Feng Feiling was crossing the tribulation, and the happiest were those demonic cultivators she had tormented so miserably.
They wished Feng Feiling would be struck dead by the Heavenly Tribulation, and even if she was not, that she would ascend early so she would not stay behind to torment them.
Now they openly envied the righteous cultivators, who were actually protected by the Demon Sect.
They had also thought about joining the Demon Sect. At first, they figured everyone was a demonic cultivator, so surely the sect would not stand by and watch them be bullied by Feng Feiling, right?
But then the Holy Maiden Aunt of the Demon Sect said one sentence that shattered their thoughts.
The Demon Sect would not shelter demonic cultivators, especially those who used other cultivators as food to cultivate.
According to what people said, the Holy Maiden Aunt’s exact words were, “Although our Demon Sect is also a place of demonic cultivation, our principles are fairly proper. We don’t eat our own kind.”
Principles? They did not understand, but for demonic cultivators to advance, what else would they eat if not cultivators? Eating cultivators was the fastest way to grow stronger.
But since the Holy Maiden Aunt had said that the Demon Sect would not shelter them, they did not dare to try.
Feng Feiling, on the other hand, was a little excited. After she passed her tribulation, would this heaven and earth not be under her control? So what if Tang Guo was the Holy Maiden Aunt of the Demon Sect? The opportunities had long been seized by her, and that ruined spiritual root, could it possibly compare to her?
All these years, she had never heard any sign that Tang Guo was about to cross the tribulation. Perhaps her cultivation had never advanced a single step.
After she passed her tribulation, killing Tang Guo would be nothing at all.
Leng Yeling looked at the gathering thunderclouds and felt a bit afraid. He quickly called out, “Ling’er, are you alright?”
“Big Brother Yeling, don’t worry. I will be fine.” Feng Feiling’s lips carried a smile. She was absolutely confident about crossing this tribulation. Even though the thunderclouds looked terrifying, they were nothing to her.
She narrowed her eyes, her gaze sweeping over Leng Yeling’s anxious face, and she sneered in her heart. Look at this, this is a man, a man without any principles.
Clearly, he knew she had done many terrible things, yet because of a life-saving grace from back then, he stood by her side so blindly. She had already seen through the nature of men like this long ago.
Just like in her past life. When he learned that the little girl who had dragged him out had been Tang Guo, he had protected Tang Guo without leaving her side. Once he knew Tang Guo liked Bai Wuqing, he simply stepped back and stopped thinking about her, even helping the two of them come together.
Once he knew that she, Feng Feiling, had plotted against Tang Guo, he had crippled her spiritual root without hesitation.
She would never forget the agony of having her spiritual root crippled.
She lifted her head, looking at the brewing lightning tribulation, then glanced at Leng Yeling, and an idea formed in her mind. Why not use Leng Yeling’s body to celebrate her success in crossing the tribulation?
Over these years, she had obtained quite a few opportunities. Although Heaven constantly targeted her, it could not cover everything. The occasional leaks had given her plenty of benefits.
So guiding the tribulation cloud to strike above Leng Yeling’s head was a very easy thing to do.
Tang Guo, hiding in the shadows, was not surprised when she saw this, though she had not expected Feng Feiling to plan on doing it ahead of time.
“She’s planning…” Mo Yuntian saw what was happening, and his face looked especially terrible. “To guide the lightning tribulation onto Yeling’s head?”
“Even if that’s the case, the two of them together should still be able to survive the tribulation, right?” Ziyun Zhenren rubbed his chin, a little puzzled, and narrowed his eyes. “Unless there’s something else going on.”
“Just watch. Later, when Leng Yeling can’t hold on, Brother Mo, you can just toss a lightning rod on his head, can’t you?”
Mo Yuntian nodded. Even if he did not want this disciple anymore, he still did not want to watch him die miserably under the tribulation.
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