Protect Our Patriarch-Chapter 78Book 5: : Bloodline Promotion! An Ye’s Sword Intent of the Common People

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If Yuntai An could still move, he would have fought Wei Qingyun to the death. This was just too much bullying!

Fortunately, the Tree of Fortune avenged Yuntai An.

Though its branches seemed soft and weak, each time they struck Wei Qingyun, a faint green light would escape from his body.

These were the original forces of the Tree of Fortune that he had previously stolen.

These original forces were part of the Tree of Fortune’s life essence, forcibly extracted by an evil formation and used by Wei Qingyun.

Now, as these forces were drawn out of Wei Qingyun, they were pulled back into the Tree of Fortune as if guided by an invisible force, returning home like swallows to their nests.

In just a moment, Wei Qingyun's face turned ashen.

He looked like a gambler who had lost for days, crawling out of a casino, enveloped by a cloud of bad luck.

Oh no, this is the backlash from exhausting the original forces!

Wei Qingyun shivered with a sense of foreboding.

The Wei Clan had used the "Heaven Seizing Formation" to extract the Tree of Fortune’s original forces before, and they were well aware of the aftereffects.

The original forces of the Tree of Fortune were stolen, and while using them, one would be blessed with fortune and prosperity. But once exhausted, the protection of these forces would vanish, and the backlash of the heavens would follow.

In this state of backlash, the user's fortune would plummet to an extremely low level, commonly known as "bad luck overhead."

In such a state, everything would go wrong.

Buying something would result in getting a defective product, eating a spirit fruit would reveal a worm, and these were the minor issues. Encountering a mortal enemy upon stepping out, or getting caught doing something inappropriate due to coincidences were the real problems. At the worst, even cultivation could go awry for inexplicable reasons.

Fortunately, the Wei Clan had experience with this and would usually find a safe place to lie low, doing nothing until the original forces were completely exhausted, avoiding guests, staying indoors, and even pausing cultivation to minimize the adverse effects of the backlash.

But in the current situation, Wei Qingyun had no chance to lie low.

The ninth heavenly thunder had yet to strike, and the ownership of the Sword and Formation Manual was still undecided. Starting to have bad luck now... Wei Qingyun could hardly imagine the consequences!

"You little brat, how dare you!"

Wei Qingyun, both shocked and furious, reached out to grab the Tree of Fortune, intending to control it no matter what.

However, the Tree of Fortune was prepared. After reclaiming its remaining original forces, it quickly scurried away.

Malnourished for years, its main root was weak and slow. But now, freed from its bindings, it was determined, moving with all its roots and branches like an octopus, rolling and crawling to hide behind Wang Anye.

Only then did it feel at ease, peeking out from behind Wang Anye, taunting Wei Qingyun with a "nya-nya" sound and making a face as if to say, "Catch me if you can."

Not only that, it wrapped its roots and branches around Wang Anye, rubbing against him affectionately.

"Yiya~"

This is the feeling, this is the taste! Yiya, this is my true destined one~~

The Tree of Fortune was so excited it couldn't contain itself, feeling happier than ever before!

However, while it was overjoyed, Wei Qingyun was about to explode with anger.

Having barely withstood the eighth tribulation thunder, he was already severely injured, suppressing his wounds with profound energy. This agitation disrupted his energy, worsening his injuries, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Truly, anger to the point of vomiting blood.

Just as he was about to ignore his injuries and rush to capture the Tree of Fortune.

Suddenly!

A terrifying pressure descended from the sky.

In that brief moment, the ninth heavenly thunder had reached its peak.

The rolling tribulation clouds rumbled, and thick currents of electricity danced like golden snakes, brewing a destructive power that pressed down on everyone like a mountain.

Wei Qingyun and Yuntai An felt their scalps tingle.

This ninth thunder was the strongest of the divine tribulation lightning, with unparalleled power. Even a pinnacle-level Purple Mansion Realm cultivator would need to be fully prepared to withstand it, or risk perishing.

