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The Three Pure Ones remained in the Purple Cloud Palace, and during this time, Hongjun seemed to be preoccupied with something, no longer appearing frequently by the Lotus Pool as he used to. In the past, whenever Hongjun visited, Ye Chuanze found him bothersome and disruptive to his meditation. Now that Hongjun was absent, Ye Chuanze found himself unexpectedly concerned. It wasn't that he wanted to see him; rather, he was plagued by curiosity about why Hongjun had stopped coming. What was he doing? This simple curiosity gnawed at him like a cat's claw, leaving him restless.
Although Hongjun no longer visited, the Three Pure Ones often came to see him. Perhaps it was due to what Hongjun had said that their attitude towards Ye Chuanze had warmed considerably. While it couldn't be described as enthusiastic, it was certainly an improvement over their previous reluctance to engage deeply with him. The Three Pure Ones extended a friendly olive branch, and Ye Chuanze was naturally pleased to make their acquaintance, welcoming the addition of another friend for support.
"Brother Ye, your cultivation has surged again recently!" Sky-Connecting remarked with a smile as he observed Ye Chuanze casually seated on the Twelfth-Rank Black Lotus, his black attire giving him a languid appearance with his long hair cascading down.
The midday sun bathed Ye Chuanze in warmth, making him feel drowsy and lethargic. Perhaps due to his essence being that of the Twelve-Tiered Lotus, Ye Chuanze in his Primordial Spirit state was particularly sensitive to sunlight. At noon, when the sun was at its peak, he would feel sluggish and sleepy; however, during midnight when the moonlight was gentle, he felt most alert. He stifled a yawn and lazily replied, "I've been struck by lightning so many times that my cultivation has increased."
"…Heh heh, Junior Brother is joking again," Sky-Connecting said with a slight twitch of his face while his gaze wandered over the Twelfth-Rank Black Lotus. Compared to when he first encountered Ye Chuanze, the Twelfth-Rank Black Lotus had changed significantly. Initially, it had been entirely black like jade without a hint of color; now, a faint layer of purple could be seen on the black Lotus Platform. Although this purple hue was subtle, the keen eyes of immortals could not miss such changes.
The purple-black light emanating from the Twelfth-Rank Black Lotus had become increasingly pure, as if wrapped in a layer of flowing light, indicating that its defenses were now more solid and robust. At this moment, this Twelve-Tiered Lotus seemed reborn compared to its initial state. Sky-Connecting couldn't help but recall the Creation Azure Lotus he had encountered last time. In comparison to the Creation Azure Lotus, this world-destroying Black Lotus appeared more vibrant and full of life. Was it because it had awakened its consciousness? The Creation Azure Lotus was indeed beautiful and pure but remained a "lifeless" entity without speech or awareness.
Ye Chuanze shot him a sideways glance and said, "Don't doubt me; I'm telling the truth. Look at me—I've been struck by lightning twice and my cultivation has indeed surged."
"…" Sky-Connecting.
Seeing Ye Chuanze's earnest expression made Sky-Connecting wonder if perhaps he had been struck by lightning too many times and lost his mind. He had never seen anyone who seemed so comfortable after being struck by lightning as if they had gained some great advantage from it. Yet it was true that despite being hit by the Nine Heavens Purple Thunder Tribulation twice, Ye Chuanze not only survived but also progressed in his cultivation each time. Could it be that the Nine Heavens Purple Thunder Tribulation truly had such effects? Watching Ye Chuanze bounce around as if nothing had happened after two lightning strikes made Sky-Connecting ponder whether there might be some truth in what he had just said.
"Sky-Connecting friend, you may not believe my words, but you should trust your own eyes. Don't you see my cultivation has increased? Am I lying to you?" Ye Chuanze earnestly advised. "The Nine Heavens Purple Thunder Tribulation is indeed perilous; however, the path of cultivation is fraught with danger. As cultivators, we must strengthen our resolve and face challenges head-on! We shouldn't be fearful or retreat!"
"Wait… why are you telling me all this?" Sky-Connecting felt increasingly uneasy; something about this conversation seemed off.
"Eh? Brother Sky-Connecting, weren't you asking me how to improve your cultivation?" Ye Chuanze exclaimed in surprise as if Sky-Connecting had said something unbelievable. After a brief pause, he sincerely suggested, "So I recommend you undergo a lightning tribulation; if you endure it, you'll have succeeded!"
"…" Sky-Connecting.
After a moment of silence, Sky-Connecting finally managed to twitch his lips into a smile and said, "Thank you for your kind intentions, Junior Brother; I currently have no pressing issues weighing on my mind."
Ye Chuanze responded generously, "No problem! If you ever find yourself troubled in the future, just seek out some lightning."
“...Hehe.” Sky-Connecting.
Ye Chuanze looked at Sky-Connecting, whose mouth was twitching uncontrollably, feeling quite pleased. Serves you right for your sharp tongue last time! Serves you right for stabbing me in the heart! I won't let you off easily!
Primordial walked over from a distance, frowning as he looked at the two, and spoke in a cold voice, “Brother Ye, it would be better not to make such jokes. The path of cultivation should be followed with discipline and not stray into misdirection.”
Upon hearing this, Ye Chuanze secretly curled his lips. Great! Here comes the protector.
“Primordial's words are indeed wise; I will remember them,” Ye Chuanze replied straightforwardly. He could still exchange a few words with the more lively Sky-Connecting, but when faced with the cold and aloof Primordial, or the enigmatic elder who wouldn’t utter a word for half a day, he could only play mute, having nothing to say.
