Su Jiu respectfully bowed to the two of them.
After straightening, she gave Chu Luohen a slightly puzzled look.
"Martial Uncle, do you have internal injuries?" After advancing to the nascent soul realm, her divine sense had grown increasingly keen. She could even detect certain things without physical contact.
Chu Luohen shook his head. "Nothing serious. More importantly, did your advancement go smoothly?"
Chu Luohen clearly did not want to dwell on his injuries, and this time, Chu Mojin also chose to remain silent.
Su Jiu considered it briefly and did not press the matter. She simply nodded. "Quite well."
Apart from Little Gift falling asleep again within her sea of consciousness, everything had gone very well.
Chu Luohen pondered for a moment, then said, "I miscalculated this time and caused you to suffer so much."
Su Jiu shook her head, her expression calm and free of resentment. "Before the tribulation lightning falls, no one can predict which kind will descend. It had nothing to do with you."
In fact, everything Chu Luohen had prepared for her would have been more than enough for any of the lightning tribulations except the two-nine tribulation lightning. But who could have imagined that would be precisely the one she faced?
In ten thousand years, no one had ever been known to experience the fiercest lightning tribulation both when forming their golden core and when forming their nascent soul.
An exception like Su Jiu truly was rarer than one in ten thousand.
The two martial brothers exchanged a look, and Chu Mojin grew even more worried. At the rate Su Jiu was going, the next one she faced might well be the three-nine tribulation lightning.
The three-nine tribulation lightning was not something ordinary magic treasures could withstand even a little. No matter how fine