yaoyue with a ferocity that was almost cannibalistic.

As soon as she spoke, a mouthful of bloody foam came out.

"Qin! Yuan! Where is my, my Immortal Bone?"

Seeing Yu Ruowei wake up, Qin Yuan walked over helplessly and squatted down.

His voice was very light, yet exceptionally ruthless.

"Ruowei, if heaven allowed it, I would also want to be with you, but unfortunately, the heavens are blind."

"Lu Ren killed my Master, and her rebirth requires the Immortal Bone in your body. This is what your Lu Family owes my Master; now, we are even." "If you want to blame someone, blame Lu Ren."

"No," Yi Yaoyue suddenly interjected, smiling brightly, "If you want to blame someone, blame yourself."

"The good daughter raised by Lu Ren turns out to be an ungrateful wretch."

"If you had listened to Lu Ren a bit more back then, it wouldn't have come to this. It's a pity, little girl; the medicinal scent on you back then was indeed targeted at the Immortal Bone, but your Immortal Bone was not upright and had already become a Ferocious Bone; that medicine was meant to save you."

"Hehe~"

She covered her lips and laughed daintily.

"How pitiful. Qin Yuan, let's go."

"Yes, Master."

The two figures moved further and further away; it took only an instant for Yu Ruowei to go from disbelief to extreme agony.

She screamed frantically: "Come back!! You come back and explain clearly! What Immortal Bone, what Ferocious Bone, you are lying to me, aren't you!"

"Lying to me, hahahahaha, it's all a lie!!"

Her blood and tears flowed together; she was in such pain she vomited blood and fainted, only to wake up again in extreme agony, her eyes hollow and chaotic.

In her daze, Yu Ruowei endured the pain in her back and threw herself hard off the platform, with only one thought remaining in her heart.

So painful.

So painful.

Go home.

She wants to go home.

Father... Brother... save her...

She was wrong.

She truly knows she was wrong...

A long trail of blood dragged from inside the ruined temple to the outside, with only one figure struggling to stagger forward in one direction on the ground.

Wanren City.

Back mountain.

Lu Ren looked up at the firmament, vaguely able to see people flying on swords bypassing Wanren City.

But closer by, rolling dark clouds rumbled, the churning thunder layers brewing with an earth-shattering momentum.

This was his long-overdue Thunder Tribulation.

That day, a group of Saint Realm powerhouses attacked the Lu Family, Lu Ren broke through to the Supreme Saint, emerged from seclusion, killed some of those powerhouses and sold the rest, and after handling the aftermath, the Thunder Tribulation he had been suppressing tightly with the Time Law finally arrived.

Only after passing the Thunder Tribulation can one welcome the Heavenly Dao Blessing.

Lu Ren had neither.

He exhaled a breath; the thunderclouds above his head brewed with momentum, waiting only for the moment to ripen before crashing down upon his head.

At Lu Ren's temples, there were already wisps of white hair.

Using the Time Law was certainly not without cost, but as one who truly mastered the Time Law, the backlash acting upon him was far smaller.

Lu Ren sat cross-legged, unhurried, exchanged a millstone-sized Ten Thousand Year Bell Spirit Root from the System Mall, broke off a piece and stuffed it directly into his mouth, then looked up at the rolling Thunder Tribulation.

The faint disapproval in his gaze seemed to provoke the Thunder Tribulation.

Boom! The Thunder Tribulation had arrived!

There were many onlookers: Lu Family members, and spies from various major sects who knew that Wanren City was Lu Ren's life-bound artifact.

Every one of them was anxious about the Thunder Tribulation.

If Lu Ren could die here, the major sects would be overjoyed beyond measure! However...

An old man with graying hair, almost as if convulsing, his hands and feet uncontrollable, watched the Ten Thousand Year Bell Spirit Root in front of Lu Ren with eyes splitting from rage.

He was so anxious his eyes turned blood-red, trembling uncontrollably.

"Millstone-sized, this, this is a Ten Thousand Year Bell Spirit Root?"

(End of chapter)