How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

Size: 6 meters long, 0.5 meters wide, and 4 meters high (normal shape)

0.06 meters long, 0.005 meters wide, and 0.04 meters high (in its portable form)

Effect: It's really sturdy and can withstand attacks from Nascent Soul stage and below!

Introduction: A wall may be able to block the wind, but it's not so good at blocking the rain.

This is the last barrier in Yang Li's bedroom!

"Boom!"

The lightning bolt had sensed that the person undergoing tribulation was below and knew that as long as it broke through this hard stone slab, it could reach its target.

Then, countless bolts of lightning descended from the sky, striking the stone slab with ferocity, like a fierce storm, and raining down in dense bursts.

The howling of wolves in the mountains had long since disappeared, and the majestic power of the heavens instilled an instinctive fear in all living beings.

The lightning intensified, and the violent impact made the entire Yangli Residence seem to tremble, yet the sturdy walls remained unscathed!

The clouds churned, brewing a final assault, and the earth seemed to tremble. Yangli Residence, which was originally quite large, was now like a small boat tossing and turning under this tribulation of lightning.

In an instant, the world fell silent for a moment, and then countless bolts of lightning struck endlessly. The power of this tribulation was not simply one plus one, but rather they overlapped, far exceeding that of an ordinary tribulation.

“Boom, boom, boom!!!”

The roar was deafening, and the stone wall began to shake, as if it was about to collapse.

But the tribulation was coming to an end, until the last bolt of lightning struck the wall!

“Crash!!!!”

The thick clouds suddenly unleashed a torrential downpour, sweeping away the sweltering heat in the air.

The torrential rain poured down like a thousand horses galloping and roaring.

Its unstoppable momentum was like a tidal wave, making a series of crackling and banging sounds.

Rainwater streamed down the glass window like a waterfall!

The sound of raindrops hitting the ground was very rapid, a loud patter, like a beautiful symphony, drifting freely amidst the howling wind.

Large raindrops hit the ground, leaving small puddles and splashing up tiny raindrops.

In an instant, crisscrossing streams appeared on the ground, flowing towards the low-lying areas, gathering more and more to form pools of water...

Many people in the Five-Colored City were awakened by the thunder and looked around to find that their families were all safe and sound.

By this time, the thunder had gradually faded away, and only the pattering rain continued to fall. I didn't know when it would stop, but I gradually fell asleep listening to the rain outside the window.

The rain is still falling.

[Congratulations to the contractor for breaking through the Golden Core stage and advancing to the first level of the Nascent Soul realm!]

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 350 I woke up to find my perfect attendance record in jeopardy, but I'm not heartbroken at all, haha, waaaaah...

"As the saying goes, 'Leaving home young and returning old,' Xiao Huo hasn't heard from his parents for over a month since he said goodbye to them on May 15th and came to his grandmother's house."

"That's not how you use that line of poetry, Xiao Huo!"

Qing Lianlian, who was helping Xiao Huo with his homework, pointed out a finger and pouted, saying, "A month and a half is not enough to describe someone who left home young and returned as an old man!"

"Huh? Can't I use it?"

Little Fire tilted her head in confusion, then crossed out the part and frowned as she pondered again: "Then what should we use, hmm, hmm..."

"Little Fire, you're not allowed to bite the pen; that's a bad habit!"

Qing Lianlian, acting like an adult, pointed out Xiao Huo's inappropriate behavior.

"Oh……"

Xiao Huo moved the pen away, then his eyes lit up, and he started writing again in the notebook.

Qing Lianlian, who was standing to the side, nodded in satisfaction as she watched: "Hmm, that's more like it."

"Grandma, what do you think Xiao Huo's parents are doing right now?"

Xiao Huo suddenly asked curiously, "They've been married for over a month, and I haven't seen them for over a month either. I wonder if they've been eating on time."

"Hmm, this one..."

Qing Lianlian also looked puzzled and shouted into the house.

"Sister, what do you think Xiaoyang and the others are doing right now? Are they eating properly?"

"Sleep soundly, or do something else."

Inside, Qing Yiyi was chopping vegetables with a "clack clack clack" sound. She casually replied, "How would I know what those young couple are doing?"

As for meals, I can tell you that they've managed to eat five meals a day in over a month, and I, as their mother, am truly grateful.

"Ah this..."

Qing Lianlian and Xiao Huo exchanged a glance and tilted their heads simultaneously: "Huh?"

………………

Yang Li's home, bedroom, was pitch black.

Hei Yang Hong Li lay peacefully asleep on the bed, their two heads peeking out from under the covers, nestled intimately together, a picture of serene tranquility.

For some reason, one of the legs of the bed is propped up with a stool, which always makes me feel like I'm going to die from OCD. I either want to fix that leg or break the other three.

Time flowed by quietly, and the girl's brows gradually furrowed, becoming uneasy, probably because she had a terrible dream.

She mumbled incoherently in her sleep.

"No, no, Yang, you can't..."

"what!"

Hongli suddenly woke up, gasping for breath.

Her long, messy black hair fell over her smooth shoulders, and she looked like she was still in shock.

"Huh, huh..."

Hongli wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, her rosy cheeks gradually returning to calm. She couldn't help but pat her chest, still shaken.

"It was so scary, so terrifying, so exciting..."

Hongli let out a long breath and murmured, "I actually dreamed of marrying Heiyang, and then he made me goo-hoo ...

Ouch, that was scary! It was just a dream. I almost really thought I was being held by Hei Yang right now, hahaha, hahaha, hahaha…”

Hong Li's smile gradually froze. She lowered her head with difficulty and saw an arm wrapped around her waist.

Normal living things have two arms, but now both of her arms are outside the blanket. So whose arm is this?

Hongli turned her head stiffly to the side, and then saw that Brother Heiyang was staring at her quietly.

"What's wrong with you so early in the morning, honey?"

Hei Yang yawned, then awkwardly folded his arms around her. "Sweetie, stop fooling around. Let me hold you a little longer so we can sleep. I'm so sleepy..."

"Black black black black black... Black Sun!"

Hong Li's pupils dilated as memories sealed in her mind began to surface.

"Wait, wait, wait... wait a minute... ah!"

Before Hongli could react, Heiyang pulled her into his arms and hugged her, her face pressed against his chest. As the memories were processed, her face slowly turned red, as if she were about to ripen.

"I f***ing... I f***ing... I f***ing..."

Hongli murmured, "This is so exciting! Is this a dream? My God, it's my husband, Heiyang?"

Wow, this is so, so, so magical realism!

"Hey, don't just use words you've learned! Our wedding was conducted strictly according to regulations and in accordance with the correct values ​​of the gaming world!"

Hei Yang opened his eyes speechlessly, patted Hong Li, and said quietly, "What? Regretful?"

"Regret is impossible, there's no way I'll ever regret anything in this lifetime..."

Hongli muttered to herself, "I'm still so excited..."

"How much time has passed? I dare say it's definitely more than one night."

"What the hell? You're still half asleep, sister?"

Hei Yang silently counted on his fingers.

"To be honest, the situation was quite critical at the time, and I was too lazy to keep track of how much time had passed, but it must have been at least twenty days."

"Etc., etc!"

Hongli's eyes widened as she realized, "We've been married for about a month already? My god, is this timeline real?!"

"Ah, perhaps this is what it means to transcend time in spiritual practice."

While yawning, Hei Yang said leisurely, "Don't they always say that some people spend decades or even hundreds of years cultivating? What's a month of cultivation for us?"