As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 364 Success in One Day

You can try to avoid it, but you're not expected to take it all on your own.

A familiar voice came, and Long Lian, who was almost giving up and caught in the revolving lantern, shuddered.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the withered and flourishing sword before him.

The sword was surrounded by emerald green light, shimmering and dazzling, full of vitality. It had finally shed its damaged and dull appearance and was beginning to resemble a top-tier magic weapon.

The petals bloomed, radiating a warm magical power that continuously nourished her Azure Dragon body, which had been destroyed by heavenly thunder and gale, giving her a breath of fresh air at the most critical moment.

Long Lian has always been grateful to Ming Chen.

Because of Mingchen, she met her teacher and the old tree, and even had the honor of becoming the old tree's disciple.

Although she only stayed under the old tree for less than a year, it seemed insignificant compared to her more than two thousand years of arduous cultivation.

However, this short period of time was a transformation that had a profound impact on her.

She was an untrained, self-taught individual with no connections, but after meeting the old tree, he pointed out her path and taught her countless wisdoms.

This is far more valuable than any principle she has painstakingly pondered over the past thousand years.

Having accumulated over a thousand years, and possessing a solid foundation, she was endowed with abundant magical power and a strong base.

However, she lacked the connections and couldn't grasp the key points.

Even a monkey as intelligent as the Great Sage, born of heaven and earth and absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, still needed guidance from his ancestor.

Long Lian was the same.

The old tree provided her with this crucial guidance.

Long Lian also deeply respected and appreciated the old tree.

If he hadn't encountered the old tree, let alone now facing the tribulation and transforming into a dragon, even figuring out how to transform would have required countless years of accumulation.

Old Tree didn't just accept Long Lian as his disciple out of respect for Ming Chen, giving her only this title.

The old tree was truly responsible for her, bestowing upon her magical treasures, wisdom, and spells, and guaranteeing after-sales service.

Now that Long Lian has suffered a great calamity, the old tree, though thousands of miles away, seems to still be watching over her.

"Master!"

Long Lian suddenly raised her head and let out a soft cry.

The Withered Glory Sword moved without wind, standing above her head, constantly enlarging, seemingly forming a barrier that blocked the heavenly thunder and gale that could have taken her life, giving her a crucial breath.

“My disciple, cultivation is the cultivation of the mind.”

"Even if the road ahead is fraught with difficulties, one should remain clear-minded and steadfast. If one does not even believe in oneself, one will ultimately find it difficult to achieve the Great Dao."

Thunder roared in the sky, but the gentle voice of the old tree slowly reached my ears.

Long Lian shuddered.

Just as she was beginning to feel a little discouraged, the thunder from the dome grew even more violent and rapid, leaving her barely alive.

Amidst the thunder and lightning, she respectfully addressed the Withered Glory Sword, saying, "Master's teachings are correct; your disciple has learned from them."

“Disciple, you need to be forged by the thunder of heaven and sculpted by the wind of darkness, temper your spirit and will, wash away the filth and dross of a thousand years, and transform into a true dragon, no longer subject to restraint.”

"However, honing and refining is not about enduring hardship; it requires flexibility and wisdom to make everything work for us."

"Steel needs to be forged in a fierce fire to become useful, but if meteorite iron is simply placed in a raging fire, it will not become useful."

"Do you understand it?"

Long Lian only needs to temper himself with the help of wind and thunder, not to let the wind and thunder kill him.

The old tree saved Long Lian at the most critical moment, and at such an important time, it passed on the most important knowledge, which she will always remember.

Wisdom is more important than strength.

It is always the most important wealth in living in this world.

"Your disciple will remember this!"

“My disciple, cultivation and tribulation are both processes of self-cultivation. Your master will no longer assist you.”

"Think carefully about everything you've learned..."

"Think more, understand more, reflect more."

"Don't rush, don't be afraid, don't panic."

The old tree's voice was not hurried; it was like a gentle and kind old man whispering in your ear.

Outside the protective aura of that magical artifact, however, was a scene of apocalyptic devastation, with dark clouds, lightning, thunder, and howling winds.

The old tree didn't seem to have any intention of using its great powers to help its disciple survive this calamity.

Just to say a few words, the last sentence faded into the distance.

The Withered Glory Sword seemed to have also dimmed its brilliance, no longer blocking the lightning from the dome, and landed in front of Long Lian.

It was simply nourishing her body.

Time was short and urgent.

However, this was enough for Long Lian to catch her breath and seriously consider the current situation.

The lightning from the dome struck her body immediately afterward, and her eyes flashed.

The azure dragon, which was over a hundred feet long, shrank instantly and turned into the shape of a small snake.

With a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

Her master taught her not to try to tough it out on everything.

She needs to hide away and heal herself.

In the southwest of the heavily bombarded space, a small snake emerged from the earth.

"Boom boom boom!"

Its size did not seem to be able to stop the thunder's attack.

The dense bolts of lightning seemed to have an automatic navigation function, and then they struck down directly on Long Lian's head.

Long Lian buried himself in the soil, channeling his magical power throughout his body.

In an instant, the earth shook.

Under the influence of immense power, the soil rose from the ground, forming a massive earthen barrier that protected Long Lian within it.

Thunder and gale-force winds followed closely behind, relentlessly pounding the earth.

This caused sandstorms to sweep across the land, with soil and rocks flying everywhere.

However, it did not manage to harm Ryuren through the earthen barrier.

Long Lian gritted her teeth and tried her best to activate the magic hand seals.

It continuously replenishes the earthen barrier for protection, while at the same time drawing on the vitality of the withered leaf sword to continuously heal itself.

The southwest belongs to the Kun Palace, which represents the earth and belongs to the element Earth in the Five Elements theory. Wood overcomes Earth. The energy of Zhen (Thunder) and Xun (Wind) will restrain Kun Earth. In this process, the malevolent energy of "Wood" itself will be consumed, which is equivalent to letting the wind and thunder attack the earthen barrier. In the end, the barrier is preserved, exhausting the attacker and dissipating its malevolent energy.

This is the knowledge that the old tree once taught her.

With the old tree's guidance, Long Lian calmed down and regained this knowledge.

There are illusions and realities within military formations, and all things have strengths and weaknesses; even within a magic formation, there is a key point.

When faced with a situation, think carefully and distinguish between strengths and weaknesses.

It can be used to avoid disasters and to attack and defeat enemies.

Long Lian is in very bad condition; she can no longer withstand the wind and thunder.

Facing adversity is not simply about enduring it head-on.

She needs to rest and adjust her condition before continuing to face the challenges of wind and thunder, using them to temper herself.

Just like the old tree said, when forging steel, simply immersing yourself in the raging fire and relentlessly hammering it... will not make it into steel.

It needs to be done in alternating steps, and you need to control the heat yourself.

In essence, spiritual practice is also a form of wisdom.

Outside the barrage of thunder and gale formations.

Ji Yuting, who caused all of this, had a furrowed brow.

This supernatural array is his trump card, but it is a power he borrowed.

He couldn't have unleashed such power through his decades of cultivation alone.

The world of cultivators doesn't have so many rules.

If it can be borrowed, then it belongs to his power, to his supernatural abilities.

Just now...

Everything seemed to be out of control.

The giant snake must have done something that angered both heaven and man to provoke such a fierce bombardment.

He can no longer change the operation of the formation; he cannot control it or stop it.

It was clear that its momentum was growing stronger and stronger.

It continues to expand and spread outwards.

The passes crumbled, the mountains collapsed, and the great rivers ceased to flow.

He didn't know how long this violent energy would continue to flow, and he was worried that it might affect his own army.

The two Yi Wood Divine Needles seemed to tremble slightly just now, as if they were being drawn to the formation, though the reason for this was unknown.

Besides... what exactly is going on with that giant snake?

How can it be so resilient?
Even a great demon with a thousand years of cultivation would have been reduced to ashes long ago under such a high-intensity bombardment that destroys everything.

Everything about today's magical duel is eerie.

On the other side, Ling Yu and her group also narrowly escaped but managed to break free.

She looked back at the sky above Libu Pass, where dark clouds covered the area, creating a scene resembling an apocalyptic catastrophe. Human beings seemed exceptionally insignificant under the immense power of nature.

He frowned, his eyes filled with worry: "Long Lian..."

Let her handle military matters, let her think about how to command the army to form ranks and meet the enemy. No matter how tense the situation, she can remain calm and face the enemy.

But facing this sky full of thunder and lightning is really beyond her capabilities.

There was nothing she could do.

"Come on!"

All they could do was urge the troops to retreat quickly.

But then, suddenly...

"Roar!"

Behind them came a series of roars and low cries. It wasn't the crisp chirping of birds, but a booming sound emanating from the depths of the earth or from the clouds. It was like countless enormous bronze bells being struck simultaneously, the sound deep and resonant, yet loud enough to pierce the sky and make one's heart tremble.

There are no dragons in the world; these creatures exist only in legends. Who has ever heard their low murmur?
An indescribable sound arose, and its overwhelming power gradually spread out, seemingly inducing people to feel fear and awe involuntarily, displaying the utmost majesty and sublimity.

