The final three bolts of Tribulation Lightning struck Wei Yunxi to the ground. Her robes were tattered, barely covering the important parts of her body, and her consciousness had grown somewhat hazy.
But Yunxi knew clearly that this was a critical moment. She marshaled the remnants of her divine sense and released the Third-Grade Formation Disk from her Storage Pouch to protect herself. Then she simply lay flat and began wrestling with the Thunder Force rampaging through her body.
The old man, who had watched the whole thing, twitched at the corner of his mouth. He had gained a new understanding of just how stingy the little girl was. It was not that she lacked a Defensive Formation Disk—she had simply been reluctant to use it. Even now, she had taken it out only because she feared being ambushed.
"Tsk, judging a gentleman's heart with a petty mind. If I, this True Person, cannot even protect a little cultivator renting an Immortal Cave, then I might as well stop making a living in Baohua City."
After muttering to himself, the old man waved his sleeve and sent away those petty people who had been watching Yunxi undergo her tribulation. How dare they cause trouble on his turf without even asking around about his name?
After doing all that, the old man leisurely returned to his shop to continue dozing. He had done all he could; in any case, that girl would not die anytime soon. Whether she could become a Foundation Establishment cultivator depended on her own fate.
Yunxi struggled to ignore the pain in her body, gritting her teeth as she fought against the final three bolts of Tribulation Lightning within her. Bit by bit, she smoothed them out, guiding them through a full circulation of her Meridians before