Chapter 342: Me? Three-Nine Tribulation?

Above the Ninth Imperial Prince, the fourth wave of tribulation lightning was coalescing.

On the face of the Imperial Ancestor, a smile also appeared.

He turned his head left and right, looking at a Nascent Soul cultivator beside him: "I recall the last time our family underwent the four-nine tribulation was over thirty years ago, right?"

"Yes, Ancestor!" Someone immediately replied: "It was thirty-three years ago, when Prince Yi underwent the tribulation—it was the four-nine heavenly tribulation."

"Hmm!" The Ancestor nodded: "This child is excellent—he has great potential ahead!"

No sooner had he spoken than the fourth wave of tribulation lightning struck the Ninth Imperial Prince.

Then!

The ink-black clouds in the void had not yet dissipated—they were still gathering more tribulation lightning.

"This…?" The Ancestor stared in shock at the black clouds above: "Five-nine?"

"Yes…" The Nascent Soul cultivator beside him was also stunned into silence: "It's truly five-nine… Good heavens, the last five-nine heavenly tribulation in our imperial family was… was…"

He couldn't finish.

The Imperial Ancestor picked up the thread: "The last to undergo a five-nine tribulation at the Golden Core stage was me—thirteen hundred and sixty-nine years ago!"

Think of it—five-nine tribulation alone was enough to propel him into Soul Transformation.

"Good, good, good lad!" The Ancestor laughed heartily: "This boy will never be ordinary!"

"Huh…"

The Imperial Ancestor sighed deeply: "When Old Nine returns to the palace, we must give him more responsibility—assign him a share of Liang's state affairs to train him; also, assign one Nascent Soul cultivator as his guardian."

"No… assign him two!"

"Yes!" The Nascent Soul Elder was also overjoyed.

After all, the imperial family now had a worthy successor.

In stark contrast was the expression on the Thirteenth Imperial Prince's face.

He no longer needed to hide it—his face had turned pitch black.

Five-nine tribulation!

Five-nine tribulation!

Such a tribulation was something the Thirteenth Imperial Prince had never dared to dream of.

But what shocked the Thirteenth Imperial Prince even more was that after the Ninth Prince's five-nine tribulation, the sixth wave of tribulation was already forming again.

"Fuck… impossible… why is this happening?" The Thirteenth Imperial Prince felt like vomiting: "Damn it!"

On the other side!

The Imperial Ancestor leapt to his feet in excitement.

His eyes blazed as he watched the Ninth Prince endure the sixth wave of heavenly tribulation.

It ended.

Only six-nine tribulation!

After the six-nine tribulation ended, the dark clouds scattered, and the sky regained its brightness.

"Don't assign him any guardian…" The Ancestor looked at the Ninth Prince descending from the platform: "From today on, I shall personally guard his path!"

"Huh…"

He took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on He Pingsheng: "Tell me—could Old Nine's six-nine tribulation be because he truly is a man of great fortune, and because he was near a man of great fortune, his own destiny changed?"

"This…" The Nascent Soul cultivator shook his head: "Hard to say, but I believe it's the ancestral fortune of our imperial house, the protection of our forebears!"

"Hehehe…" The Imperial Ancestor laughed.

Forebears?

He didn't believe it.

If the forebears truly protected him, why didn't the six-nine tribulation appear earlier or later—why only now?

"Have Old Nine come forward, and let Old Thirteen undergo tribulation—hahaha…"

The Ninth Imperial Prince first thanked He Pingsheng, then walked toward the Ancestor.

The Thirteenth Imperial Prince ascended the platform.

He swallowed a Supreme Chaoyuan Elixir in one gulp.

His Chaoyuan Elixir was different—it was a supreme-grade one.

Normally, the imperial family could easily obtain a supreme-grade Chaoyuan Elixir, but the Ninth Prince had been suppressed within the palace, so he could only get a high-grade one.

If not for He Pingsheng's help, he would have faced far greater difficulties today.

"Boom… boom… boom…"

Soon, the Thirteenth Imperial Prince summoned his tribulation lightning.

One wave!

Two waves!

Three waves!

Then…

That was it.

Three-nine tribulation.

To others, this was perfectly normal—after all, over ninety percent of cultivators in the cultivation world undergo three-nine tribulation.

The number of tribulation waves has nothing to do with talent or aptitude—it depends solely on fortune.

Thus, this indirectly showed the Thirteenth Imperial Prince's fortune was mediocre.

Everyone else could accept it—but he himself could not.

I, the Thirteenth Imperial Prince, born of such noble blood, am only granted three-nine tribulation?

Me?

Three-nine tribulation?

"Come down!" Elder Futo walked onto the platform himself and pulled the Thirteenth Imperial Prince: "The next young master still needs to undergo tribulation… Thirteenth Prince, don't brood over this—everything in this world is fair!"

"In the end, all karmic debts will be repaid!"

"Either now or later, either in your generation or your descendants'—no one can escape!"

"Come on!"

He dragged the dazed Thirteenth Imperial Prince down from the platform.

At this moment, He Pingsheng slowly walked onto the platform.

The instant he landed on the platform, the entire scene erupted.

"Is this the Great Fortunebearer from Qi?"

"That's the guy—I saw him with my own eyes take the supreme-grade Sāluó Sacred Fruit!"

"That's right—he also entered within three zhang of the ice pillar and collected a good deal of ten-thousand-year ice marrow!"

"Not just that—he supposedly entered the Fire Dragon and retrieved the Phoenix Egg from within, though the imperial family later took it away!"

"Incredible!"

"They say that back in Da Qi, he entered the Divine General Mountain's secret realm and stole their ancestral treasure!"

"This guy is no ordinary man!"

"Duh, his wife underwent eight-nine tribulation!"

"I reckon he'll at least get nine-nine tribulation!"

"Fuck, are you cursing him to death?"

"Gentlemen, gentlemen… in my view, at least seven-nine tribulation!"

"Forget the rest—just look at the Ninth Prince's six-nine tribulation—it was almost certainly thanks to him!"

At this moment, countless eyes fixed on He Pingsheng.

Yet He Pingsheng sat cross-legged on the platform, utterly calm.

His only thought: Please, don't give me nine-nine tribulation.

Why?

Because legend says nine-nine tribulation is a heavenly punishment—a death sentence.

Either one has defied heaven too greatly, or committed unforgivable sins.

Otherwise, why would heaven grant you nine-nine tribulation?

Certain death!

I don't want to die.

Any tribulation will do—anything but that.

In his thoughts, he opened his mouth and swallowed a supreme-grade Chaoyuan Elixir.

Boom… boom… boom…

In an instant, wind rose and clouds surged.

Boom… boom… boom…

Boom… boom… boom…

Visible to the naked eye, the black clouds He Pingsheng summoned were a full circle larger than those of the Thirteenth and Ninth Princes.

"Fuck…"

"I told you—he's a Great Fortunebearer, no doubt!"

"Damn!"

Everyone drew a deep breath.

Her calm eyes shrank sharply.

For only she knew that although He Pingsheng's heavenly tribulation had not yet descended, the black clouds he had summoned were larger in area than those summoned by Qiao Huizhu back in Hongshi City.

Could it truly be the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation?