The forbidden love between a ghost and a villain

In the sky, the calamity clouds rolled more violently.

As thick as ink, almost dripping.

Deep in the clouds, lightning flashes,

You can vaguely see thunder dragons rolling and roaring in it, the sound is terrifying.

This time's thunder tribulation is several times more dangerous than the ordinary Jindan thunder tribulation.

Even the elders of the Longevity Sect present felt a little frightened.

In the Changshou Sect Square, a group of elders looked solemnly towards Yougu Peak.

That is the center where the thunderclouds gather.

Master Yunhe stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as sharp as a torch.

He stared closely at the rolling calamity clouds, his cloudy old eyes filled with worry.

"The power of this thunder tribulation has probably surpassed the realm of the Golden Core Realm..."

True Man Huoyun muttered to himself, with a hint of fear that was hard to conceal in his tone.

"Yes, I have never seen such a terrifying Jindan thunder tribulation." The old man Yougu also had an incredible look on his face.

"If this boy succeeds in forming a pill, he will definitely have a bright future." Master Yunhe said in a low voice, his tone full of worry.

At this time, several disciples in Lingjian Peak were also waiting for Li Chengze to overcome the tribulation.

"Master, Sixth Junior Brother is the one who achieved Dan Formation the shortest time in our peak."

Fifth Brother Wen Yu's tone was full of envy as he looked at the sky where thunder was rolling in the distance and said,

"I don't know if Junior Brother can successfully overcome the tribulation this time."

"How dare you say that? You entered the sect a few years before me, so why haven't I seen you achieve the Jindan stage yet?"

Senior Sister Liu Mei gave Wen Yu a look and reached out to knock him on the head.

"You just slack off all day long, not practicing hard, and just thinking about eating, drinking and having fun. I think you'll never achieve Dan in this lifetime."

"Ah, Senior Sister, why are you hitting me on the head again? I'm already this old, and if you keep hitting me on the head, I'll become stupid!"

Wen Yu covered his head and said aggrievedly,

"I don't have the talent of my junior brother. He's a rare cultivation prodigy that only appears once in a century. I can't compare to him, I can't."

Jian Wuxin looked at the two disciples bickering in front of him, shook his head helplessly, and said:

"It seems that I have been too indulgent towards you, which is why you have become so lazy in your cultivation and have no desire to make progress."

"Master, we are not complacent. Aren't we practicing diligently?"

Wen Yu quickly explained, "We haven't reached the age of forming a pill yet, so we're not in a hurry."

"You still think you're right?" Jian Wuxin glared at Wen Yu.

"When I was your age, I had already formed a pill. Yet, you are still making excuses here."

"When your junior brother successfully overcomes the tribulation, you can go to Cangjian Villa together to choose a sword."

Jian Wuxin looked at the thunder tribulation in the distance and said slowly:

"Look at your junior brother, he's different after his training.

How can I continue to practice with the ordinary iron sword given by the sect?

Of course, you need your own natal sword."

"Master, you are biased. Why did my junior brother achieve Dan formation?

Just let him pick the sword, we have also formed the elixir, so you let us wait." Third Brother Hua Wuxie said dissatisfiedly,

"I also want a natal sword of my own, so that my strength can be taken to the next level."

"You? You still want your natal sword?" Liu Mei looked at Hua Wuxie and said disdainfully,

"With your limited cultivation, even if I give you a good sword, you won't be able to unleash its power. It's better to just stick to your iron sword."

"Lin Han, Liu Mei, Hua Wuxie, and Tie Jian, the four of you have already reached the Core Formation stage. It's time to get your own natal swords."

Jian Wuxin looked at Lin Han, Liu Mei, Hua Wuxie and Tie Jian and said,

"The four of you all have good talents. As long as you practice hard,

You will definitely become the pillars of the sect in the future. Don’t let your master down.

In three days, take your junior brother to get the sword!"

"Yes, Master." The four answered respectfully.

"When will I get my own sword?" Wen Yu said regretfully.

The thunder in the sky gradually dissipated, and the dark clouds retreated like the tide.

The warm sunlight fell again, covering Lingjian Peak with a layer of golden gauze.

Li Chengze slowly opened his eyes, a gleam in his eyes.

A powerful spiritual energy fluctuation emanated from his body, which was a sign of successful pill formation.

The red mark that originally appeared between his eyebrows had now disappeared.

He stood up, feeling the power filling his body, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and his expression relaxed slightly.

His figure flashed and turned into a stream of light, rushing towards the bamboo house.

There, the breath of Shen Meng's awakening touched his heart.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the bamboo house and hugged Shen Meng into his arms.

The force was so strong that it seemed to embed her into his bones and blood.

"Meng'er, you're awake."

There was an uncontrollable tremor in his voice.

"You know, I've been thinking about you all the time for the past five years."

Shen Meng was hugged tightly by him, and her soul almost broke.

The tip of my nose was filled with the faint fragrance of Li Chengze, which was similar to the sweet scent of the Son of Fortune.

It just faded a lot and didn't make the ghost uncomfortable.

Shen Meng patted Li Chengze's back gently and said softly:

"Alright, alright, congratulations to our little Zeze for successfully forming a pill."

Jinbao Skeleton hid in the corner, covering his eyes with his bony hands.

But he secretly watched the scene in front of him through his fingers, laughing as he watched.

Li Chengze let go of Shen Meng and looked at her carefully, his eyes full of tenderness and love:

"My dream is still as beautiful as ever, it hasn't changed at all."

In the past five years, whenever he was about to be invaded by evil spirits, he would think of Shen Meng.

He recalled every little detail between them, and then carefully protected the sachet containing Shen Meng's soul.

Shen Meng looked at Li Chengze, the young boy in the past.

Now he has shed his youthful immaturity and exudes a mature and steady aura.

He was in his twenties, dressed in a dark robe.

It makes his figure look tall and slender, about seven feet tall.

His long hair was tied up high with a golden crown, and his eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were bright.

He has a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a face with sharp edges and corners, as handsome as if it were carved by a knife.

There is an innate kingly aura between his eyebrows, which makes people unable to help but be moved.

"Menger?"

Shen Meng was confused. Why did he change his name again?

Only then did she realize what Li Chengze was calling her.

Li Chengze looked at Shen Meng's stunned look and felt that she was very cute.

I couldn't help but smile and reached out to gently scratch the tip of her nose.

His Shen Meng didn't change at all, and spoke softly:

"Meng'er, what are you thinking about?"

Shen Meng came back to his senses, turned his head uncomfortably, and muttered to himself:

"Oh my god, this guy is so handsome. With his small body, facial features, and height, he's totally my type."

"Ahem, calm down, calm down. You are a ghost, don't overthink it."

Shen Meng straightened his expression and said, "Nothing."

"Oh, that's how we got back."