Let alone their current injured state; even at their peak, they might not survive. In their current condition, taking a hit would likely be fatal.

Their lives depended on who the final thunder would strike.

The moment of fate had arrived.

As the two prepared for a desperate fight, nervously watching the sky.

Suddenly.

Wang Anye, sitting before the Sword Comprehension Tablet, opened his eyes.

At the same time, his aura changed, and a soaring sword intent erupted from him.

The sword intent was vast and majestic, with an expansive and boundless aura like the bright moon in the sky, capable of encompassing all things and bearing all life, grand and unending.

This sword intent contained so much that they couldn't describe it.

Normally, the purer the sword intent, the better. The purer the sword intent, the sharper it is, and naturally, the more powerful.

However, this sword intent defied their understanding.

The sword intent contained so much, yet it was not chaotic, nor did it interfere with itself, instead forming an indescribable powerful force, heavy as a mountain yet sharp beyond compare, as if it could cleave the heavens and earth.

Hard work pays off. Amidst the chaotic divine tribulation lightning, Wang Anye's sword intent finally formed.

"Hiss!"

Sword Ji instinctively gasped, murmuring, "What, what, what is this sword intent? How is it so strong?"

Wei Qingyun and Yuntai An were equally shocked, momentarily forgetting the impending tribulation thunder.

"A sword as a blade can cleave the heavens and earth, a sword as a shield can protect all life." Wang Anye smiled, calmly stating his understanding, "This is the sword intent I comprehended from the Sword Tablet, known as the 'Sword Intent of All Life'!"

As he spoke, the tribulation thunder, brewed to its peak, was stirred by this sword intent, suddenly rolling and surging.

Heavenly tribulation thunder is naturally induced by the heavenly mechanism. This sword intent was as strong as that of a typical Divine Realm expert.

Instantly, the heavens recognized him as one breaking through.

The rolling tribulation thunder locked onto Wang Anye.

Naturally, the ninth thunder struck down with a "boom," carrying a destructive aura, heading straight for Wang Anye.

Wei Qingyun was initially stunned, then instantly overjoyed: "Hahaha~~! Good! Finally, it's your turn to be struck by lightning!"

A sense of revenge filled his heart, bringing a flush of excitement to his pale face.

Meanwhile, Ji Qianqian, still in Wang Anye's arms, was shocked.

"Not good!"

Almost instinctively, she drew her sword with a "clang," leaping up to face the tribulation thunder. freёnovelkiss.com

In that moment, her mind was blank, with no time to consider whether she could withstand the thunder or what would happen if she was struck.

She simply acted on instinct, wanting to protect Wang Anye.

Even she didn't notice that at the moment she drew her sword, her sword intent subtly changed.

But this change was too subtle, and the situation too urgent for anyone to notice.

"Yiya yiya!"

Amidst the rolling thunder, the Tree of Fortune's terrified screams echoed.

As a tree, it had an innate fear of heavenly tribulations, and was now trembling uncontrollably, unable to move, but its fine roots clung tightly to Wang Anye.

In this tense and oppressive atmosphere.

Wang Anye's calm and reassuring voice suddenly rang out.

"Do not worry."

At the same time.

"Buzz~"

With a sound like a deep, ancient bell, a long sword with an ancient shape rose into the air, hovering above Wang Anye's head, exuding a majestic pressure.

The shape of the ancient sword was all too familiar, and Sword Ji's eyes widened in disbelief: "Years, Years?! This is Years!"

As they exclaimed, Wang Anye had already grasped the hilt of the Divine Spirit Artifact long sword "Years," channeling his profound energy, and with a flick of his wrist, swung the sword at the tribulation thunder in the sky.

"Boom!"

The terrifying sword intent erupted.

In the next moment, it collided with the descending tribulation thunder with unstoppable force.

The booming thunderclap, accompanied by the sword's hum, reverberated throughout the entire sword tomb.

