84 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

Return to Home Page - Raging Dragoness Home 》 Raging Dragoness Info Page 》 Latest Chapter of Raging Dragoness 》 Chapter 84 Chapter 84 Previous Chapter Bookmark Manage Library Return to Index Next Chapter Mingzhu looked at the struggling Baifan, her expression suddenly turning sorrowful, and then she loosened her hand. "Sorry, I got carried away." Baifan glanced at Mingzhu, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately could only sigh helplessly. "Be more careful next time." "Yeah." Upon stepping out of the main hall, they noticed that the moon overhead had turned golden, making the outside look as bright as daytime. Baifan took out the beast-taming pouch to summon the Big Goose, only to find the creature looking drowsy and lethargic. "Old friend, can you still travel?" "Honk." The Big Goose's voice sounded weak, prompting Baifan to put it back into the beast-taming pouch. Turning to Mingzhu, she said, "Looks like we have no mounts left. We'll have to fly ourselves. You can manage that, right?" Mingzhu nodded. "I'm fine." "That's good then." With that, Baifan lightly tapped her foot and soared like a shooting star to their previous location. Ever since entering the Golden Core stage, Baifan felt endless spiritual power coursing through her. Previously, she had to count the number of times she could use a spell and calculate recovery time, but now, exhaustion was no longer a concern. The Golden Core, functioning like a mini power station, would increase its spiritual power output in proportion to her usage. After landing, Baifan still didn't feel she had expended much spiritual power. The flight had taken no time at all. "The Golden Core is truly wonderful." Baifan then turned to check if Mingzhu had caught up, only to see a shining light rapidly approaching, with Mingzhu landing beside her in an instant, leaving Baifan momentarily stunned. She couldn't help but wonder how Mingzhu had caught up so fast when she had clearly started first. Mingzhu, noticing Baifan staring at her, shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Let's go." "Okay." Baifan led the way, with Mingzhu following behind. They slowly ascended the steps, reaching the altar where a figure dressed in green was standing. "Heyiman, why are you still here?" "Waiting for you." "Waiting for me?" Heyiman had initially decided to wait a while before leaving, unexpectedly re-encountering Baifan, who hadn't left yet but was now accompanied by another woman. The woman was wearing Baifan's clothes, her feet bare, giving off an oddly peculiar vibe. "You once said you would go to the Wildlands with me. Have you changed your mind?" Baifan, seeing that Heyiman didn't seem to care about being deceived, felt an excitement surge within her. "Of course I'm going to the Wildlands. Who said I wasn't going?" "Then let's go." Heyiman then turned and entered the water membrane, leaving Baifan with a strange mix of emotions, an inexplicable sense of joy. Baifan had completely forgotten about Mingzhu behind her and immediately dashed after Heyiman into the water membrane. Mingzhu followed with a pale face, her head lowered. As they emerged from the water membrane, Baifan could barely take a breath before feeling a crushing pressure above her. Heyiman felt it too, as did Mingzhu, who had just come through the membrane. "Oh no, I forgot I still have a lightning tribulation." Without waiting to explain, Baifan, like a flash of lightning, darted out of the tomb and up to the surface. Upon seeing the entire sky above her, she felt the full weight of the oppressive force. Before she could prepare herself, the long-gathered thunder unleashed its might in a deafening roar, engulfing Baifan in a flash of lightning. Her eardrums burst instantly, leaving her deafened, and all she could hear was a faint buzzing in her head. The lightning struck her down from mid-air, scorching the barren ground below. Baifan, drenched in blood, maintained a razor-sharp clarity. Just like during her Foundation Establishment tribulation, the initial strikes weren't strong. Her first thought was for the storage pouch and the beast-taming pouch. If either were destroyed by the lightning, their contents would be incinerated. She hurriedly tossed the storage pouch into the dreamland, not caring about potential consequences. Passing the tribulation was her immediate concern. She no longer had the luxury to count the lightning strikes. Each bolt that landed on her body left her skin horrifically charred, horrifyingly wrinkled. Despite her spiritual power operating at full capacity, each new wound was promptly reverted by the next strike. Beaten to her knees like a fallen dog, she struggled to lift her head, only for each blow to force it back down. Squinting at the clouds above, Baifan couldn't tell how long the storm would last. She