Hatred That Would Not Fade

"If greed arose, then the Greed Tribulation would be born. If one became attached to lust, then the Lust Tribulation would come of its own accord. Cultivators cultivated the heart; everything they experienced was for the sake of transcendence. If one could not see through the mortal world, one could not comprehend the Immortal Dao."

The Elegant Man explained with great care. Judging by his appearance, he seemed to have almost nothing to do with Heavenly Tribulation, yet Chen Luo sensed a familiar aura from him. It was the very aura Chen Luo had encountered when he had charged into the Tribulation Cloud and snatched away the Thunder Pattern.

Could that Thunder Pattern I stole back then have been his?

"Have you made your choice?"

The Elegant Man's gaze fell upon Chen Luo once more. The Seven Small Balls that had flown from his hand earlier drifted before Chen Luo.

Seven small balls, seven colors.

They represented seven kinds of tribulations.

"I'll choose..."

Chen Luo raised his hand, preparing to choose the first small ball representing "joy." Yet just as his palm was about to touch it, he stopped. The scene he had witnessed in the Great Tomb, using Old Brother Changqing's meditation cushion, surfaced uncontrollably in his mind.

The grudge forged through blade tempering.

And that saber art that represented "hatred."

"That one."

His hand passed over the first six small balls and landed upon the last one, the ball representing hatred.

This scene surprised the Elegant Man. He could not help but look up and give Chen Luo another glance. Only after seeing that Chen Luo's expression had not changed in the slightest did he wave his hand and put away the remaining six small balls, then say with a smile,

"Then we'll begin with 'hatred.'"

He raised