Having learned from experience, the two of them walked heavily toward the altar after Empress Biyun had prepared the spiritual medicine.
Queen Mother of the West still stood atop the high platform, motionless, as though she had not moved in a hundred years.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Zhang Chen and Empress Biyun ascended the platform and knelt before Queen Mother of the West together.
"How many levels have you cultivated to?" Queen Mother of the West asked expressionlessly.
Zhang Chen wore a helpless look as he replied in a muffled voice, "Reporting to Your Majesty, I have improved by one more level than last time."
After speaking, Zhang Chen lowered his head and stared at the ground, waiting for Queen Mother of the West's stormy wrath. Sure enough, the next moment, Queen Mother of the West coldly spat out two words: "Useless trash!"
Then came the crack of a whip tearing through the air, followed by Empress Biyun's scream. Zhang Chen knelt to one side without moving, like a statue, his head lowered toward the ground.
After a long while, Empress Biyun's screams ceased. Queen Mother of the West put away her long whip and said coldly, "In one hundred years, I want you to break through the thirtieth level! If you fail to reach the thirtieth level, your punishment will be doubled!"
Zhang Chen's expression changed upon hearing this, yet he did not dare argue. He could only say respectfully, "I will certainly not fail Your Majesty's trust. I will definitely break through the thirtieth level."
After speaking, Zhang Chen looked toward Empress Biyun and saw that she had already become a bloody gourd, lying on the ground and twitching, her life or death unknown.
Zhang Chen stepped forward and picked Empress Biyun up. He then flew down from the