The Demon Emperor's Throne (5)

“These five thunder tribulations will affect you if you’re with me. Bai Wan, I don’t want to involve you in this.”

Lin Qianshuang removed Bai Wan’s hand from her wrist and said calmly, “You don’t have to lie to me. There’s no way to withstand the heavenly thunderbolts in this world. Heaven will not forgive an opportunistic cultivator. My cultivation foundation is still weak, and ordinary magic weapons can never protect me.”

In this situation, the best course of action is to find a place where the Heavenly Dao can’t spy on me and wait until I have enough strength to face these five thunder tribulations. Lin Qianshuang summoned the system to inquire about a place to avoid lightning.

While she was distracted, her body suddenly took off into the air as Bai Wan picked her up. “Bai Wan, put me down! The thunder tribulation is about to fall.”

Lin Qianshuang tried to pull away Bai Wan’s hand from her waist, but she was restrained by the fox tail that sprang out from behind her back and couldn’t move. “I won’t let go, even if I die, I won’t let go!”

A red whip appeared in Bai Wan’s hand, and with a flick of her wrist, a dark umbrella turned in the air above them to form a protective barrier. Lin Qianshuang’s face was filled with astonishment. Bai Wan’s attitude was resolute. She always presented herself as a soft and gentle person, but at this moment, her face was tough with the arrogance of looking down on the world.

Her gaze was cold as she stared at the thunder tribulation in the sky, her features imbued with a resolute spirit. The tail wrapped tightly around Lin Qianshuang’s waist, as if fearing her escape. From the heavens, a faint thunderous light flashed. A deep purple thunderbolt brewing within the dark clouds descended with lightning speed, its target being Lin Qianshuang.

Bai Wan held Lin Qianshuang close, her fox ears peeking out from her hair. Her three long, furry tails shielded her within, while she deftly twirled the mysterious umbrella, using it to evade the first thunderbolt. The thunder crashed into the mountain peak, leaving a gaping pit in its wake. The charred, lifeless wood ignited, sending sparks flying.

The second thunder tribulation followed in quick succession, its deafening roar shaking the heavens. Bai Wan cast aside the damaged mysterious umbrella, using her toes to spin its top lightly. As the second lightning strike approached, she swiftly leaped away, leaving the mysterious umbrella behind. The purple lightning mercilessly shattered the umbrella, sending its fragments crashing into a nearby pavilion, causing it to collapse with a resounding boom.

The third and fourth thunderbolts surged forth from the sky, illuminating the entire cloud layer with their blinding light. Lin Qianshuang watched as the two formidable thunder tribulations transformed into orbs of light, descending upon her simultaneously. She silently chanted the sword formula, summoning her natal sword and coordinating with Bai Wan to deflect one of the thunderbolts.

However, the fourth lightning caught them off guard, hurling them into a deep ravine. Lin Qianshuang clawed her way out of the pit, her hair disheveled and blood trickling from her lips. A faint crack marred her natal sword, which she swiftly dematerialized back into her body.

Bai Wan rose to her feet beside Lin Qianshuang, her white robes soiled and her hair slightly disheveled. One of her three tails was noticeably missing. “Why is your tail gone?” Lin Qianshuang seized one of Bai Wan’s remaining tails and demanded, “You didn’t sacrifice a tail to shield me from the tribulation, did you?”

Bai Wan retrieved a handkerchief and wiped her soiled face, her expression filled with mild disgust as she observed the ash on the cloth. With a nonchalant tone, she remarked, “It’s only three hundred years of cultivation. It’s not a big loss.”

Three hundred years of cultivation… How could she speak so lightly of such a sacrifice? In their world, fox demons required nine tails to successfully cross the tribulation and ascend. Bai Wan had willingly sacrificed one of her tails for Lin Qianshuang. Overcome with guilt, Lin Qianshuang apologized, “I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?” Bai Wan couldn’t help but smile as she held Lin Qianshuang’s hand and grasped her tail. Her words were laced with ambiguity, “Shuangshuang, didn’t I tell you? My tail is my most sensitive area. Are you attempting to seduce me by holding it like this?”

Lin Qianshuang’s hand recoiled as if she had touched a hot surface, her face flushing an uncomfortable red. She averted her gaze and mumbled, “I forgot. Don’t mind me.”

“In truth, I wouldn’t mind if you were trying to seduce me. This fox demon has cultivated for a thousand years and has yet to experience such a connection between women. I wouldn’t object if my dear friend were to enlighten me.”

“Don’t tease me like this.” Witnessing Lin Qianshuang’s bashfulness, her earlobes tinged with a rosy hue, Bai Wan chuckled inwardly. Shuangshuang was so adorable and innocent. She had truly stumbled upon a treasure.

“The fifth thunder is about to strike. I don’t know if I’ll survive this.” Lin Qianfeng gazed at the formidable thunderbolt gathering in the sky. After a moment’s hesitation, he turned to Bai Wan and said, “Xiao Wan, we’ve known each other for quite some time. I know that the Demon Emperor’s concubine is named Bai Wan, but I don’t know your real name. Can you tell me?”

“I’ll only tell you if you can survive the final thunder tribulation.” Bai Wan’s fingertip touched Lin Qianshuang’s forehead, her eyes filled with concern. “This one can only be endured by the person undergoing it. No one can help you bear it. If you die, I won’t let you off. Be careful, or I’ll collect your soul and prevent you from reincarnating forever.”

“This is my natal magic weapon. Take it. Though it only possesses one-seventh of my true body’s power, it can protect you for a while.”