The terrifying shockwave swept out, causing even the rolling tribulation clouds in the sky and the ancient swords standing in the sword tomb to tremble violently under the impact.

As a Peerless Prodigy, although Wang Anye was only at the second level of the Purple Mansion Realm, his bloodline had awakened to the seventh level, higher than both Yuntai An and Wei Qingyun, not to mention Ji Qianqian, who was only at the fifth level.

With the advantage of a powerful bloodline, his actual combat power was no less than Yuntai An and Wei Qingyun, possibly even surpassing them. Coupled with the powerful "Sword Intent of All Life" he had just comprehended and the addition of the Divine Spirit Artifact long sword "Years," the power of his full-force strike was already approaching the pinnacle of the Purple Mansion Realm!

Under the impact of the sword intent, the terrifying final divine tribulation thunder was forcibly split in two by his sword.

Although not completely dissipated, its power was reduced by nearly half, losing its previous terrifying might that seemed capable of cleaving the heavens and earth.

Everyone present was stunned, almost speechless with shock.

Wei Qingyun's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped, Yuntai An was completely captivated by the sword, and Sword Ji was so excited she almost forgot to breathe. Even the Tree of Fortune, which didn't understand swords, waved its branches in excitement.

In the blink of an eye, the residual power of the tribulation thunder, shaken by the sword intent, regrouped and once again struck down toward Wang Anye.

Wang Anye was about to raise his sword to meet it again.

But at that moment.

Gusts of wind swept in, causing the tribulation clouds in the sky to stir.

The residual power of the tribulation thunder trembled slightly, inexplicably splitting into two, bypassing Wang Anye and heading straight for the fallen Yuntai An and Wei Qingyun.

"What the...!"

Hadn't the thunder already been halved? How could it still change direction?!

Wei Qingyun's scalp tingled, and his excitement at seeing Wang Anye struck by lightning was doused like cold water, chilling him to the core.

His face was grim, but his hands didn't dare pause, immediately pulling out a pill and swallowing it.

[Sixth Grade Heaven Seizing Holy Pill]!

This was the only sixth-grade pill he had, capable of seizing the fortune of heaven, allowing him to recover all his injuries in a short time and unleash power beyond his limits.

Though the cost of taking this pill was severe, with the risk of internal organs shattering after the effect wore off, he had no choice in the current situation.

The pill dissolved in his stomach, transforming into a scorching energy that surged through his body.

Wei Qingyun felt invigorated, his injuries healed, and the profound energy in his meridians surged like a mighty river, instantly returning to peak condition.

Around him, a majestic aura rose, as if something was burning, spreading uncontrollably.

This was the amplification effect of the Heaven Seizing Holy Pill.

In the brief delay, the residual power of the tribulation thunder had already reached him.

Wei Qingyun immediately channeled his profound energy, fully activating the Divine Treasure Shield in his hand.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion, the tribulation thunder struck the Divine Treasure Shield.

The shield trembled violently, and Wei Qingyun's face turned pale, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

This was the final divine tribulation thunder, capable of severely injuring even a properly prepared Divine Realm cultivator. Though Wang Anye had intercepted it, leaving only a quarter of its power, it was still not something he could easily withstand without preparation.

In an instant, the terrifying lightning engulfed Wei Qingyun and his Divine Treasure Shield.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Yuntai An also faced the residual power of a tribulation thunder.

Yuntai An was already at his limit, having exhausted his trump cards against the previous six thunders, unable to withstand even a quarter of a tribulation thunder.

As the lightning drew closer, despair flashed in Yuntai An's eyes, but he still gripped his sword tightly.

Damn it, Yuntai An had never accepted fate! Even if he were to die, he would die fighting, not lying down waiting for death!

But as he struggled to draw the last of his profound energy and prepare to strike.

Suddenly.

"Zheng!" "Zheng!" "Zheng! Zheng! Zheng..."

