After transmigrating into the book, I became the little sun of the crazy villain.

"Fu Guang?"

Master Guiyuan exclaimed in surprise, "That sword is Fu Guang?!"

“It’s Fu Guang,” Yun Zhao said anxiously, “but I can’t control it, Sect Master, could you…”

Her words were stuck in her throat because... Fu Guang wasn't targeting Qi Yan at all; its target was the Heavenly Thunder.

Blood Drinker was secretly hiding in Qi Yan's storage bag, absorbing the power of heavenly lightning to temper its sword blade. Before it knew it, the power of heavenly lightning was blocked by a dirty sword.

Can it tolerate this?

Yin Xue immediately rushed out of the storage bag, bumping into Fu Guang and causing him to stumble.

This is my master's tribulation lightning; you nameless swordsman, get out of here!

It emitted a buzzing sound as a warning, but Fu Guang ignored it and continued to absorb the power of lightning as if no one else was there.

Soon, it absorbed more than half of the first bolt of heavenly lightning.

Blood Drinker panicked and quickly shoved it aside, seizing the opportunity to absorb the remaining lightning power.

Qi Yan, awaiting the heavenly lightning strike: "..."

Yun Zhao and the others who were watching: "..."

Jin Fengzhu swallowed hard. "Sect Master, should we still make a move?"

Master Guiyuan paused for a moment, then said, "Let's not use it for now. Be prepared. We'll intervene if things get too tough."

Jin Feng nodded. "Alright, I'll go first. Sect Master, the sect competition is coming up soon, so please don't interfere."

"And Lao Lu, you're the same."

Lu Mingdao smiled and said, "Okay."

He was an alchemist, and his cultivation level was already inferior to others. He also had to escort the disciples participating in the sect competition along with the sect leader, so he didn't try to be strong.

After hesitating for a moment, he sent a message to Yun Zhao without making a sound.

Yun Zhao felt the communication talisman in the storage bag vibrate, and she probed it with her divine sense.

After a while, she said, "Sect Master, Peak Masters, it's best not to trouble you to take action unless absolutely necessary."

"The sect competition is more important. I gave Qi Yan a defensive spiritual artifact, so he should be able to survive it."

Peak Master Jin disagreed, saying, "Zhaozhao, what are you saying? The Grand Competition and Qi Yan are both important. It's just blocking the heavenly lightning. It's not like we can't block it."

"Don't interrupt, move to the back, be careful not to be affected by the power of the heavenly lightning."

As he spoke, he pulled Yun Zhao back a little.

Yun Zhao wanted to say something, but Lu Mingdao patted her shoulder and said, "Listen to your Uncle Jin."

Lu Mingdao shook his head almost imperceptibly, and Yun Zhao had no choice but to remain silent.

While the group was talking, Fu Guang and Yin Xue greedily devoured the power of the heavenly lightning, while Qi Yan could only absorb a trace of it.

Fortunately, the two swordsmen were quite sensible. Each time they tried to seize the power of the heavenly lightning, they would deliberately leave a portion behind, allowing Qi Yan to gradually adapt to the power of the heavenly lightning.

Lu Mingdao nodded with satisfaction, "Zhaozhao, it seems that your two spirit swords are about to develop sword spirits."

Seeing that Qi Yan seemed relaxed, Yun Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously, "Uncle-Master, how do you know?"

Lu Mingdao pointed at the two swords and said, "Ordinary spiritual swords fear heavenly lightning and try to avoid it, but these two swords have overcome their fear of the pressure of heavenly lightning and absorbed it to temper their blades. They must have come to have a spirit."

"What does a sword spirit look like? I don't think I've ever seen one before."

Peak Master Jin chimed in, “Sword-born spirits are not uncommon, but most of them come from sword cultivators. Most of the people in our Qingyun Sect are spiritual cultivators. You don’t go out to train much, so of course you haven’t seen one.”

"Speaking of which," Jin Fengzhu changed the subject, "Sect Master, I remember that Zhiyuan's sword is about to develop a sword spirit, isn't it?"

