My low-key cultivation of immortality was discovered by the emperor in my diary.

Chu Wen'er looked at the people in front of the Pine Forest Cottage and walked over step by step.

The black mist swirled around her heart, subtly amplifying the hatred within her, turning it into an uncontrollable wildfire.

Kill! Kill! Kill them all!

She arched her arms like the claws of a wild beast, a bloodthirsty greed flashing in her eyes.

At the same time, the doors on both sides burst open with a roar, and two door gods appeared, demanding, "Who are you, scoundrels, daring to trespass on this land!"

The door gods stood majestically, holding golden pestles and with piercing eyes, guarding the small building. Their presence was awe-inspiring, causing panic among the common people and imperial guards, yet also a strange sense of peace.

The black mist paused for a moment, then realized that these two gatekeepers were not receiving incense offerings; they were merely rootless duckweed, very fragile, and their accumulated power was dwindling with each use. The aura they were currently exuding indicated that they were only at the first-stage perfect realm.

They are outwardly strong but inwardly weak; they are nothing to fear.

With its guidance, Chu Wen'er immediately saw through the true nature of the door gods and sneered, "They're just two insignificant little spirits, yet they dare to be so presumptuous in front of me!"

The black mist instilled in her a beast-like fighting instinct; she brandished her claws, accompanied by a whistling wind, and charged straight at the gatekeeper.

The black mist condensed into sharp claw marks, tearing through the air and creating a series of ear-piercing whistling sounds, before landing on the golden, gleaming bodies of the two gatekeepers.

A faint golden light flickered, as if resisting the sudden attack, but then a cry of pain rang out, clearly indicating that even the gatekeeper could not withstand the sudden and fierce blow.

"How dare you, evil spirit!" The door gods widened their eyes, picked up their weapons, and surrounded the door from the left and right.

The cries of alarm rose and fell among the people, like birds startled by the twang of a bow.

They pushed and shoved each other, hurrying along as they rushed to escape.

Commander Chen stood outside the crowd, his face ashen. He quickly regained his composure and loudly ordered the Imperial Guards: "Quickly! Take up your weapons, form a circle, protect the civilians, and at the same time be wary of that unidentified woman!"

Upon hearing this, the Imperial Guards immediately sprang into action, wielding long spears and moving with agility, quickly surrounding the enemy.

However, facing Chu Wen'er, who could shatter stones with a single casual claw, they couldn't help but feel a little nervous, watching the changes in the scene warily, and not daring to launch an attack easily.

Meanwhile, inside the Pine Forest Lodge, Huang Yi was anxiously calling his brothers over.

The situation was urgent and could not be delayed. With the Lord absent, he urgently commanded, "Everyone, hurry out and support the gatekeepers!"

Without hesitation, Huang Er, Huang San, and Huang Si each picked up their weapons and rushed out.

Huang Yi then took out the spirit stone reserved by the Venerable Lord, activated the white mist array, and unleashed wisps of lightning to restrict the enemy's movements.

Faced with the onslaught of the crowd, Chu Wen'er was initially terrified, but the black mist extended several tentacles and dealt with Huang Er and the others with ease.

These tentacles were flexible and powerful, and each attack perfectly neutralized Huang Er and the others' offensive, making it difficult for them to get close.

Chu Wen'er felt much less pressured and secretly rejoiced that accepting the power of the black mist was indeed the right choice. Such a powerful force would surely help her achieve her wish!

Upon seeing Huang Er and the others, the black mist immediately recognized their true nature. They were merely a few low-level first-tier Dao soldiers, weak and insignificant like ants in his eyes.

Moreover, they also lack incense offerings and cannot exert their full strength.

However, these guys are not made of flesh and blood, and he would not gain any benefit from fighting them. Such a battle would be meaningless to him.

Suddenly, a thunderclap, like the roar of an angry dragon, exploded with a deafening roar.

As thunder roared, the sky and clouds changed color, dark clouds gathered, and strong winds rose, as if a natural disaster had struck.

The black mist was exceptionally perceptive; it listened intently to the continuous thunder and couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise.

Because this thunder contained a special aura.

This is no ordinary thunder; a cultivator is undergoing tribulation!

How could a Golden Core cultivator be born in such a barren world?

He developed a strong interest in this cultivator who was undergoing tribulation and couldn't help but wonder who this person was.

To be able to cultivate to the Golden Core stage in such an environment, one's talent and perseverance must be extraordinary and exceptional.

However, despite his admiration, the black mist did not forget its own stance and purpose, and would not let this person go unpunished.

Moreover, his strength has been greatly diminished, and he can no longer act recklessly as before. The power of Golden Core cultivators is enough to pose a threat to him.

Thinking of this, the black mist immediately stopped Chu Wen'er's actions. Chu Wen'er asked unhappily, "Why are you leaving?"

"Your enemy hasn't shown herself yet; perhaps she's not here," the black mist tempted. "Thunder is rumbling in the distance; maybe she's undergoing her tribulation. If not now, when?"

Then, the black mist subtly amplified Chu Wen'er's obsession, guiding her thoughts and shifting her attention from the battle before her to the distant thunder.

Chu Wen'er's face instantly darkened, and almost without thinking, she immediately said, "That's right, then I'll go take a look."

"Hmph, I'll deal with you all later!" Chu Wen'er sneered, her tone full of disdain.

As soon as she finished speaking, she flashed away and sped off into the distance where the thunder was roaring.

The door gods watched Chu Wen'er's departing figure, feeling resentful but helpless.

They were no match for Chu Wen'er, nor could they leave the area to pursue her; they could only watch her leave triumphantly.

They could only retreat back into the paintings on the gate, silently recuperating and waiting for the next summons.

Gradually, the thunder roared throughout the heavens and earth, as if it were about to tear the entire sky apart.

The closer you get, the more you realize that each bolt of lightning contains a world-destroying power, inspiring awe and fear.

Hearing the rumble of thunder, Chu Wen'er couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

The black mist remained obediently inside her body, not daring to show itself.

He was not a creature of this realm, but had crossed over. Normally, when the Heavenly Dao was not manifest, nothing happened. But now, when the power of the Heavenly Dao was at its strongest, he was afraid that he would reveal his true nature and incur divine punishment.

When Chu Wen'er arrived at the wilderness where she was undergoing tribulation, the Four-Nine Thunder Tribulation was nearing its end, with only the last one remaining.

With the help of the black mist, Chu Wen'er's eyesight was excellent, and she saw clearly that the person undergoing tribulation in the lightning was none other than Chu Lengyu, whom she hated to the core!

She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth as she said, "Chu! Leng! Yu!"