Primordial glanced at him indifferently and said, “I won’t disturb your cultivation any longer. Farewell.” After a pause, he added, “Your perseverance is commendable; it’s no wonder your cultivation has improved so rapidly.”
“Hehe...” Ye Chuanze responded with a blank expression, thinking, cold-hearted guy! Is it really necessary to hold a grudge just because I teased your brother?
Primordial turned to leave, glancing at Sky-Connecting as he did so, his lips moving to say two words, “Keep up.”
Ye Chuanze, lazily sitting on Black Lotus, watched the two walking away together, lowering his gaze to hide his emotions. After a long while, he finally raised his hand to yawn; what a bunch of emotionally close brothers! Ha... the sun is making me so sleepy.
At this moment, Ye Chuanze, feeling drowsy and lazy, didn’t notice that behind him, on the distant Corridor, Purple-Clad Daoist stood with hands clasped behind his back, gazing at him from afar. The crabapple trees outside the Corridor shed a carpet of rosy petals.
Moving away from the lotus pond, Sky-Connecting chuckled lightly and asked, “Second Brother, do you think that the Nine Heavens Purple Thunder Tribulation truly helps in enhancing one’s cultivation?”
“The thunder tribulation tempers the body and captures the heavenly Dao Law, so it is naturally beneficial for cultivation,” Primordial replied in a calm tone.
“If that’s the case, then he wasn’t just bluffing me,” Sky-Connecting said with a smirk.
Upon hearing this, Primordial shot him a glance and said sternly, “Do you think that the Nine Heavens Purple Thunder Tribulation can be easily overcome? Look at how Ye Chuanze failed twice during his tribulations.”
“He’s just lucky; failing twice in tribulation yet remaining unscathed,” Sky-Connecting sighed.
Upon hearing this, Primordial fell silent; twice he had been saved by that person, which was more than mere luck!
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The moon hung high like a silver plate, with stars twinkling densely.
A tall figure in a Purple Robe, Hongjun, walked under the moonlight. His long silver hair cascaded down to his waist, and his appearance was handsome and noble. He approached the lotus pond, bent down, and extended his long, jade-like white hand to stir the water.
Ye Chuanze revealed his ethereal form, casually sitting on a Black Lotus. His voice was light as he said, "What brings you here today?"
Hongjun lifted his eyelids to look at him and replied, "I thought you wouldn't ask."
Ye Chuanze choked slightly upon hearing this and coldly laughed, "After finally enjoying a few peaceful days, now it seems I won't have any tranquility again!"
Hongjun shrugged off the remark, withdrawing his hand from the water. "Are you always this insincere?"
"Are you always this self-righteous?" Ye Chuanze retorted sarcastically.
Hongjun frowned at his words. "You really have a terrible temper."
"Heh... Not as bad as yours, gentle and understanding," Ye Chuanze mocked.
"..." Hongjun remained silent.
Hongjun stood up and walked to the stone table by the lotus pond to sit down. He chose not to argue with him; this person was always unreasonable. Continuing the discussion would only lead to annoyance. Not wanting to disturb the rare tranquility of the night, he took out a jar of wine and a cup. Hongjun poured himself a drink and sipped quietly, his expression calm.
After a while, seeing that Hongjun was only focused on drinking without speaking, Ye Chuanze felt that perhaps his earlier comments had been excessive. However, he couldn't bring himself to apologize. He turned his face away and gazed up at the moonlight.
Neither of them spoke; they ignored each other completely.
After a long while, Ye Chuanze turned his head and saw Hongjun still drinking one cup after another without stopping. Curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't help but ask, "Is this wine really that good?"
Ye Chuanze had no idea which immortal first invented winemaking. Since he met Rahul, he had seen wine. The evolution of human civilization that he was once familiar with simply did not apply to immortals. After all, they were two completely different races; how could they be the same? Compared to the weak human race, the Primordial Ancient Celestial Clan was much luckier. They did not have to endure the same hardships and turmoil as humans, gradually stepping towards civilization. The immortals of Primordial had an overwhelming advantage from the moment they were born. The earliest groups in this Primordial World were indeed favored by heaven and earth.
Hearing this, Hongjun glanced at him and, due to the alcohol, his voice was slightly hoarse as he said, "Why don't you try it and find out? Oh, I forgot, you don't have a physical form, so you can't taste it."
"..." Ye Chuanze's mouth twitched at his words, leaving him speechless for a moment. Hongjun's remark felt like a knife stabbing into his heart. Damn! It must be said that Hongjun and the Three Pure Ones truly deserved their master-disciple relationship; one sentence could be lethal!
Hongjun took a wine glass and walked over to the lotus pond. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a Black Lotus from the pond and raised the hand holding the wine glass. Tilting the glass slightly, the clear liquid poured out and cascaded onto the Black Lotus.
"Black Lotus, is this wine good?" Hongjun's voice was different from its usual coldness; it was slightly hoarse and deep.
"..." Ye Chuanze was still in shock, unable to regain his senses for a long time.
Ye Chuanze struggled to lift his head and looked at Hongjun's cheeks, which were slightly flushed. After a while, he managed to say, "You're drunk."
Hongjun's face, which was originally pale as jade, now had a hint of redness. Frowning at Ye Chuanze's words, he retorted, "Nonsense! How could I be drunk?"
"..." Ye Chuanze.
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