Alien Science Cultivation

Moments after Zhang Qiang and Chen Ying left, several figures appeared in the sky above the thunder tribulation site: Elders Yao and Wang Yan of the Qingshan Sect, Elder Li of the Eternal Holy Land, and a middle-aged cultivator wearing a white robe embroidered with seven petals of a seven-colored flower, each petal a different color. It was quite a strange sight. "Elder Yao... this is your mountain breakthrough zone... It seems your sect has gained another Mahayana disciple... Congratulations... It's a pity we're so far away that we won't have the chance to admire his heroic presence in person..." Elder Li smiled and congratulated loudly. "Thank you, Elder Li, for your kind words... But this is deep in the forest, and even our Bishop Wang doesn't dare to set foot here... I'm afraid this isn't a human cultivator's thunder tribulation..." Old Yao wondered. After all, he knew how many cultivators had reached the Fusion Realm Perfection in the Qingshan Sect. After all, the Fusion Realm wasn't as common as the Foundation Establishment Realm. The peak masters wouldn't allow Fusion Realm disciples to go out alone to overcome the tribulation.

"Hmm... Elder Yao has a point... Normal human cultivators would step into the air to receive a thunder tribulation, giving themselves more room to absorb the impact. But this particular thunder tribulation definitely showed him landing head-on. If it were a human cultivator, then this kid was either experiencing a tribulation for the first time, or simply ignored the might of this Mahayana thunder tribulation. He's definitely a genius. The second possibility is a thunder tribulation from a strange beast. Many strange beasts use thunder tribulation to temper their bodies..." It seemed as if they had found the correct answer, and they nodded in agreement. However, Wang Yan's expression grew even more skeptical. "If this person truly ignored the Mahayana thunder tribulation... then they must have extraordinary magical powers, which also fits their powerful methods... Then this person could be the one who saved me, and this scenario seems to fit..."

Inside a cave on a mountain peak, Zhang Qiang slowly said, "Ask your golden finger what's going on with me... I feel like this thunder tribulation is a bit too powerful..."

"You call that a bit big? You've already destroyed the mountain..." Chen Ying retorted in a grouchy tone. Zhang Qiang, adhering to the principle that a good man shouldn't fight a woman, couldn't help but scratch his head again. A moment later, the cave was ablaze with light, and Chen Ying finally handed over her golden finger. The reason given by the golden finger was that the influence of the Guixu Qi had caused the Heavenly Dao to sense the Guixu Qi within Zhang Qiang's body, thus sending down a thunder tribulation far beyond what would be expected from a Foundation Establishment cultivator, intending to completely eliminate the anomaly.

Just as every beast king is born with a portion of Guixu Qi within its body, the corresponding thunder tribulations it faces become increasingly terrifying. Chen Ying's golden finger's reasoning certainly made sense. "It seems that to find more Guixu Qi, we need to find a stronger beast king. Finding its birthplace will make things much easier..." Zhang Qiang whispered softly. "Theoretically, that's possible..." Chen Ying responded. After a moment, the cave fell silent. The two men closed their eyes and began to cultivate.

The two had already entered the depths of the forest. The deeper they went, the higher the danger level, so recuperation was paramount. Zhang Qiang and Chen Ying each fell silent. Zhang Qiang's spiritual sense observed his first dantian. The spiritual energy within seemed to have liquidized, and the dantian had expanded. These changes were within Zhang Qiang's expectations. However, the changes in the bamboo leaf left Zhang Qiang somewhat baffled. After absorbing the lightning tribulation, the creature seemed to have become more spiritual. The meridians on the bamboo leaf had become slightly more prominent, and tiny flashes of lightning flowed through them, imbuing the previously dark bamboo leaf with a sense of life. After a moment, Zhang Qiang withdrew his spiritual sense and summarized his findings. He had eight golden beast cores. Five of them bore faint scorpion-like patterns, about the size of ping-pong balls; two bore faint cicada-like patterns, slightly larger than the Sky Demon Scorpion; and the third was a ghost-faced centipede core, considerably larger than the Sky Demon Scorpion's. Inside the Qiankun Ring, the body parts of various exotic beasts were arranged in a random arrangement, along with several low-level spiritual herbs. The harvest wasn't bad, after all, it was just what Chen Ying and I had casually picked up after leaving the group. After all, he hadn't done anything along the way, save for helping by dissecting a corpse and saving Wang Yan. Although they had killed the Black Gold Cicada King, they hadn't taken anything and had hurriedly departed. Chen Ying had killed ten disciples of the Eternal Holy Land, obtaining ten storage rings, which she planned to split with Zhang Qiang. However, upon opening them, they mostly contained low-level spirit stones, a few unremarkable magical instruments, and the remains of low-level exotic beasts. Zhang Qiang, naturally, wasn't impressed and politely declined Chen Ying's offer. After all, Zhang Qiang hadn't taken any action, and sharing the spoils within these rings was considered quite unkind in the world of immortal cultivation. Furthermore, Chen Ying's golden finger required energy, and these spirit stones were its source. Otherwise, her golden finger wouldn't have traded the secret of the Guixu Qi with Zhang Qiang for top-grade spirit stones. After seeing these space rings, Zhang Qiang couldn't understand why Chen Ying was able to obtain their space rings. And after the death of Dulong and Golden Eagle Patriarch, the rings were still on their ghostly bodies. Zhang Qiang made a note of his doubts and planned to find a suitable opportunity to consult Chen Ying...

The next morning, Zhang Qiang and Chen Ying appeared at the foot of a mountain. Seeing the dense swarms of gold-eating mosquitoes in the air, their scalps tingled. Although most of these gold-eating mosquitoes were at the Nascent Soul stage, their numbers were too great, and their vitality was incredibly tenacious. Even when Zhang Qiang and Chen Ying were seriously injured and fell to the ground, they still rushed towards them fearlessly. Forced to lean against the cliff, the two of them focused their attention on the swarms of gold-eating mosquitoes coming from three directions. Each gold-eating mosquito was the size of a fist, and among them were tens of thousands the size of cans. As they grew larger, their color became darker. Zhang Qiang and Chen Ying initially encountered a small group of gold-eating mosquitoes and ignored them, simply killing them. Later, the more they fought, the more panicked they became, and the more gold-eating mosquitoes began to gather. Unwilling to lose these contribution points, they realized that the deeper they went into the forest, the fewer exotic beasts they encountered, and even those they encountered might be too powerful to handle. Relatively speaking, these gold-eating mosquitoes were undoubtedly the best way to earn contribution points.

Thinking this way, the two did not evacuate in time. This delay led to the 6 gold-eating mosquitoes surrounding them. Zhang Qiang activated the power of nothingness again and again to control their movements. However, it was impossible to crush all the gold-eating mosquitoes that stretched for twenty miles to death with the power of nothingness. Unless one could let his emotions reach that state of ecstasy, but that state was not something Zhang Qiang could achieve just by wanting to. Helplessly, all he could do now was to minimize the consumption of spiritual power, first use the power of nothingness to control part of the space, and use his body skills and dagger to rush in and harvest quickly. In half an hour, they each harvested no less than a thousand gold-eating mosquito corpses, and put all the corpses into the ring, leaving no time to decompose them.