dognovel Chapter 174 Yang Jiao Achieves Great Completion, Heavenly Immortal Realm Tribulation
Chapter 174 Yang Jiao Achieves Great Completion, Heavenly Immortal Realm Tribulation
Another winter has arrived.
A chilling aura permeated the cold wind, and suddenly, the spiritual energy in Yang Jian's room fluctuated rapidly.
At first glance, everything in the room seemed slightly distorted.
His tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open, his dark pupils like an abyss, instantly illuminating the entire room.
"He's broken through to the Earth Immortal realm!"
Yang Jian smiled faintly, a touch of tenderness softening his usually cold and stern face.
"It's been two years. My sister should be out of seclusion in another year."
He got up impatiently, and as soon as he opened the door, a small figure tumbled in with a cry of "Ouch!"
Yang Jian caught it with lightning speed, and out of the corner of his eye, he could still catch a glimpse of the small stool that had been kicked over by the door.
"You come to my door so often, don't you?"
Xiao Yangchan instinctively clenched the candy in her hand, hid it behind her back, and timidly called out:
"elder brother."
Yang Jian responded with a smile:
"Hey, is our Chan'er still craving something sweet?"
His gaze swept over Yang Chan again, and Yang Jian nodded, answering his own question:
"Still craving it? Two-year-old, but growing up very well."
Yang Chan is just over two years old, but she is already quite chubby, and you can still see a few dimples on the back of her hands under her jacket.
She pouted, gave her naughty brother a dissatisfied look, then turned around like a chubby little girl, picked up the stool, and spoke in a soft, sweet voice:
"I'm not looking at my brother anymore, I'm going to look at my sister instead."
Yang Jian raised an eyebrow as he watched his third sister leave, then wandered around the gate of the mansion.
Before he even got close, he could hear the soft whimpering of a puppy. He strode forward, squatted down in front of the cabin, and before his joy could fully fill his heart, his brows suddenly furrowed.
Inside the cabin, a small white dog with its eyes just opened was lying on a thick straw mat.
Is this reasonable? !
He glanced at the yellow dog that suddenly ran up to him wagging its tail, then glanced at the white dog inside.
He asked with great difficulty:
"You gave birth to them?"
"Wang Wang Wang!"
The celestial dogs barked happily. Fortunately, the elixir only changed their color and appearance, but their genetics remained the same. As expected, they finally gave birth to a white cub!
The puppy inside has short white fur all over its body, with a little black on the tips of its ears, and black fur mixed in with the fine down on its limbs.
Yang Jian poked the white dog's tail, and after it coiled up into a circle, he was still puzzled:
"But how can a yellow dog give birth to a white dog?"
Upon hearing this, the female tengu immediately lay down on the ground, revealing the only white patch on her belly, her paws resting on it.
"Wang Wang Wang!"
"You mean... if you have a little bit of white on your body, it's reasonable for you to have a white dog?"
Yang Jian is already six years old!
I'm not at an age where I can be easily fooled!
Two yellow dogs could never produce white puppies, unless... they ate too many insects?
Yang Jian, who had been forced to accept this situation, looked at the two yellow dogs excitedly pushing the little white dog towards him with a troubled expression.
"You want me to take it back?"
"Wang Wang!"
But the dog was still too young. Yang Jian thought that although the dog was white, it met the requirements for entering the manor.
but!
The puppy needs milk, and the mosquito-like creature is hard to soothe when it cries...
And at this time, the irrigation outlet.
Two years later, the River God Temple has undergone a complete transformation.
The Thousand-Mile Eye and the Wind-Following Ear, who were stationed in front of the temple, dared not slack off because their little aunt was in seclusion for cultivation. Although the two of them were not very talented, they did not fall behind in any way.
Otherwise, what if the great war of gods begins later, and you can't outrun others, and they die first?
The two brothers dared not slack off even a little in order to die in the Investiture of the Gods.
Inside the river god temple, which was already adorned with red silk, incense smoke continued to rise steadily.
A figure slowly emerged from the statue, and upon landing, it suddenly possessed a physical form. The river god, having received sufficient offerings, came to life.
He looked around, wearing the familiar light blue Taoist robe and sporting his signature squinty eyes.
The smile suddenly froze:
"This river god has regained his original form, why is no one here to congratulate me?"
It was quiet all around.
Even the willow and peach trees outside showed no sign of joy, except for the faint sound of the cold wind rustling their branches.
The river god's treatment has declined again.
The statue, which had been inhabited for three years, had not been submerged in water for a long time.
As he stepped out of the River God Temple and approached the two demons in their true forms, he waved his hand, turning the Thousand-Mile Eyes into gold and the Wind-Following Ears into silver.
