Really? Are there actually pills that can make someone this honest once consumed?

Ling Wuce looked dumbfounded at the Grand Monk who had exposed his entire foundation.

Then he glanced at Yan Bing, who seemed unfazed by any pain.

Why did it suddenly feel like that Pharmacist was even more sinister than the evil identities of these two?

"Sir!"

The sound of hurried footsteps approached from outside, and soon a Palace Guard entered, looking flustered and panicked.

"Something major has happened outside the city gates!"

What major event could occur?

All the people who needed to be caught were caught, except for that damned little mole. Could it be that something blind would dare to cause trouble in Zhanzhou Prefecture again?

Zhao Yulin's face was full of disdain, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth at the thought of Han Yu.

"Oh no! The Omen Stars above their heads are all shining!"

Nansheng, who had been silent for a while, suddenly covered her mouth in surprise. Just after the guard's report, visible to the naked eye, a red glow appeared above everyone's heads more or less.

——

"See, nothing at all happened."

After nightfall, Han Yu said this to Glass in the Sea of Consciousness.

Since returning, this guy had been muttering incessantly.

"I always feel uneasy after using your clever tricks."

When Heaven sends disasters, meddling recklessly could easily drag oneself into it. A clever trick is just that and doesn't mean it wasn't done.

The outcome of being involved is evident with those four unlucky people.

Yan Bing and the Grand Monk are now half dead and taken away by the Guardian Mansion.

Flower Monk and Liu Yaoyao fared worse, swept away into unknown life or death.

In all seriousness, these were just caught in someone else's disaster.

Han Yu deliberately provoked it, who knows if it might cause a greater disaster.

After a long sermon, Han Yu couldn't help but feel anxious.

Fortunately, the whole day passed without incident.

"Do you really think natural disasters have a mind of their own?"

Han Yu's casually dismissive comment suddenly prompted a loud rumble.

A lightning bolt inexplicably exploded over Zhanzhou City, striking the inn's rooftop with a water-snake-thick thunder.

In a blink, bricks and tiles turned to dust. The thunder pierced through, and the arc of light hit Han Yu's bewildered face.

Heavenly thunder hits the face!

Glass hid in the Sea of Consciousness, unwilling to watch.

Electric arcs scattered throughout the entire room as Han Yu stood in the dazzling lightning, his whole body shaking like a sieve.

His hair stood on end, his face twitched continuously, and his facial features almost scrunched into a ball.

The entire process lasted for a whole twenty breaths before it gradually subsided.

Phew!

Han Yu exhaled a thick smoke before collapsing to the floor. The feeling was too intense.

Both numb and painful, though it didn't cause any harm, it almost... almost shocked the pee out of him.

Before he could get up, another thicker bolt of lightning struck down.

This time the power was evidently greater than before, and the thunder entered his body with currents rampaging around him.

At this point, Han Yu was beyond just trembling.

His entire body had been stimulated, now involuntarily writhing and dancing.

Another twenty breaths passed before Han Yu finally stood with trembling legs.

Rumbling!

Above the broken rooftop, thick clouds gathered, and amidst rolling clouds, flashes of lightning intertwined, with thunder brewing ominously.

Oh snap!

It's coming again! This place is no longer safe.

Han Yu's face turned green with fear immediately.

Watching the accumulated thunder that seemed to be almost ready, this time it would probably be as thick as an arm!

Who can withstand this thing? He couldn't bother with his shaky legs anymore.

He immediately spread his wings and dashed out through the broken rooftop. Only after leaving the inn did he notice a dozen figures standing there.

Zhao Yulin had originally been leading a group out of the city, and when passing by, he happened to witness this scene.

In broad daylight under the full moon, without wind or rain, the sudden thunderbolt targeted just one spot.

The person inside must have committed such grievous misdeeds to be struck by lightning.

Soon a figure flew out of the inn, looking disheveled.

At a glance, Zhao Yulin recognized him and gritted his teeth.

Isn't it this damned little mole?

It's simply infuriating. The entirety of Zhanzhou Prefecture's Guardian Mansion Guards have been searching for him, yet this guy casually stayed right here.

Thinking back to standing foolishly in place twice, it dawned on him that this bastard probably used Earth Escape to return straight away!

The more he thought, the more plausible it seemed, and Zhao Yulin's face immediately turned black as the bottom of a pot.

"Elder Ling, that's the brat."

Zhao Yulin pointed angrily at Han Yu in mid-air, speaking toward Ling Wuce beside him.

Ling Wuce looked up at the sky, his expression immediately revealing a shocked look.

"Wow! This person is really bizarre!"

Nansheng also peeked, then softly exclaimed.

In her view, Han Yu's head was entirely shrouded in a dense fog, impenetrable.

She couldn't discern any traces of fortune or misfortune.

Such a situation was something her master never taught her, so she hurriedly looked at her master.

The key is, damn it, I've never encountered this before!

