Chapter 3421: Qingshan Mahayana

At Heavenly Fox Mountain, within a serene manor, Wang Qingshan and Bai Ling'er sat in a green stone pavilion. Bai Ling'er, dressed like a young married woman, had a swollen abdomen, while a delicate-featured girl in a white dress played nearby.

"Once Yu'er is a bit older, she can learn sword manipulation from her husband," Bai Ling'er said with a smile, her face full of loving affection as she gazed at the girl in the white dress.

Wang Qingshan nodded, saying, "Yes, once you give birth, we'll return to the Xuanyang Realm together and introduce our children to their ancestral clan. Staying in the Heavenly Demon Realm indefinitely isn't a long-term solution."

"Return to the Xuanyang Realm! Do you think you'll still have a chance?" a chillingly cold male voice suddenly declared.

No sooner had the voice finished speaking than a fierce gust of wind erupted, and Feng Wuying appeared in the sky above the manor.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, what brings you here?" Bai Ling'er asked, her expression growing flustered as she saw Feng Wuying.

"Hmph, Immortaless Bai," Feng Wuying sneered. "To think I harbored such deep affection for you, and this is how you repay me? Conceiving with a human and giving birth to accursed offspring! What I cannot have, no one else shall!" His expression turned frigid. He chanted an incantation, and a swirling green hurricane materialized out of thin air, heading straight for the girl in the white dress.

A piteous scream pierced the air as the girl in the white dress was shredded by the green hurricane, dissolving into a mist of blood.

"Yu'er!" Bai Ling'er cried, overwhelmed with grief and fury. She chanted an incantation, and a gigantic phantom of a nine-tailed fox appeared above her head.

Just then, a piercing sword hum rang out, and a towering, verdant greatsword slashed down.

With a shriek, the nine-tailed fox phantom was cleaved in half by the greatsword, and Bai Ling'er herself was sliced in two.

"Ever since I met you," Wang Qingshan said slowly, "you never spoke of cultivation. Instead, you spent all your days intimately with me. This isn't the Ling'er I knew. The moment I mentioned returning to the Xuanyang Realm, Feng Wuying appeared. I've never met him, only heard you mention him. If I'm not mistaken, you wanted me to kill Feng Wuying, so that I would be pursued by the Sky Eagle Clan and trapped forever in an illusion."

A wisp of black mist flew out from Bai Ling'er's body, and a sinister, cold voice emanated from it: "You've seen through me again. So what? No matter how exquisite your swordsmanship, you cannot kill me."

"You are merely a soul projection," Wang Qingshan sneered. "Limited by the power of this realm, you cannot exert much of your true body's strength. Given enough time, I can certainly kill you." He conjured a Qianlei Mirror, infused it with spiritual power, and the mirror surface glowed brightly, unleashing a thick bolt of golden lightning that shot straight towards the black mist.

Before the black mist could evade, it was struck by the golden lightning, emitting a piteous cry.

Wang Qingshan flicked his sleeve, and nine Azure Glaze Swords shot out, transforming into a sky full of flying swords that vanished into the black mist. "You think you can kill me with just this much power? Dream on!" a triumphant male voice rang out as a wisp of black mist emerged in the void a hundred miles away.

"That might not be the case!" Wang Qingshan declared. He opened his mouth and spat out a beam of green light, which transformed into a green firebird – the Azure Lotus Karmic Fire. While it was not easy for ordinary seventh-tier spiritual flames to severely injure an extraterrestrial demon, the Azure Lotus Karmic Fire was certainly no ordinary seventh-tier spiritual flame.

The green firebird gently flapped its wings and vanished from its spot. As the black mist was about to evade, Wang Qingshan roared. A burst of green firelight erupted where the black mist was, revealing the green firebird's figure. The firebird collided with the black mist, eliciting a piteous shriek.

A thunderous roar echoed as a massive ball of green flames flared in the sky. Wang Qingshan chanted a sword incantation, and the nine Azure Glaze Swords merged into one, forming a towering, verdant greatsword. With a flicker, it plunged into the green flames, and another shriek rang out.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed, and Wang Qingshan found himself in a mountain cave, with a series of thunderous claps echoing in his ears.

