The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

As soon as Sect Master Chen Xuan finished speaking, a figure appeared over the square like a meteor and landed steadily on the platform.

Wei Ranzhu, dressed in white, holding an exquisite jade fan, is graceful and elegant, like an immortal walking out of a painting.

"Junior Wei Ranzhu, greetings to the two seniors."

Wei Ranzhu bowed to Sect Master Chenxuan and Yun Che, his tone humble yet confident.

Yun Che nodded slightly, expressing his approval of Wei Ranzhu's performance.

He thought to himself: It’s interesting that a spiritual bamboo comes to participate in the Purple Thunder Trial!

Seeing this, Sect Master Chen Xuan nodded slightly, stroked his long white beard, and said with a smile: "Very good..."

Wei Ranzhu moved to the front of the fairy stone, and Chen Xuan raised his hand and waved it. A golden light surged out from his palm and turned into a chain, quickly wrapping around Wei Ranzhu's body.

This chain is called the "Heart-Calming Lock" and it can stabilize the cultivator's mind and prevent him from losing control due to the invasion of inner demons during the trial.

"Wei Ranzhu, do you have the confidence to pass the trial of ninety-nine purple thunders?" asked Sect Master Chenxuan in a deep voice.

"Junior...Ranzhu will definitely try his best to pass the Purple Thunder Trial successfully." Wei Ranzhu looked solemn, but there was a determined light in his eyes.

"Very good, then let me see your strength."

After Sect Master Chen Xuan finished speaking, he quickly formed seals with his hands. Suddenly, the clouds above the platform began to roll up, and purple lightning gathered in the clouds, as if the gods were furious and wanted to tear the world apart.

"Lightning Induction Technique, activate!"

Sect Master Chen Xuan let out a low shout, and the purple lightning seemed to have been summoned, pouring down madly towards where Wei Ranzhu was.

Each bolt of lightning contains the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, enough to terrify ordinary cultivators.

However, Wei Ranzhu didn't retreat a single step. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and mobilized all his spiritual energy, preparing to face the baptism of the ninety-nine purple thunderbolts.

The first purple thunder fell with a loud bang, instantly submerging Wei Ranzhu's figure in the lightning.

The monks in the square held their breath and watched, afraid of missing any details.

However, when the lightning dissipated, Wei Ranzhu was still standing, only his clothes were slightly torn and his face was a little pale.

“What a strong physique!!”

Yun Che nodded secretly on the side, gaining a deeper understanding of Wei Ranzhu's strength.

He knew that this trial of ninety-nine purple thunders was not only a test of the cultivator's strength, but also a tempering of his character and will.

The next few purple lightning bolts followed one after another, each one more powerful than the previous one.

Wei Ranzhu withstood round after round of purple thunder attacks, and his body gradually adapted to this powerful pressure.

The jade fan in his hand danced, forming a protective barrier to resist the invasion of purple thunder.

As time went on, the power of the purple thunder grew stronger and stronger, and beads of sweat began to appear on Wei Ranzhu's forehead.

But his eyes remained firm, without any fear.

When the seventy-ninth purple lightning struck, Wei Ranzhu finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

At this moment, he was covered in blood and looked miserable, but the determination in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest.

There was a burst of exclamations in the square, and even Sect Master Chen Xuan nodded slightly in approval.

Only Yun Che knew that Wei Ranzhu had not yet used his full strength.

Sure enough, when the eighty-ninth purple thunder descended, Wei Ranzhu whispered a few spells, and a layer of green light enveloped him, resisting the attack of the purple thunder.

The ninety-ninth purple lightning struck Wei Ranzhu with earth-shattering power.

At the critical moment, Wei Ranzhu transformed into a spiritual bamboo, and the branches and leaves of the spiritual bamboo grew wildly, tightly wrapping around the purple thunder.

Zi Lei struggled continuously but was unable to break free from Ling Zhu's restraints.

In the end, the purple lightning was completely absorbed by the spiritual bamboo, and the spiritual bamboo emitted a dazzling purple light.

The light gradually faded, and Wei Ranzhu appeared in human form again.

His aura became even more unfathomable, and it was obvious that he had broken through the bottleneck with the help of the power of purple thunder.

The square was completely silent, and everyone was deeply shocked by this scene.

Wei Ranzhu looked around, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes.

He knew very well that this trial not only greatly increased his strength, but also won him the respect of everyone.

As the last purple thunder dissipated, the sky returned to calm.

Wei Ranzhu stood on the platform panting. His body was exhausted, but his eyes were full of joy and a sense of accomplishment.

Sect Master Chen Xuan stood up from his throne, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Congratulations, you have successfully passed the ninety-nine purple thunder trials."

Wei Ranzhu bowed gratefully to Sect Master Chenxuan, then turned and looked at the people in the audience.

At this time, warm applause and cheers rang out in the square, and people were amazed at his outstanding performance.

Chen Xuan looked at Wei Ranzhu with a smile, his eyes full of admiration.

He patted Wei Ranzhu's shoulder gently and said, "Well done, Wei Ranzhu. I deeply admire your strength and courage."

