Chapter 287: Lu Xingzhou's Soaring Cloud Tribulation

This description easily made Lu Xingzhou recall the mystery of Pei Chuyun's background, especially with the phrase "may gain benefit from the husband's family," which made that feeling even more pronounced.

Mother seizes, daughter abandons... If Pei Chuyun's mother did not die back then but only faked it, what if her mother was the Profound Goddess herself?

Would some details of the background mystery at that time make more sense then?

Of course, this is not necessarily any concrete evidence. People in the Heavenly Yao Holy Land also believed the Profound Goddess might not have the courage to choose this path anymore, so the probability was indeed not very high. But even if Pei Chuyun was not the second type, could she possibly be the first type?

Since outsiders in the Heavenly Yao Holy Land have recorded the Profound Goddess's character, does the Cha Nu Hehuan Sect know about it themselves? If Pei Chuyun knew but didn't take it seriously, she must have had other reasons to judge herself unrelated to this, which would be fine.

But what if she doesn't know?

Little Cat Pei, although smart, lacks experience entirely; if the sect deliberately concealed things internally, I'm afraid she really might not understand many matters.

Lu Xingzhou's mind was unsettled, and he no longer had the mood to continue searching through the documents. He soon stood up tall, found the steward, and said, "I wish to send a letter to the Pei Manor in the Capital. Can you help ensure it arrives quickly?"

The steward was very polite: "No problem. The Sect Master instructed us to cooperate with Young Master. This small matter will naturally be handled properly."

Lu Xingzhou quickly wrote the letter, sealed it, and instructed the steward: "It must be personally delivered into the hands of Young Lady Pei Chuyun. No one else may receive it, not even Pei Xiang or the Heir."

The steward accepted the order and left.

Lu Xingzhou sat there for a moment, his mind still unsettled. Regarding this matter, besides reminding her, he could do nothing else. He hoped that upon receiving the reminder, Pei Chuyun would become alert; with her abilities, as long as she was prepared, it would not be so easy to be possessed.

Distracted by this matter, he turned his gaze back to the pile of documents stacked as high as a mountain, which even little A Nuo's small body could not block from view... Lu Xingzhou felt a sudden shortness of breath, felt a bit too lazy to search, and simply took out "Flaming Prison Remnant Sun" to read.

The ancients' naming of starting points was still very poetic; changing "Misty Rain Remnant Sun" to "Flaming Prison" completely reversed the flavor, highlighting much more of a fierce and deadly intent. Yet the root still seemed to possess the pictorial beauty of "Misty Rain Slanting Sun," resulting in a very graceful posture, where terrible destruction erupted amidst elegance and fluidity.

It fit Lu Xingzhou's aesthetic perfectly; the more he looked, the more he liked it.

This technique completely filled the gap in Lu Xingzhou's flame combat methods, breaking free from the previous template that relied entirely on the passive flame attachment of his Fire Bone, and blended the Destructive Golden Fire to form a fierce explosion with extremely powerful effects. It utilized his own characteristics, not relying on the so-called "external circulation of Heaven and Earth's spiritual energy," making its nature very similar to a Wu Xiu.

Demon Warrior?

Relatively close.

Relying solely on the few core techniques inherent to the Yin Yang Ultimate Intent Art clearly meant too few ultimate moves and too few skills usable in daily combat. Although "Flaming Prison Remnant Sun" was too fierce and its grade did not reach that of the Yin Yang Ultimate Intent, it was an excellent supplement for daily battles.

As Lu Xingzhou read, he unknowingly entered internal vision cultivation.

Places like libraries and scripture towers have always been among the locations with the most concentrated spiritual energy within a sect, because throughout history, many people have achieved sudden enlightenment and breakthroughs while reading and practicing there. Sects must account for this and provide the best locations for spiritual energy.

To the miscellaneous disciples observing from the side, Lu Xingzhou falling into internal vision cultivation while reading seemed too normal, yet they also felt some envy.

This was clearly a manifestation of exceptional talent; not everyone can achieve enlightenment just by reading. Many people are fed by their masters with food chewed into pieces, yet still look completely bewildered.

"Who exactly is this person, with such talent?"

"I don't know. Anyway, he was brought personally by the Sect Master, but no one said who he is."

"I heard they say he is the junior sister's disciple."

"Junior sister? Which one? Does the Sect Master have a junior sister?"

"There is a forbidden name that is not allowed to be mentioned. It is said such a person existed. My grand-uncle vaguely mentioned... it seems she failed in a struggle for the position with the Sect Master back then and later established her own sect?"

"The Sect Master is truly righteous. Failing in a struggle for the position and establishing one's own sect—what is the difference from a traitor? Yet the Sect Master still guides her disciple."

"That is ultimately a grudge from the previous generation, unrelated to the next generation. I think this person has exceptional talent; perhaps one day he will return to the sect."

"Exceptional talent? That is not necessarily so. Many people enter meditation while reading; judging solely on this point is too..."

Before the words finished, the speaker's voice got stuck in his throat.

Everyone looked in Lu Xingzhou's direction in shock, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

A Nuo blinked her eyes, watching her master's qi grow robustly, surging and turbulent, as if a threshold "Crack!" was torn open. The Yin and Yang qi spiraled upward, rushing straight to the crown of the head, breaking open the Bright Hall.

The Spiritual Platform opened wide, connecting Heaven and Earth.

It seemed as if a formless small figure leaped between the eyebrows, and as if Tai Chi Dan qi rotated within the abdomen.

Using the body as a furnace, using qi to form a pill.

A landmark node of the Inner Pill Great Dao, the so-called Soaring Cloud Realm of ancient times, where life knots with the universe and nature awakens the Yin Spirit.

"Boom!"

The originally clear and bright high sky suddenly floated up black clouds, as if thunder and lightning were condensing above.

"A minor heavenly tribulation, third grade!" The person who had just said "exceptional talent is not necessarily so" completely lost his voice, staring at the sky like a wooden chicken.

If there are many people who enter meditation just by reading, then find me someone who suddenly breaks through the Soaring Cloud threshold just by reading!

That is not an ordinary small hurdle; it is the Soaring Cloud threshold that determines whether cultivation has entered the hall and room, a threshold where the Heavenly Dao itself lowers a tribulation to test! In a broader sense, if one can fly and maintain an ageless appearance, one can be considered an immortal... This threshold is the general divide between immortals and mortals, extremely typical.

"No..." Finally, someone reacted: "He is undergoing a Tribulation Crossing! What about the Scripture Tower? Where is Steward Wang, where did he go..."

"He seemed to have gone to deliver a letter just now."