Wang Qingshan gently exhaled. He took out a yellow formation plate, channeled an incantation into it, and countless wisps of yellow mist surged from the ground, engulfing the entire valley.

A massive thundercloud appeared high in the sky, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling. The thundercloud violently churned, slowly dividing into eight equally sized thunderclouds.

"An Eight-Nine Thunder Tribulation!" The old man in green robes and the old man in golden robes were filled with shock. Clearly, someone was attempting to break through to the Mahayana stage. They had initially thought it was a rare treasure appearing, but if this person succeeded in reaching the Mahayana stage, they would be in serious trouble.

Spiritual light radiated from their bodies, transforming them into two enormous swallows. Two thick golden lightning pillars descended from the sky, striking at them, while simultaneously, two yellow beams of light shot out from the ground, heading straight for them.

Each of the two swallows spat out a beam of green light, blocking the yellow beams. However, they were struck by the golden lightning pillars, emitting a series of piteous cries.

"I told you to stay put here," Wang Lei's tone was icy, "but you took my words as idle chatter. Then I'll send you on your way." He chanted an incantation, and a gigantic Qilin phantom appeared high in the sky. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and tens of thousands of thick golden lightning bolts rent the firmament, striking down at the two swallows.

Wang Lei was tens of thousands of miles away from Wang Qingshan, ensuring he would not affect Wang Qingshan's tribulation.

The thunderclouds churned violently as bolts of heavenly tribulation lightning struck down one after another. The heavens and earth seemed to turn silvery-white, filled with continuous roars.

After more than an hour, the thundercloud, still tens of meters in size, violently churned, revealing arcs of eight different colors. By this time, Wang Lei had already dealt with the two Integration stage cultivators.

"Eight-Colored Divine Lightning!" Wang Lei's expression tightened. Six bolts of Eight-Colored Divine Lightning. He wondered if Wang Qingshan could withstand them.

Wang Qingshan stood in a massive, smoke-emitting crater. A dimly glowing green shield floated in front of him, its surface covered with numerous fine cracks, appearing as if it could shatter at any moment.

Wang Qingshan wore a battle armor shimmering with green light, its surface bearing the image of a green tortoise. It was a Profound Tortoise Transformation Talisman, a seventh-tier defensive talisman that Wang Lei had spent a fortune to acquire from a major market, known for its excellent defensive capabilities.

A clap of thunder sounded as a thick bolt of eight-colored lightning struck down, heading straight for Wang Qingshan. Wang Qingshan chanted an incantation, and the green shield rose to meet it. The eight-colored lightning struck the green shield, instantly exploding, and dazzling eight-colored lightning enveloped Wang Qingshan's figure.

Soon, the second bolt of eight-colored lightning struck down, followed by the third, fourth, and so on. When the fifth bolt of eight-colored lightning struck down, the eight-colored thundercloud violently churned, transforming into a massive eight-colored lightning tiger that swooped down from the sky.

A towering, verdant sword-light shot out from within the lightning, cleaving the eight-colored lightning tiger in half. With a colossal boom, a massive orb of eight-colored lightning appeared high in the sky, exceptionally conspicuous.

After a moment, a long green streak of light flew out from within the lightning. With a flicker, it landed before Wang Lei; it was Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan exuded an aura as vast as the sea, though his face was pale and he looked disheveled. He had successfully advanced to the Mahayana stage, largely thanks to Bai Ling'er, who had entrusted Hu Mei'er to deliver two mid-grade heaven-reaching defensive spirit treasures to him. Without them, he wouldn't have survived the Eight-Nine Thunder Tribulation so easily.

"Congratulations, Master, on advancing to the Mahayana stage!" Wang Lei exclaimed, overjoyed by the powerful spiritual pressure emanating from Wang Qingshan, and quickly offered his congratulations.

"You've worked hard," Wang Qingshan said. "This place is not suitable for prolonged stay; let's leave here first!" He put away the stone figures and left the place with Wang Lei.

He needed to find a place to seclude himself for a period of cultivation before going to find Bai Ling'er again.