A series of sword hums, like the vibration of harp strings, echoed as the swords in the sword tomb broke free from the ground, shooting into the air.

Yuntai An looked up in astonishment to see the swords in the tomb, centered around the Divine Spirit Artifact long sword "Years," forming a sword formation above him, protecting him within.

Nearby, Wang Anye raised his hand, controlling the sword formation with focus.

The residual power of the tribulation thunder struck the sword formation.

The violent lightning crackled between the swords, emitting a wild energy.

However, all this energy was blocked by the sword formation, leaving Yuntai An unharmed within.

In the glow of the lightning, Wang Anye's upright figure appeared grand and majestic.

Yuntai An stared, dazed, at the scene, unable to recover for a long time.

After a while, the residual power of the tribulation thunder finally dissipated.

In the sky, the dark tribulation clouds gradually dispersed, and sunlight once again shone down, illuminating the entire sword tomb.

Beside Wang Anye, Wei Qingyun lay like a dead dog at the bottom of a pit blasted by the heavenly thunder, his body charred, devoid of any noble demeanor.

Wang Anye's sword formation dispersed, and the swords returned to the ground in the sword tomb.

The disastrous tribulation was finally over.

At the same time, the clouds in the sky emitted a five-colored light, and large droplets of sweet rain fell, showering the people below.

This sweet rain was pure essence of heaven and earth, capable of cleansing the body and enhancing the bloodline.

Such is the nature of tribulations; those who survive the trials are rewarded by the heavens.

Seeing this, Yuntai An finally snapped out of his daze, his eyes brightening and a wide smile spreading across his face.

It turned out that deceiving the heavens to trigger a tribulation still resulted in sweet rain. Since he had endured the most heavenly thunders, he would likely receive the most benefits.

With this sweet rain, the previous hardships and losses were worth it!

However, as he eagerly awaited the sweet rain to fall on him, a small portion, about one-tenth, drifted away and landed on Ji Yanxiu in the distance.

That kid survived?

Yuntai An's face twitched slightly, feeling a bit pained.

Well, that kid did endure the first heavenly thunder, even if it was the weakest. It's reasonable for him to receive some "sweet rain." A mere tenth can be overlooked.

But then, the distribution of the sweet rain by the heavens became puzzling to Yuntai An.

The remaining majority of the sweet rain was divided into four portions, but their sizes kept changing, as if the heavens were calculating the appropriate amount for each person.

This tribulation process was indeed extraordinarily complex, no wonder even the heavens were struggling to calculate.

After a while, the sweet rain finally divided into four portions, with the largest taking about forty percent, and the remaining three each taking about twenty percent.

Forty percent?

Yuntai An smacked his lips, slightly dissatisfied.

He was the man who endured the most heavenly tribulations! How could he only get forty percent? Never mind, forty percent is still the most... huh?

Yuntai An's eyes widened, his face falling instantly.

The largest portion of sweet rain was drifting toward Wang Anye. He was only getting a mere twenty percent.

Why?

Wang Anye had been comprehending the sword the entire time, only splitting the ninth thunder in two at the last moment and then using a sword formation to block half of it for him.

Could the heavens really be so petty, punishing him for cursing a few times?

Unfortunately, no matter how capable Yuntai An was, he couldn't interfere with the heavens' decision.

The heavens had their own set of rules.

Besides Wang Anye's forty percent and Yuntai An's twenty percent, Wei Qingyun and Ji Qianqian each received twenty percent.

Wei Qingyun, severely injured, was pleased to see twenty percent of the sweet rain coming his way.

Though he felt he had suffered a great loss, the compensation of the sweet rain somewhat alleviated it.

But just then.

A gust of wind swept through the canyon, blowing Wei Qingyun's twenty percent of the sweet rain off course, sending it drifting toward Wang Anye.

"What the...!"

Wei Qingyun's parched lips uttered two words, his face contorting in anger.

He reached out, trying to grasp the sweet rain, but it drifted further away, sinking his heart.