Wei Ranzhu bowed slightly and said gratefully, "Thank you for the compliment, Sect Master. Without your encouragement and support, I would have had difficulty passing this trial."

Chen Xuan picked up a spiritual fruit from the jade plate, handed it to Wei Ranzhu, and said, "This spiritual fruit is a reward for you. It contains rich spiritual power and will be of great benefit to your cultivation."

Wei Ranzhu took the spiritual fruit and felt the powerful spiritual power contained in it, and was extremely happy.

After thanking Chen Xuan again, he followed the servant to the private room.

At noon, the square of Lingshan College was bathed in the gentle morning light, like a delicate ink painting slowly unfolding.

The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds and onto the quaint stone road. Each stone seems to be coated with a layer of light golden glow, shining with a warm and mysterious luster.

In the center of the square, a towering bell tower stands, and the large bronze bell on it sways gently in the breeze, as if ready to ring the melodious and deep bell at any time.

On the high platform, two magnificent thrones stand side by side.

Chen Xuan and Yun Che sat side by side.

Xu Wan, who was standing next to Yun Che, was now whispering softly in Yun Che's ear with her head lowered, a sly smile on her face: "Master, Lingshan Academy has accepted many powerful young men this time. How can we cultivate properly?"

Hearing this, Yun Che's lips curled up into a helpless smile. He gently patted Xu Wan's head and said lovingly, "Girl, your mind is always so wandering.

It is precisely because of this that the academy prohibits romantic relationships among disciples, lest they be distracted from their cultivation."

In the square, the monks were whispering to each other, and the discussions were surging like a tide.

Their eyes were full of curiosity and speculation, as if they wanted to glimpse the identity of the woman standing shoulder to shoulder with the Emperor from every detail.

Some people whispered that she must be a disciple of some hidden master, and was appreciated by the Emperor, which is why she received this honor;

Some people also speculated that she might be the Emperor's long-lost relative, and now that they are reunited, they are naturally close.

What's more, some people boldly speculate that she might be the mysterious partner in the heart of the Emperor, but she has never appeared before and can only be seen today.

The sunlight filtered through the clouds and shone onto her and Emperor Zun, giving this heartwarming scene a golden glow.

Xu Wan had a faint smile on her face, and a gentle light flashed in her eyes. She seemed to be able to feel the gazes of the monks around her, but she didn't care at all.

She stood quietly beside the Emperor, and the tacit understanding and harmony between the two moved everyone present.

……

"Please welcome the eighth cultivator, Mu Qing."

The voice of Sect Master Chen Xuan echoed in the empty trial field, carrying with it an unquestionable majesty.

Following his announcement, the attention of the entire audience instantly focused on one point.

A woman in a white and red robe jumped onto the platform lightly and firmly, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn.

Her long hair was like a waterfall, fluttering gently in the wind, and the interweaving of red and white was even more dazzling in the sunlight.

Her eyes were clear and bright, as if they could see into people's hearts, and seemed to contain endless wisdom and determination.

She held a long sword tightly in her hand, and the sword was emitting a faint light, which complemented her aura.

With her appearance, the atmosphere of the entire trial field seemed to be lifted.

The monks' discussions gradually died down, replaced by anticipation and awe.

Mu Qing stood on the high platform, his eyes swept over the people below, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was a smile full of confidence in the upcoming challenges.

She knew that this battle was not only a test of her own strength, but also a test of her will and conviction.

And she is already prepared.

Mu Qing nodded slightly and performed a solemn yet humble ceremony towards Chenxuan Sect Master Yun Che. Her eyes sparkled with supreme respect and admiration for the sect.

Turning to face the square, thousands of monks were waiting with bated breath, their eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.

Mu Qing took a deep breath, feeling the spiritual power surging around her and the eager gazes of the monks. She knew that what she was about to embark on was not just a simple trial, but also an extreme challenge to her cultivation and will.

Standing in front of the ancient and mysterious fairy stone, Mu Qing gently closed his eyes, silently reciting ancient spells in his heart, trying to establish a subtle connection with this fairy stone that carries the expectations and wisdom of countless ancestors.

As she slowly opened her arms, a soft yet powerful light overflowed from the fairy stone and surrounded her, as if responding to her call, or as if crowning and blessing her upcoming journey.

At this moment, the entire square was shrouded in a sacred atmosphere, and everyone knew that the prelude to a legend was quietly beginning.

Just as Mu Qing was standing in front of the fairy stone, preparing to face the upcoming trial, a crisp bell suddenly rang, interrupting the tranquility of the scene.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman in white, with an extraordinary demeanor, slowly rising from the chief seat at the foot of the high platform. She was the leader of the Wuji Sect—Shuangyue.

Shuang Yue's eyes were as sharp as torches as she scanned the entire room, finally landing on Mu Qing, with a faint smile on her lips.

She moved like a light swallow, and instantly leaped onto the high platform. She bowed slightly to Chen Xuan, who was presiding over the trial, and said in a cold and firm voice, "Sect Master, I will take over Mu Qing's Purple Thunder Trial."

Chen Xuan nodded slightly, raised his hand and waved it, a bright light surged out from his palm, turning into a thin chain and wrapping around Mu Qing.