"Ah-choo!"
Qin Feng's main body suddenly sneezed, feeling as if someone was drinking without even having peanuts to snack on.
Buzz! Buzz!
A clear sword chime rang out, and the void trembled.
After several days of healing, Lin San had not only recovered from his injuries, but had also made progress in his Sword Dao cultivation. He was now one step closer to breaking through to the Great Emperor realm.
"These Sons of Heaven really don't play fair!" ????
Qin Feng thought, deeply aggrieved, "I trained hard from dawn to dusk since I was a child, never slacking off in winter or summer. I studied while the dogs slept at the third watch and practiced swordsmanship when the roosters crowed at dawn. Only after ten years of doing that day in and day out did I break through to the high stage of the Great Emperor realm. But they just have to take a tribulation lightning bolt to make progress. Is there any justice in this world? Any law!?"
Just then—
Everyone sensed that Lin San had finished cultivating, and a group of female disciples from Wuling Holy Land immediately crowded around him.
"Senior Brother Lin, are you all right!?"
"Senior Brother Lin, your Sword Skill is amazing. Can you teach me!?"
"Senior Brother Lin, do you have a cultivation partner!?"
"Senior Brother Lin, can we practice swordsmanship together from now on!?"
"..."
Lin San was now just like Giegie in his heyday, surrounded by a whole flock of adoring young ladies who wanted nothing more than to drag him off to stir-fry rice noodles and add chicken bouillon.
"I was the one who took the last three bolts of tribulation lightning, wasn't I!?"
Once again, Qin Feng had witnessed the unfairness of the Sons of Heaven. All he could