Watching the sweet rain about to fall on Wang Anye, he felt his heart shatter.

No wonder he was unlucky.

The first wave of fortune dispel backlash merely neutralized his previous good fortune, reducing it from eighty to zero, making his fortune average.

But the second wave, after the original forces of the Tree of Fortune were extracted, was deadly.

Now, Wei Qingyun's fortune was effectively negative eighty.

With such bad luck, he could break a leg just walking, or face life-threatening danger drinking water, utterly cursed.

In this state, losing the sweet rain to the wind was entirely reasonable. If he had received it, that would have been unreasonable.

Thus, Wang Anye ended up with sixty percent of the sweet rain (essence of heaven and earth).

The gentle energy seeped into him, cleansing his body, making him feel as if he were soaking in a hot spring, a comfortable sensation enveloping him.

Simultaneously, Wang Anye's long-dormant bloodline power began to awaken again, advancing from the initial stage of the seventh level to the mid-stage.

In terms of bloodline aptitude, he advanced from Peerless Prodigy D-grade to Peerless Prodigy C-grade mid-stage!

Meanwhile, Yuntai An, though receiving only twenty percent of the sweet rain, saw significant effects as he was only a great prodigy at the Purple Mansion Realm, with his bloodline awakened to the sixth level. The sweet rain propelled him from great prodigy B-grade to great prodigy A-grade!

Originally, Yuntai An's great prodigy B-grade aptitude made competing for the royal manual challenging, but now, with his aptitude at great prodigy A-grade, he stood out even among the imperial family of the celestial dynasty, naturally making it easier to gain the manual's favor, opening up new paths.

"Well, well, those six heavenly thunders weren't endured in vain." Yuntai An's previously heavy heart lightened.

Additionally.

Ji Qianqian gained even more.

Though also a great prodigy, she was only at the Celestial Realm, with her bloodline awakened to the fifth level. The same twenty percent of sweet rain elevated her from great prodigy D-grade to great prodigy B-grade. It was a stroke of fortune.

Her eyes widened, almost unable to believe her senses.

"Brother Yuntai." Wang Anye cupped his hands from afar, "Today's events were strange. I was comprehending sword intent, so why did divine tribulation clouds appear?"

"It's understandable that Brother Anye doesn't know. Such occurrences are extremely rare." Yuntai An, knowledgeable and experienced, explained, "I read in some ancient texts in my clan's Scripture Repository that during the Shenwu Royal Dynasty, someone developed a [Deceiving Heaven Lightning Summoning Talisman], specifically to deceive the heavens and trigger tribulations. However, it was deemed of little use and quite dangerous, so it was banned as a [Prohibited Talisman] since the Shenwu period."

Under the sweet rain's effect, his injuries were mostly healed, and though disheveled, he spoke with the bearing of a celestial dynasty royal.

"I see." Wang Anye expressed gratitude, "I learned something new today."

"How can it be useless? For low-level cultivators like us, it can be used to harvest sweet rain." Ji Qianqian was invigorated, "If I had another [Deceiving Heaven Lightning Summoning Talisman], I could become a Peerless Prodigy!"

"Miss Qianqian, don't be naive." Yuntai An shook his head, "Firstly, deceiving the heavens always brings hidden dangers, especially when advancing to the Divine Realm and facing divine tribulation clouds again, which will be fraught with difficulties. Cheating once has significant consequences, let alone twice. Fortunately, we weren't the masterminds this time, so we'll be less affected."

"Secondly, the Shenwu Royal Dynasty banned it mainly because overuse disrupts and disorders the heavenly laws. If the heavens are disturbed, how can the world not be in chaos? If the heavens collapse, the world will be destroyed."

"Let me share some top-secret information." Yuntai An said mysteriously, "The inventor of the [Deceiving Heaven Lightning Summoning Talisman] was called the [Evil Formation Immortal], who specialized in sinister and unorthodox matters. Dissatisfied with the talisman's prohibition, he caused significant disturbances, leading to severe consequences, and was eventually listed as one of the Top Ten Wanted Criminals by the Shenwu Royal Dynasty!"

