Seeing Zhou Xiaocui, whom he had known for some time, survive most of the terrifying tribulation bolts only to perish because the final wave came a little sooner than expected—and without enough time to recover her magic power, even with superior pills—left Mo Wentian, whose strength was somewhat lower than hers, even more grief-stricken. It seemed that the fat woman's fate had made him think of his own.
The second month after the fat woman perished, Mo Wentian also welcomed his Golden Core tribulation. His luck seemed better than Zhou Xiaocui's: the three waves of tribulation bolts came at even intervals, and their power was even slightly weaker. After enduring the final wave, Mo Wentian collapsed unconscious from sheer exhaustion, his magic power spent and his body covered in wounds. Lu Xiaotian and several other cultivators who had come to watch the tribulation helped carry him into his cave abode and gave his injuries some basic treatment. When Mo Wentian awoke, he was astonished to discover that he had already become a Golden Core cultivator. He was beside himself with joy.
Lu Xiaotian and the other nearby cultivators preparing to undergo tribulation could only marvel at Mo Wentian's good luck. Even tribulation lightning wasn't always the same; the tribulations faced by different cultivators varied slightly. Mo Wentian had clearly encountered a relatively easy tribulation to overcome. His luck was astonishingly good. Before him, several others had already failed to pass their tribulations, and most had been stronger than he was.
Some rejoiced while others worried, but the ones worrying were those who had yet to undergo tribulation. Those who had already survived had no choice but to be overjoyed; the only alternative was to have died in the tribulation. The dead had no time to feel happy or mournful.
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