Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

But Yunping remained unmoved, as if his all-out attack had only served to fan Yunping.

"Finished?"

Yunping coldly stared at Sha, whose face was filled with disbelief, and raised his hand.

"Then it's my turn."

The young man slapped Sha across the face, but there was no spiritual energy or killing intent in his face.

The murderous aura, the overwhelming killing intent, the murderous spiritual energy... were all wiped out by this slap, leaving not a trace!

He slapped Sha's head again, knocking it to the side. Sha's head slumped onto his shoulder, and his bloodied teeth were knocked out.

His knees shattered, and he knelt before the cloud-like surface.

The master of this Yin Sha, a peak Void Realm expert, was in a sorry state, like a stray dog.

Quiet.

Too quiet.

The disciples of Yin Sha stared in disbelief at their sect leader, a powerful figure who should have been invincible... but now appeared in this shockingly miserable state.

Sigh?

Do not!

It is fear.

The remaining three Ten Fiends dared not utter a word, nor even move an inch, for fear that the young man might displease them and take their heads!

"The Blood Spirit Method, the Way of Slaughter—do you know that this path was completely eradicated by Lao Tzu back in the era of the Human Emperor? And now you want to use it to prove your Dao?"

Yunping looked slightly angry and struck down with his palm again!

Snapped!

His vital energy channels were completely severed, and his spiritual root was shattered into eight pieces, which scattered in his lower abdomen.

"You don't cultivate martial arts, you don't learn talismans, you don't practice literature! You insist on cultivating this bullshit path of slaughter!"

With another palm strike, Sha's legs shattered, and blood oozed from every orifice of his body.

"Now, get back home and spend the rest of your life reflecting on your actions in bed!"

Yunping kicked out again, sending the owner of the Yin Sha flying to the three Ten Fiends not far away.

Looking at the Fiend who was no longer human... the three Fiends almost instinctively knelt down, putting on a begging look. They all looked like they had lost their souls, and fearfully bowed to Yun Ping.

But just as they were about to beg for mercy, they suddenly froze.

and many more……

At that moment, they suddenly felt immense pain, as if something was tearing at their souls.

In fact, it wasn't just the three of them; all the Yin Sha disciples present also showed expressions of pain, lowering their heads and clutching the area around their hearts.

what happens?!

They were puzzled; they were shocked.

Before they could even comprehend this truth, their physical bodies were reduced to wisps of smoke, and their souls turned into particles of dust, vanishing into thin air!

No... it didn't disappear.

As if summoned, they all rushed towards the crippled figure!

"This is... the Blood Spirit Technique!!"

The Ten Fiends who saw his palm begin to turn into bloody smoke cried out in shock. He stared in horror at the fiend slowly absorbing the thick smoke and dust, and suddenly understood.

They're using them to refine blood spirits!

"No, no... Your Highness, no!!"

He began to scream in terror. He never imagined that the Demon Prince, whom he had followed for so long, had already left a blood seed in the bodies of all the Yin Sha disciples... At this most critical moment, he actually chose to use the Blood Spirit Method to refine all the Yin Sha disciples!

Such methods are utterly cruel.

No matter how much he begged for mercy, no matter how much he refused, he could not escape the fate of becoming nourishment.

Enveloped in thick smoke and dust, Sha stood up again. His physical body had been reshaped, and his soul had been elevated to a sublime level.

In an instant—

(roar)

That was a roar from the sky.

Yunping raised his head and looked at the lightning that was flashing back and forth in the reddened sky.

He knew this was a tribulation of lightning.

It is a calamity for sages.

In other words, after refining all the Yin Sha disciples, Sha had actually reached the level of being about to advance to the Saint realm!

If he survives this tribulation of sainthood, he will be transformed into a saint and prove his Dao through slaughter!

Yunping's expression turned cold. He looked up and gazed at the sky.

"Hahaha... This is the power of a saint..."

Having reshaped his physical body, Sha looked at his body, which was surrounded by blood-red smoke, with satisfaction. This intoxicating power filled his soul, and he could feel that he was now a being that far surpassed the Void Transformation stage!

Once he has survived the tribulation of becoming a sage, then he will be a true sage!

"Heavenly Tribulation..."

The young man said it casually.

He stared directly at the heavens, at the most authoritative being in the world.

He gazed at the Heavenly Dao, remained silent for a long time, and then uttered a sentence in a way that left no room for refusal.

"Get back there!"

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

Anyone who hears such words would think it's a joke.

Because this statement was clearly addressed to the Heavenly Dao, which is the Heavenly Dao, the ruler of the Three Thousand Great Daos, and the Heavenly Lord himself!

How could that be...?

The crimson lightning disappeared.

The crimson clouds that had appeared due to the manifestation of the Path of Slaughter turned back to their original gray at this moment.

The red-stained curtains were completely replaced with a black curtain symbolizing tranquility.

Where's the thunder? Where's the roar?

Gone.

Yes, it is the tribulation of the sages, the tribulation of the Heavenly Way, the thunder of enlightenment.

Yunping's words put him back on track.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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136. Prince of the Royal Family

What about the Heavenly Tribulation?

Standing there, bewildered, neck stiff, gazing at the sky, at a loss for what to do.

What about his tribulation as a saint?

Just now, he used the path of slaughter as a pretext to attempt to attain enlightenment and become a saint, thus triggering a heavenly tribulation.

Gone.

It's completely gone.

That's the heavens above! That's the master of the three thousand great paths! The master of all living beings in this world, the most domineering and just being besides the legendary overseer and the two source ancestors!

Is this calamity of the sages really gone just like that?

Silence.

Silence reigned.

Without the Tribulation of a Saint, it means that Heaven does not recognize the evil spirit, and it means that he will not be able to rely on the power of the Great Dao of Slaughter. In other words, he will become an existence that only possesses the spiritual energy of a Saint, but cannot empower himself with the Great Dao.

He is a complete hypocrite.

Sha could not accept this fact.

He felt an unprecedented rage. In order to attain sainthood and prove his Dao, he did not hesitate to kill his thousand Yin Sha disciples, including three of the Ten Fiends, before he could barely have the opportunity to come into contact with the Saint!

But this hard-won opportunity was ruined by the white-clad man in front of them using some unknown means.

"You bastard! How dare you ruin my chance to become a saint!!"

Anger clouded his judgment.

He unleashed his Saint-level spiritual energy in one gulp, and in an instant, tens of thousands of blood-red vengeful spirits flew out from the blood-red tower behind him, rushing towards Yun Ping with overwhelming killing intent and resentment.

Those were countless blood spirits flying everywhere, blotting out the sun. With the blessing of saint-level spiritual energy, each of them seemed to possess terrifying power enough to shake the heavens and earth!

At this moment, Sha only wanted to see Yun Ping torn to pieces by the Blood Spirit. He only wanted to eat Yun Ping's flesh, drink Yun Ping's blood, and twist off the head of this young man who dared to ruin his decades of hard work.

But he forgot.

He forgot who had rebuked the saintly tribulation lightning.

"Don't even mention ruining your chance to become a saint, even if I kill you, no one will dare to say a word!"

Yun Ping's words were as resounding as a great bell. He waved his sleeve, and the breeze he casually stirred up crushed all the blood spirits in the sky into dust.

Ignoring the blood spirit's mournful howls, he leaped forward and kicked the towering blood tower directly.

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