"Then forget it. I'm content being a great prodigy B-grade." Ji Qianqian shivered, not expecting the depth of the water surrounding the Deceiving Heaven Lightning Summoning Talisman.

Top Ten Wanted Criminals?

Wang Anye frowned slightly.

He recalled the [Blood Venerable], also one of the Top Ten Wanted Criminals. A single Blood Venerable had caused upheaval during the Shenwu period, with influence extending to the present.

That Evil Formation Immortal was likely another figure who troubled the Holy Emperor.

The Shenwu period was indeed powerful, with countless strong individuals, but it also had its share of monsters and demons.

"Poof!"

Listening to their conversation, Wei Qingyun spat blood again, his face, already black as the bottom of a pot, turning even uglier.

He knew the consequences of using the Deceiving Heaven Lightning Summoning Talisman. But in a critical moment, how could he not use it? As long as he obtained the Sword Formation Manual, his family's abundant resources could overcome the adverse effects.

Yet now, they reaped the benefits, while he, Wei Qingyun, bore the brunt of the blame!

"Yiya yiya~~"

After the crisis, the Tree of Fortune recovered, clinging to Wang Anye, rubbing its branches against him, pitifully seeking adoption and shelter.

"You want to become my life-bound spirit tree?" Wang Anye asked.

"Yiya yiya hey." The Tree of Fortune nodded its trunk repeatedly, eagerly "looking" at Wang Anye, full of anticipation.

"I see you're too weak, likely due to excessive loss of original forces." Wang Anye gently stroked its branches, "Forming a life-bound contract requires consuming original forces, which would be harmful to you now. If you're willing to follow me, rest and recover first. I'll consult my Granny Li Xian on how to replenish your original forces."

"Yiya ya." The Tree of Fortune cheered, hugging Wang Anye and rubbing against him, clearly determined to stick with him.

"Poof!"

Wei Qingyun's eyes widened in anger, spitting blood once more.He really wished he could faint and avoid the trouble, but his mind was far too clear, and he just couldn't pass out!

Poor him, he could only watch helplessly as Wang Anye pocketed all the benefits one by one.

"This truly is a happy and perfect ending for everyone," Sword Ji and Formation Ji sighed, "Though, this little sapling is indeed a bit pitiful."

At this moment, aside from Wei Qingyun, who was the only exception, the atmosphere was extremely harmonious and warm.

Hiding in the Years, Ji Wuchen saw that the matter was resolved, and since no one noticed him, he quietly prepared to sneak into Wang Anye's Boundless Treasure Ring to avoid affecting Anye's inheritance of the tome.

However, he had only moved halfway when Sword Ji and Formation Ji, with their sharp eyes, spotted him.

"Ji Wuchen!" Sword Ji's eyes turned fierce, and she shouted sharply, "You heartless old man, how dare you still try to hide?!"

"Ji Wuchen! Do you think that just because you hide in the Years, I wouldn't recognize you? Dream on! Even if you turned to ashes, we'd still recognize you." Formation Ji also came to her senses, her body trembling with anger, and for the first time, her lazy face showed an expression of fury, "You wicked old man, you actually imprisoned us sisters for over seven thousand years! Seven thousand years! Do you know how we lived through that?!"

The "Years" sword suddenly froze, coming to an abrupt stop.

Ji Wuchen?!

Ji Qianqian's beautiful eyes widened, filled with surprise and confusion.

Isn't Ji Wuchen the name of their family's Ancestor? But now, besides herself and Anye, there were only the three of them and the sword. Where was the Ancestor?

However, while she didn't know where Ji Wuchen was, Wang Anye did.

He twitched the corner of his mouth.

Master, oh Master, the mess you created, you have to deal with it yourself. This time, your disciple can't save you.