After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

Although she was unwilling, she knew that trying again would only bring her humiliation.

This magical artifact was not meant for her.

The next few cultivators also stepped forward to try.

Without exception, all of them failed.

Some were electrocuted and their bodies were charred black, some were thrown and hit the wall, and some even fell into a coma.

The number of people in the hall is decreasing.

Finally, it was Lin Fengmian's turn.

Just as he was about to step forward, Xiao Xiyue suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"Junior Brother Lin." Her voice was low, filled with obvious worry.

"This magic weapon is too dangerous. So many people failed just now, even a senior in the late Foundation Establishment stage was injured. You've only just established your foundation, so... you shouldn't try it."

She paused, bit her lip, and whispered, "Or perhaps we should leave. The most important thing is to get out of here safely while there are still few people around."

Lin Fengmian turned to look at her.

Behind the veil, her beautiful eyes were filled with concern and worry.

He smiled slightly and gently patted her hand that was tugging at his sleeve.

"Senior sister, now that we're here, with such treasures before us, how can we not go and take a look?"

Xiao Xiyue opened her mouth, wanting to say something more, but when she met Lin Fengmian's firm and confident eyes, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

She released her grip and whispered, "Then...then be careful."

Lin Fengmian nodded and turned to walk towards the high platform.

The moment he took a step, the failed monks around him noticed him.

At this moment, these people were seething with anger.

One by one, they returned defeated, losing face and feeling even more frustrated.

At that moment, a young man who had just established his foundation and whose face was unfamiliar was about to step forward to try, when someone spoke up in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh, another one coming to their death?"

"Early Foundation Establishment stage? Tsk tsk, the mid-Foundation Establishment and late-Foundation Establishment stages just failed, what's he doing going up there? Is he courting death?"

"Young man, I advise you to save your breath. If this magic weapon were so easy to obtain, would it even be your turn?"

"Exactly, don't go up there and embarrass yourself. If you get electrocuted and look like a roast suckling pig, no one will carry you away."

Mocking voices rose and fell, and the cultivators looked at Lin Fengmian with contempt and disdain.

Lin Fengmian turned a deaf ear to these sarcastic remarks.

His expression was calm, and his steps were unhurried, as if those words were not directed at him.

He walked straight up to the platform and came to the purple lightning whip.

Just then, the woman in red also noticed him.

She was about to leave when she saw a young man in the early stages of Foundation Establishment walk up to her. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she stopped in her tracks.

She looked at Lin Fengmian's young and handsome face, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke up to persuade him:

"Fellow Daoist, this magic weapon is extremely dangerous. Even I failed to use it just now. I advise you not to take the risk, lest you get injured."

Her voice was clear and melodious, and her tone was sincere, without a trace of sarcasm.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian turned to look at her, smiled slightly, and cupped his hands in greeting:

"Thank you for your kindness, fairy."

He paused, his gaze returning to the purple lightning whip, his tone calm yet firm:

"However, now that I'm here, I naturally want to give it a try."

The woman in red was slightly taken aback when she saw his determined gaze.

She thought the young man was either arrogant and ignorant, or he would back down after hearing her advice.

Unexpectedly, he was so calm and fearless.

A hint of appreciation flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she nodded secretly.

He's a brave man.

"In that case, fellow Daoist, please be careful." She took a step back and said no more.

Lin Fengmian took a deep breath, turned around, and faced the purple lightning whip.

He didn't rush to reach for it.

Instead, he slowly closed his eyes and calmed his mind.

Within his dantian, he slowly mobilized that faint yet extremely pure power of the Heavenly Tribulation.

That was a trace of tribulation power remaining in his body after the three heavenly lightning bolts struck him during his tribulation, tempering his spiritual root.

Although faint, it contained the oppressive power of the laws of heaven and earth, extremely yang and strong, and incomparably domineering.

Lin Fengmian drew out that wisp of Heavenly Tribulation power from his dantian, and slowly gathered it into his right palm along his meridians.

Faint lightning flickered in his palm.

The lightning was different from ordinary lightning power; it was a deep purple, its power restrained yet instinctively causing one's heart to tremble.

He opened his eyes, reached out, and grasped the purple lightning whip.

Below the stage, the defeated cultivators stood with their arms crossed, watching the scene with schadenfreude.

"Hehe, he'll get what's coming to him later."

"I bet he won't last a breath."

"A breath? I bet he'll be sent flying before he can even touch him!"

Mocking and sneer rose and fell.

Even the woman in red was nervously watching Lin Fengmian's hands, secretly worried for him.

Nearly.

closer.

Lin Fengmian's fingertips touched the handle of the whip.

Everyone held their breath.

The imagined scene of lightning exploding and screams of people flying out did not occur.

In Lin Fengmian's palm, a wisp of heavenly tribulation power gently touched the purple lightning on the whip—

"Crackling sound."

A soft sound.

There was no explosion, and no ejection.

The power of the heavenly tribulation and the lightning on the whip's body actually merged together slowly, just like water and milk blending together!

The lightning around the Purple Lightning Whip did not attack Lin Fengmian; instead, it became gentler. The fine arcs of electricity seemed to be cheering and jumping for joy, as if they had seen their long-lost master!

Lin Fengmian was overjoyed. He closed his five fingers and firmly gripped the whip handle!

"Buzz—"

The purple lightning whip emitted a soft hum, and the lightning around it seemed to come alive, winding up his palm and flowing along his arm.

There was no pain, no burning sensation.

Only a warm energy flowed into his body along with the lightning, resonating with the power of the Heavenly Tribulation in his dantian!

He succeeded!

The entire hall was deathly silent.

Those cultivators who were just mocking him now stared wide-eyed and gaped, unable to utter a single word.

"This...how is this possible?!"

"How could someone at the early Foundation Establishment stage possibly gain a magical artifact to recognize him as its master?!"

"What is that?! What's with the lightning on his hand?!"

Exclamations and incredulous murmurs rose and fell.

The woman in red also suddenly widened her beautiful eyes, her cherry-like mouth forming an "O" shape, staring blankly at the figure in green on the stage.

The magical artifact that she couldn't budge even an inch despite her best efforts was actually... actually picked up by a young man in the early Foundation Establishment stage?

Her mind was filled with disbelief.

Xiao Xiyue was also stunned.

She covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

That junior brother who's always laughing and joking around, and doesn't take things seriously, actually...did it?

The cultivators below the stage were just beginning to react.

Greedy gazes fell upon the purple lightning whip in Lin Fengmian's hand.