Lu Mingdao said, "Zhiyuan's strength is obvious to all, and it should be a matter of time before it's too late."

Master Guiyuan laughed and said, "He's still a long way off. It would be quite an achievement if he could develop a sword spirit before the sect competition."

As they were talking, Fu Guang and Yin Xue joined forces to devour seven bolts of heavenly lightning. When the eighth bolt was brewing, the two of them... slipped away!

If you're not going to leave after you've eaten your fill, are you waiting to be struck by lightning?

The two swords flew into Yun Zhao's arms at the same time. Yun Zhao hugged them and the two swords pretended to be dead.

"Hey hey hey," Yun Zhao shook them, "There's still one more step, suck it all up and then play dead!"

If they absorb more, Qi Yan will have less stress.

In any case, the most important thing is the ninth strike, that heavenly lightning is the key to Qi Yan's core formation.

Two swords ignored him: "I'm full, time to sleep!"

Yun Zhao's face darkened.

Jin Fengzhu was eager to try: "Sect Master, how about I go and stop this heavenly lightning? Qi Yan only needs to focus on dealing with the last one."

Master Guiyuan stopped him, "Wait, let him try it himself."

Without the shield of Fu Guang and Yin Xue, the heavenly lightning struck Qi Yan fiercely.

Those two swords were really annoying; no matter how they tried to slash, they were always blocked.

Without the obstruction of the two swords, the heavenly lightning concentrated all the energy from the first seven strikes onto the eighth, unleashing its full power to strike Qi Yan.

After a deafening roar, sand and dust swept across the land, centered on Qi Yan.

Fortunately, there was a spiritual barrier, and after the sandstorm subsided, Yun Zhao quickly looked at Qi Yan.

Fortunately, only the clothes were torn apart; the person was unharmed.

The admiration in Jin Fengzhu's eyes grew stronger. He clenched his fist, his eyes filled with determination.

Qi Yan raced against time to quench the power of the heavenly lightning within his body. The domineering force swept through his meridians, almost tearing him apart!

"call--"

Qi Yan felt the intense, aching pain within his body, looked up at Tian Lei, beckoned to him, and silently said: Continue.

He never expected the power of heavenly lightning to be so strong, capable of forging his meridians and making his physical body stronger, far better than trying to forge his body on his own.

In his previous life, he never experienced a tribulation of lightning when he advanced in his cultivation. People all said that he was the darling of the Heavenly Dao, and that the Heavenly Dao did not even want him to suffer the weakest tribulation of lightning.

However, while his spiritual sense and power increased, his physical body couldn't keep up with their progress, so he had to find ways to strengthen his body.

The time and energy spent are far too much; how can that compare to enduring temporary pain?

Now that he has been struck by lightning, he realizes that he is not the darling of Heaven, but clearly an enemy of Heaven!

Seeing that Qi Yan was unharmed and still dared to provoke it, the heavenly thunder seemed to be enraged. The ninth heavenly thunderbolt struck down immediately, carrying a world-destroying pressure, as if the whole world was about to be destroyed!

The disciples, hiding on their respective peaks, trembled with fear. Good heavens, who on earth is undergoing tribulation here?

If that lightning strikes, how could anyone survive?

At the main peak, Song Zhiyuan looked towards the summit of Qingyun Peak, his eyes filled with an unyielding chill.

"Senior brother, I'm scared."

Xue Huairui's trembling voice rang out beside him. Song Zhiyuan's expression changed rapidly. He looked up and gave Xue Huairui a reassuring smile.

“Xiao Rui, don’t be afraid,” Song Zhiyuan put his arm around her shoulder, “Your senior brother is here.”

Xue Huairui hummed softly, leaning against Song Zhiyuan's chest, looking uneasily at the dark clouds in the sky.

Song Zhiyuan patted Xue Huairui's shoulder intermittently to comfort her, and when Xue Huairui and the others couldn't see him, he forced a stiff smile.

Although he didn't know how Qi Yan had offended the heavenly lightning, causing it to unleash such a tribulation, he did know...

Under these circumstances, Qi Yan has only one path: death!