Lin Qianshuang accepted the zither that Bai Wan handed her. Its entire body was crystal clear like an ice sculpture, and its strings emitted a faint white light. At the end of the zither, the words Qing Wan were engraved in deep, graceful strokes, their meaning was unknown.

The dark purple clouds of tribulation gathered densely in the sky, and the tribulation thunder in the air condensed and grew larger. A dazzling dark purple ball of light transformed into countless bolts of lightning that struck down irregularly toward the people on the ground. Lin Qianshuang gazed at the tribulation thunder that resembled a meteor shower, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind. This was too unfair. Shouldn’t there only be one thunderbolt? Why had it turned into so many?

“Host, you were the one who broke the rules first. Heaven cannot tolerate your arrogance, so it naturally had to give you a beating.”

Lin Qianshuang complained about the stinginess of the heavens. Why didn’t it punish Liang Jingxuan for breaking the same rules?

“Host, please note that the world you’re in is a stallion novel dominated by the Favoured One, and he receives the natural protection of the Heavenly Dao.”

Lin Qianshuang saw the urgency of the situation and was too lazy to talk to the system anymore. She held the qin in her arms and flew to the ground to avoid the falling thunder. The strings of the qin plucked out of her arms and made a popping sound, scattering the strings of the qin and driving the direction of the falling thunder out of her range. Countless charred deep pits appeared one after another on the vast land, with several broken trees and several still blazing flames. Lin Qianshuang flipped over and passed three thunderbolts. When she landed, the soil at her feet loosened. Before she could react, she sank into the soil and disappeared into the ground.

The sound of collapsing earth and sand came from above, and grains of sand kept rolling down onto her body. Lin Qianshuang coughed several times from the mud and sand. She raised her head and saw a large open hole in the sky above, revealing a gloomy sky and the tribulation lightning that was still smashing into her. When she raised her head to look at the scene in front of her, her eyes twitched and widened slightly in incredulity.

A huge and strange humanoid stone statue wearing armor stood on the ground. The stone pillars arranged in the Bagua Formation¹ stood in the order of six-pointed stars, and she was standing at the feet of the stone statue, the eye of the Formation. In the stone statue’s pair of stone hands was a long sword flashing with gold and purple light. The sword body’s inscription flashed with ancient divine inscriptions, looking extraordinary in origin. Lin Qianshuang looked at the sword in the hands of the stone statue and was slightly shocked. How could it be so coincidental that she had mistakenly found Liang Jingxuan’s natal magic sword, the Purple Heavenly Sword?

This sword originated from the prehistoric era, and was rumored to have been forged by the first sword cultivator in the flood who ascended to immortality.

When Liang Jingxuan was picked up by Han Shengyao in the mortal world and taken as a disciple to the Ninefold Demon Palace, he found this ancient relic near the Demon Palace by chance.

In the extra story of the original novel, to refine the Purple Heavenly Sword and forge the world’s unique Sword Soul, sacrifices the four female supporting characters in his harem as a way to withstand the final nineteen heavenly thunderbolts during his ascension.

When Han Shengyao was killed by Liang Jingxuan, there was still a smile on her lips, as if it was a relief.

And the other few, she vaguely remembers, were all willing to die for Liang Jingxuan.

Lin Qianshuang thought of the dying scenes of each female supporting role, and his gaze towards the Purple Heavenly Sword gradually grew resentful. This broken sword has taken so many lives, why not destroy it now?

Lin Qianshuang observed the final few thunderbolts descending from the sky, set down the zither she held, and began to ascend from the stone base of the statue towards the stone hand of the statue that gripped the Purple Heavenly Sword. She ascended with great effort, her demonic energy materializing into a sword that she inserted into the stone’s fissures, gradually causing blood blisters to form on her palms. Lin Qianshuang was acutely aware that she was in a race against time, and if she failed to reach the vicinity of the Purple Heavenly Sword before the thunder arrived, her only fate was death. Just as she reached the statue’s hand, the thunderbolt roared and descended with great force, striking her without mercy.

Lin Qianshuang’s body deftly slipped into the crevice between the Purple Heavenly Sword and the stone statue’s hand. The thunder followed her trajectory, heading straight for the Purple Heavenly Sword.

The harsh grinding sound nearly shattered her eardrums.

When the dark purple orb of light neared the Purple Heavenly Sword’s vicinity, it lost all the ferocity it had possessed when striking Lin Qianshuang. Its light gradually dimmed until it was deflected by a barrier surrounding the sword’s body and dissipated into nothingness.

As the demon baby in Lin Qianshuang’s dantian gradually formed, the thunderous sound of thunder in the sky gradually disappeared.² The dark clouds dispersed, leaving a cloudless sky and the scorching sun as hot as ever.

A ray of sunshine shone on Lin Qianshuang’s body, and her tightly closed eyes opened.

She had not been turned into ashes by the tribulation thunder, and the Purple Heavenly Sword was also unharmed, emitting an intimidating light.

“Why is your sword so powerful? It can even withstand thunder tribulations.”

Lin Qianshuang complained in her heart. As if it were garbage, she kicked the divine sword in anger. Watching the sword body buzz from being kicked, she snorted through her nose.

She was about to slowly climb down from the stone hand of the stone statue when a deep voice suddenly came from the air, scaring her so much that she almost let go and fell from the stone statue dozens of feet high.

“Cultivator, why did you awaken this Immortal? You are not the destined person that this Immortal awaits.”