Looking at it instantly improved my mood.
The river god slowly walked to the bank of the Guankou River, impatiently stepped onto the water, and slowly sank.
A squinting smile, an indescribable satisfaction on his face:
"It's still most comfortable to stay in the river~"
……
The third year of the Great Celestial Immortal Technique.
Yang Jian was still in meditation. Although he had reached the mid-stage of Earth Immortal, he showed no signs of waking up.
On this day, Yang Jiao, who had been cultivating for three sweltering summer days, had her long, curled eyelashes slowly tremble above her tightly closed eyes.
The anger in my chest never dissipated.
After the last breath, the true energy flowed down, circulating throughout the body, and then let out a comfortable moan.
I stretched out a big yawn.
Yang Jiao learned the Great Celestial Immortal Technique and broke through to the Celestial Immortal realm.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the sun blazing outside, the scorching heat filling the earth, and the dazzling sunlight shining on every corner of the house.
"I've finally reached the Celestial Realm!"
I just finished shouting.
The temperature, which had been scorching hot just moments before, suddenly dropped.
Dark clouds gathered rapidly in the sky.
Yang Jiao's expression changed drastically. She suddenly remembered the forty-nine lightning tribulations that Lie Tianpeng had suffered when he broke through to the Heavenly Immortal realm, and she immediately ran away in fright.
Sensing the impending tribulation, Yao Ji instantly arrived in the courtyard, where she saw Yang Jiao running around like a headless fly.
Her face showed obvious tension, and Yao Ji quickly pulled her daughter back and instructed her:
"Don't move, sit down quickly and use your magic to protect yourself. Mother will go and set up a formation for you."
This lightning tribulation formation is not for avoiding lightning, but rather to reduce the power of the lightning tribulation to a certain extent, ensuring the safety of those undergoing the tribulation.
The moment Yao Ji left, Mosquito Taoist appeared before Yang Jiao.
Three years had passed, and she was now a ten-year-old child, much taller and more slender. Mosquito Daoist gazed at her intently for several moments before hurriedly saying:
"Yang Jiao isn't afraid, the mosquitoes are here."
"It's not like I haven't shielded you from lightning strikes before. If you can't handle it, just call for mosquitoes."
Forty-nine lightning tribulations!
I don't know how Yang Jiao's small body managed to get through it.
After thinking it over, she transformed into her mosquito form and perched on the pillar, looking on with concern.
Yao Ji quickly returned and arranged forty-nine beads around her daughter to form a formation. Only when she clenched her hands did she realize that her palms were already covered in sweat.
The Celestial Tribulation is actually not considered a major tribulation; very few cultivators fail to overcome it.
But Yao Ji couldn't help feeling nervous.
I wonder how powerful the tribulation my daughter will face.
She looked at the thick, dark clouds in the sky, her brows furrowed tightly, as if locked by an invisible lock, unable to relax for a long time.
After a brief silence, a deafening rumble of thunder suddenly roared through the clouds, so loud that the entire Yang residence trembled.
Hearing the terrifying thunder, Yang Jiao was startled and couldn't help but open one eye to secretly peek upwards.
With just one glance, her face turned deathly pale, devoid of any color, and her body trembled slightly with extreme fear.
My God! This isn't ordinary lightning; it's deadly!
I almost couldn't resist turning and running away.
damned!
I only cursed God a few times, why did He have to strike me with such a thick bolt of lightning?
Yang Jiao inwardly groaned and thought resentfully:
"Why is this happening? When Lie Tianpeng underwent his tribulation, the lightning was only as thick as a finger, and in the end, it was just a single bolt the size of a wrist. But now that I'm undergoing this Celestial Tribulation, these dark clouds seem determined to obliterate me!"
Just then, from within the dark clouds, bolts of purple lightning the size of bowls began to surge forth, flashing with dazzling light and carrying an aura of world destruction, roaring toward Yang Jiao.
"My life is over!"
Yang Jiao screamed in despair, then quickly closed her eyes, daring not to hesitate any longer. She desperately mobilized all the magic power in her body to form a solid shield, tightly protecting her entire body.
In an instant, a loud "boom" was heard.
The first lightning bolt descended from the sky, striking Yang Jiao precisely and powerfully in the back.
In an instant, a heart-wrenching pain spread rapidly from my back throughout my body, as if countless steel needles were simultaneously piercing deep into my bone marrow.
At the same time, a powerful electric current, like a venomous snake, surged up her spine and reached the top of her head in the blink of an eye.
Her long, flowing hair, which had originally fallen smoothly to her waist, stood on end under the stimulation of the electric current.
It turned Yang Jiao into a pincushion.