remembered her Golden Core forming over half a month ago, which meant the tribulation had been brewing just as long. The storm, fueled by the ignored fury, unleashed bolt after bolt, covering the sky. Distant cultivators, watching the relentless barrage, felt their scalps tingle in fear. "My gods, what's happening? Who incited such divine wrath to bring this intense tribulation?" "This is no ordinary lightning tribulation." "What do you mean?" "Though inverse cultivation is known, I've never seen such a fierce tribulation. Usually, those inversely cultivated seek hidden places for their trials. This one openly endured it for over half a month. The tribulation must be immense, indicating either a peerless genius or a monstrous anomaly." "Originally, we thought the chaos in the cultivation world wouldn't affect us in the Northern Continent. Now it seems we're very much involved." Baifan, continuously spewing blood, felt her bones shatter with each strike. She lacked even the strength to clench her fists. If the strikes continued, she'd be reduced to ash. From the tomb's exit, Heyiman, seeing Baifan battered by lightning, felt her heart tighten. "An inversely cultivated being." Mingzhu had earlier realized Baifan was undergoing a lightning tribulation. The underground palace's barrier had concealed Baifan's presence, but emerging exposed her to the full force. Unlike Heyiman's concern, Mingzhu was confident. Night River was incredibly powerful in her eyes, especially as a dragon. This lightning was trivial to her. Although her cultivation couldn't return to its peak, it remained at the Golden Core level. "She'll be fine. Don’t worry." Mingzhu spoke confidently, but Heyiman couldn't shake her worry, watching Baifan immobilized by the strikes. To survive, Baifan transformed into her true form before everyone. A massive flood dragon, tens of meters long, appeared. Its violent beauty clashed with the descending lightning as it whipped its tail in defiance. Even Heyiman was awestruck. The smooth scales, like jade, were blackened instantly by the strikes, with orange-yellow blood seeping into the barren land. Roaring repeatedly, Baifan lifted her dragon head towards the tribulation, venting her frustration. "Roar." The lightning seemed to mock Baifan's defiance, her weakness, her audacity. Inverse cultivation was perilous because it meant defying the heavens. Those who walked this path rarely met good ends, even with gods of this world following the path of conforming to the heavens. How far could Baifan go on this inversely cultivated path? She was not especially smart, her talent was average, and she lacked extraordinary luck. She had numerous flaws, including greed, selfishness, and cowardice. It seemed her only virtue was her non-competitiveness. However, this virtue had become a lethal flaw on her cultivation path. Non-competitive inverse cultivators stood no chance. Baifan propped herself up on her claws, roaring towards the storm, while steam rose beneath her, condensing into clouds below. Stepping on the thunderclouds with her claws, Baifan moved swiftly, darting through the sky to evade the striking lightning bolts. With a sudden rush, she dived into the heart of the thunderclouds, leaving Heyiman gripping her hands tightly, unaware that the pressure had drawn blood from her fingertips. Within the thunderclouds, countless bolts of lightning struck Baifan. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her mouth was smeared with blood. With sheer willpower, she ascended to face the final lightning strike. The thunder tribulation seemed to sense Baifan's intent. The lightning within the clouds crackled intensely, obscuring the scene from those below. Thunderous dragon roars echoed, shaking the heavens, as if a true dragon was commanding the lightning. "My gods, it's truly a dragon." "Could it be a mistake?" "No mistake, it’s real. It's a flood dragon." The cultivators in the Northern Continent were electrified by the sight. A flood dragon was a mythical creature from ancient legends, capable of manipulating clouds and storms, beloved by the heavens. This flood dragon appeared to be undergoing the tribulation. Should it fail, its corpse would be invaluable—dragon blood, tendons, bones, every part was a treasure. In the resource-scarce Northern Continent, this flood dragon was like a moving treasure trove. So, the cultivators watching Baifan's tribulation prayed for her failure. Apart from Heyiman, no one seemed concerned about her potential death under the tribulation's wrath. Mingzhu, watching Baifan dive into the thunderclouds, clasped her hands with a bright expression. "I believe Night River will return safely." Heyiman's entire focus was on the thunderclouds, ignoring Mingzhu's words. She had no affection for this woman, who always gave off a strange vibe. 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