Chapter 1527: Recruits Another Nascent Soul Cultivator

Wang Ruyan sighed softly and said, "That's right, don't spread this news. It will have a bad impact. If you have the chance to reach the Nascent Soul stage in the future, you must travel extensively outside. Don't rush; haste makes waste. Wang Huaxuan is a cautionary tale."

"Yes, Great-Grandmother. Your grandson (granddaughter-in-law) understands."

Wang Youwei and Ouyang Mingyue responded in unison, their expressions grave.

A deafening clap of thunder rumbled from high above. Thick, silver lightning snakes slithered continuously within the thunderclouds.

They flew down onto a lush green peak, gazing at the thunderclouds in the sky. All four of them simultaneously showed worried expressions.

Wang Huaxuan failed; would Wang Qiuming succeed?

In a basement, Wang Qiuming sat cross-legged on a cushion, eyes slightly closed, brows furrowed. The stone walls of the basement were inscribed with numerous golden runes, glittering like gold.

Wang Qiuming was undergoing the Heart Demon Tribulation, which was the most difficult trial.

In a secluded small courtyard with green tiles, Qi Shanshan and Wang Qingzhi sat in a stone pavilion. Qi Shanshan held a beautiful, exquisitely sculpted baby girl in her arms, gazing at her with loving tenderness.

Wang Qiuming and a graceful young woman in a blue dress stood respectfully to the side.

"Qiuming, you are a father now. You need to be more steady in the future. With Zhu'er taking care of the child, you can rest assured and manage the family business!"

Wang Qingzhi said, his expression gentle and pleasant.

"Husband, please go. I will take good care of Fu'er."

The young woman in the blue dress said understandingly, her face full of joy.

Wang Qiuming looked at Wang Qingzhi and Qi Shanshan, sighed softly, knelt down, and kowtowed to them three times.

"Qiuming, what are you doing? Get up quickly."

Wang Qingzhi quickly helped Wang Qiuming up, completely bewildered.

"Father, Mother, your son has always been devoted to cultivation. For years, I've followed Seventh Uncle hunting demonic beasts outside. I rarely return, and when I do, I spend most of my time in secluded cultivation. Your son owes you too much."

Wang Qiuming choked out, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"Foolish child, it's all in the past. Your father won't blame you. You're married now, so you must shoulder the responsibility of providing for your family."

Wang Qingzhi helped Wang Qiuming up and admonished him.

Wang Qiuming wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, and his gaze turned icy cold. He said, "At this point, are you still pretending with me? Fakes are always fakes. I've been devoted to cultivation since childhood, and my mother was my biggest supporter. Now, my mother keeps urging me to marry, and my father is taciturn – I could spend a whole day with him, and he wouldn't say ten sentences. You talk so much; you are not my parents at all."

"Child, what nonsense are you talking about? If we aren't your parents, then who are we?"

Wang Qingzhi said with a frown, his face ashen.

Wang Qiuming flicked his sleeve, and a golden light shot out, piercing through the bodies of Wang Qingzhi and the other three. Their bodies dissolved into specks of spiritual light and vanished.

"Father, Mother, I will definitely form my Nascent Soul. I swear vengeance for my father's death; we cannot coexist under the same sky."

Wang Qiuming muttered to himself, his gaze incredibly resolute.

The surroundings blurred. The screams of men and women reached Wang Qiuming's ears, and he suddenly found himself in front of a burning pavilion, flames soaring into the sky.

Suddenly, a man's tragic scream rang out. A member of the Wang family rushed in, falling in front of Wang Qiuming with a massive bloody hole in his chest.

"Qiuming, run! It's too late if you don't run now." The family member finished speaking and then breathed his last.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking our Green Lotus Villa, ah...!"

A series of screams came from outside, vaguely mixed with wailing sounds like ghosts.

"Nine Nether Sect, I will settle this score with you sooner or later."

Wang Qiuming muttered to himself and stepped outside.

Wang Ruyan, Wang Qingling, Wang Youwei, and Ouyang Mingyue stood at the summit of a lush green peak. The four of them remained silent, their eyes fixed on the thunderclouds high in the sky.

Wang Huaxuan had failed; they hoped Wang Qiuming would succeed.

It had been almost half an hour since Wang Qiuming attracted the lightning tribulation. The longer it took, the lower the chance of him forming his Nascent Soul.

Boom! A deafening roar sounded as the thunderclouds churned violently. A silver lightning bolt, as thick as a bowl, shot out and struck Wang Qiuming's residence.

Seeing this, Wang Ruyan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Wang Qiuming had passed the Heart Demon Tribulation, and his chances of advancing to the Nascent Soul stage were high.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared. Bolt after bolt of silver lightning, each as thick as a bowl, shot out and struck Wang Qiuming's residence.

From a distance, it looked like a massive silver lightning curtain, with rolling shockwaves and astonishing momentum.

"What? Qiuming is attempting to reach the Nascent Soul stage?"

Wang Changsheng's voice suddenly rang out. As soon as he spoke, a blue rainbow light flew from the distant horizon, instantly landing in front of Wang Ruyan.

"Your grandson pays respects to Great-Grandfather." "Ninth Uncle, you're back."

Wang Youwei and Ouyang Mingyue hastily bowed, while Wang Qingling greeted him with a smile.

Wang Changsheng nodded, looking at the thunderclouds in the sky with a somewhat nervous expression.

Wang Ruyan sighed, "Wang Huaxuan failed and died. It looks like Qiuming will likely succeed."

"Everyone has their own destiny. If the child doesn't listen to advice, there's nothing we can do."

Wang Changsheng sighed, "Some things cannot be forced. Some people dislike arduous cultivation; even if you confine them, they still won't cultivate diligently."

The Wang family had five Nascent Soul cultivators, so one failure was normal. According to Fairy Cailian, the Green Lotus Immortals were individuals of great fortune, and thus the Wang family members had a higher chance of forming their Nascent Souls, which was a form of divine favor. However, if a person of great fortune evaded a major tribulation, their fortune would be stripped away, and misfortune would befall them. If they failed to overcome the tribulation, they would die; if they succeeded, they would soar to great heights. The Taiyi Immortal Sect was an excellent example of this.

The Four Seasons Sword Sovereign was also a person of great fortune. He led the Taiyi Immortal Sect through a major tribulation, thereby establishing the Taiyi Immortal Sect's current status.

Influenced by the Green Lotus Immortals, it could only be said that the Wang family members had a higher chance of forming their Nascent Souls, not that they were guaranteed to advance to the Nascent Soul stage.

The five of them gazed at the thunderclouds high in the sky, each with a worried expression.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the thunderclouds churned violently, transforming into a silver lightning eagle over ten zhang in size. The silver lightning eagle spread its wings and swooped down from high above.

Boom! A deafening roar sounded, and the ground shook violently. Powerful shockwaves uprooted hundreds of towering trees, sending dust flying everywhere.

After a while, the lightning dissipated, and the sky cleared. Wang Changsheng and the other four almost simultaneously flew towards Wang Qiuming's residence.

Wang Qiuming's residence had been flattened, leaving a scene of devastation. The ground was dark black earth, emanating a burnt smell.

Wang Qiuming emerged from a pile of rubble. His face was as pale as paper, and his expression was excited. A powerful spiritual pressure emanated from him, clearly indicating he had entered the Nascent Soul stage.

Wang Changsheng saw that Wang Qiuming was safe and sound and breathed a sigh of relief.