Ling Yu was stunned for a moment. This feeling seemed to be similar to the one Xiao Xinyue had when she offered sacrifices to the heavens in Yueyang City.

At that time, golden scales leaped through the Heavenly Gate, shaking the heavens and earth.

She turned sharply and looked toward the center of it all.

Suddenly, a bolt of dark lightning ripped across the sky, like a powerful shockwave sweeping across the skin, creating visible ripples in the air.

Suddenly, a huge vortex appeared in the dark, cloud-covered sky above, causing clouds to surge, the sea to stand upside down, and the mountains and forests to roar, with the whole world responding in unison.

It seemed as if a figure was soaring straight into the sky.

……

Amidst the thunder and gale, Long Lian stood in the southwest Kun Palace, enduring countless bolts of lightning before finally passing through.

Immediately afterwards, her figure flashed and arrived in the northwest. Her enormous body transformed into a delicate beauty, holding the Withered Glory Sword, standing in mid-air, her clothes fluttering in the strong wind, raising her hand to look straight at the sky.

The Northwest belongs to Qian, which represents Heaven, is strong and powerful, and is unstoppable. It belongs to the element Metal, which overcomes Wood.

Here, she exudes the most powerful aura, like a dragon soaring through the sky, to scare away thunder and gales.

The universe is mine!
next moment,
"Boom boom boom!"

The terrifying lightning, capable of destroying everything, fell from the sky, accompanied by a fierce wind, enough to destroy everything.

Instead of retreating, Long Lian advanced, raising her sword and charging straight into the sky.

A faint dragon-shaped phantom could be seen behind her. She soared through the air in the Qian position, like a divine dragon rushing straight into the sky.

Thunderbolts rained down on her like a storm, and she felt a dull pain all over her body, as if needles were piercing her heart, but her will remained steadfast, and she no longer doubted herself in the slightest.

She will win. She will be tempered and forged through storms and thunder to become that unique dragon that soars through the skies and dominates the heavens.

She will meet that person with a brand new attitude and tell him that she has succeeded!

Thinking of this, she became even more excited. Bathed in the thunder and gale, she even slightly raised the corners of her lips, revealing a carefree smile.

As time went by, she felt her blood boiling, and the dull pain in her body seemed to diminish. In the darkness, it seemed as if a belief was constantly urging her on, guiding her, making her charge forward, making her move forward...

Long Lian's resistance seemed to have stirred up the discontent of the entire world.

The lightning strikes ceased completely, and the entire sky seemed to freeze for a moment.

However, the entire space felt terrifyingly heavy, the air stagnant, as if thousands of mountains were pressing down on our shoulders.

The calm before the storm.

It was just a very brief moment.

In the next instant, countless bolts of lightning converged, and the dark golden lightning that covered the entire space crashed down, accompanied by an unparalleled, soul-corroding, violent wind, seemingly intent on destroying everything.

At this critical moment, Long Lian raised her head and stared intently at the sky.

It transformed into a streak of light and shot straight into the sky.

A violent bolt of black lightning struck down from the sky, crashing into the tip of the withered and flourishing sword.

As if it had been sliced ​​open, it split into two halves, its momentum undiminished, bombarding downwards and adding even more ruggedness to the already ravaged land.

Long Lian, however, only felt the boundless thunder constantly washing over her body and penetrating her soul, yet she felt no pain at that moment.

Amidst the howling thunder and the destructive, stormy clouds overhead, a magnificent gate could be vaguely seen.

She gripped her magic weapon tightly and charged straight into the sky, becoming one with the sword, piercing through the lightning and disrupting the clouds in the sky.

A massive vortex formed between heaven and earth.

"boom!"

A tremendous roar resounded, and invisible waves spread outwards.

The next moment, everything fell silent, and the world became eerily quiet.

As the first rays of sunlight swept across the eastern sky, dawn broke, and the light shone through the clouds onto the earth.

The desolation of the night receded.

Everyone looked up in unison, all looking in the same direction.

In an instant, the dark clouds dispersed completely, and the thunder and gale that seemed like an apocalyptic disaster vanished.

All that remained was the devastated, lifeless earth, a testament to the suffering endured the previous night.

"roar~"

With a melodious low murmur, a gigantic figure soared into the sky.

Auspicious light and clouds filled the air, and the sky was ablaze with crimson and colorful hues.

After a thousand years of arduous cultivation and enduring tribulations of thunder and gales, success was achieved in a single day.

Above the clouds, a rainbow bridge spans the heavens and the earth, where the divine dragon disappears.

(End of this chapter)