Although Ling Wuce appeared calm on the surface, inside, his mind was in turmoil.

Everything in the world has its own fate from the moment of birth.

Fortunes, misfortunes, life, and death cycle endlessly, with ups and downs.

Yet, there really has never been someone whose fortune and fate cannot be discerned.

You must know, in his long life, be it ordinary people or even Transcendent Realm cultivators, he could always gauge some fate, for better or worse.

"Truly strange beyond measure."

He could only speak thus, sighing, unable to find any words to explain to his young disciple.

At present, his interest in Han Yu grew even more.

Such a person is simply a treasure for a cultivator like him, who delves into fate and reveres the Heavenly Dao.

If he could gain any insight, surely his understanding of fate could reach a whole new level.

"He's trying to run! Everyone, surround him!"

Zhao Yulin hurriedly exclaimed in shock, noticing Han Yu above suddenly turning as if to escape into the void.

Since they discovered Han Yu, Han Yu naturally discovered them as well.

"Why is it them again?"

Han Yu, having just rushed out of the guest room, immediately spotted them, feeling a headache.

"I advise you to escape as far as possible."

Glass's face tight inside the Sea of Consciousness, and whenever it showed this expression, it was never a good sign.

"That old man with the child beside the guardian is in the Realm of Transcendence."

Dammit!

Upon hearing this, Han Yu immediately turned, intending to slip away.

Nowadays, a Transcendent Realm could easily handle him, especially since every encounter with a Transcendent Realm cultivator spelled trouble.

He didn't expect Zhao Yulin to react so quickly, organizing his subordinates to surround him.

Nine Divine Gaze Realm cultivators flew in from different directions, instantly blocking all his escape routes.

"Catch him with me!"

Zhao Yulin also leaped and rushed through the air, being the first to charge towards Han Yu.

The remaining nine cultivators acted simultaneously, surrounding him with grand momentum.

Crack!

The thunderclouds stirred from brewing lightning, a bolt more powerful than Han Yu imagined suddenly breaking the night sky.

A light as thick as a bowl fell from the sky, suddenly splitting into a dozen arcs, striking everyone.

Zhao Yulin, charging the fiercest, was the first to be hit, his expression changing dramatically as the violent currents coursed through his body.

Then he felt his whole body go numb, his True Essence suddenly halted, losing the power of flight and crashing heavily to the ground.

Falling, he still wore an incredulous expression; a Great Perfection cultivator like him was brought down by a single bolt of lightning?

"This isn't ordinary lightning!"

Ling Wuce raised his eyes at the arcs dispersing in the sky, each containing an aura of a disaster tribulation.

Tribulation Thunder?

The words instantly filled his mind, finding it unbelievable.

According to ancient texts, Tribulation Thunder only occurs for those with immense sin, contempt from heaven, or defiance of heaven. How could it appear here?

Han Yu narrowly dodged an arc, looking up to see Zhao Yulin crashing headfirst into the ground.

The remaining nine cultivators fared no better, each struck by an arc, flailing in the air before falling like dumplings.

Crack!

A complete chain of lightning surged from the clouds, its mighty force turning Zhanzhou City's night sky into day.

Han Yu, terrified, turned pale, fleeing without looking back.

The thunderclouds lingered for long, accumulating lightning faster and faster, and moments later, another bolt fell, causing Han Yu to flee in panic.

"Do you feel like you're being herded?"

Glass in the Sea of Consciousness suddenly spoke with an eerie expression.

From its perspective, despite Han Yu's frantic escape and being struck, the direction seemed to point outside the city.

At first, it didn't feel much, but every time Han Yu tried to turn around, a bolt would fall, forcing him back.

"What do you mean?"

Han Yu asked while fleeing.

"I suspect this wave of lightning is drawn by your earlier cunning; it's trying to force you out of the city."

This lightning came suspiciously, targeting Han Yu from the start, and still does.

"I just piled up two earthen mounds, and now heaven and lightning would strike? Talk about unreasonable."

Han Yu lamented while Glass helplessly waved its hand.

"It's now stating a principle to you."

"Interfering with disaster tribulation leads to death!"

Upon hearing this, Han Yu cursed inwardly, damn stingy.

Now, not only lightning strikes but the clouds above are drifting outside the city.

The Artifact Spirit's guess needs no further proof; it's forcing him out of the city.

What's outside the city?

Why must they force me out?

With such doubts, Han Yu was continually forced back outside.

A mile outside the city, a gigantic whirlwind spun in place, its howling winds sharply piercing the ears, the gale ravaging its surroundings.

No one could stand within a mile radius now, several junior cultivators retreating again and again, now taking refuge behind the city gates, trembling in terror as they watched the distance.

"Messengers have been sent. Why hasn't the lord arrived yet?"

A cultivator spoke with a pale face, such heavenly might; without a way to resist, Zhanzhou City is doomed.

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