Chapter 135: The Lightning Tribulation Reappears

"Damn it, Chelsea, you coward, you spineless jellyfish! Look at Hanrod—after being dumped by Wang Luo, he turned his grief into strength and broke through to the seventh level. And you? You just cower here like a weakling, not even having the guts to speak your mind!"

"Ever since you entered Tianxuan Academy, your name has always been ranked below Hanrod's. I used to think you weren't any worse than him, but now I realize you’re not in his league at all. You deserve to stay behind him, playing second fiddle for the rest of your damn life!"

"You can't even compare to Karl or Binluo. You keep saying you don't like men, that it just so happens the person you love is a man. I used to think that sounded reasonable, but now I realize you just like men. You’re a homosexual, a loser who loves sucking cocks, a total pushover who just wants to get fucked!"

"Fine, get out of here!"

Watching Chelsea stand there, utterly devastated and soul-crushed like a man scorned, Anwei’er erupted in a fury, her words cutting straight to the bone. Realizing her outburst didn't quite fit her usual image, she tacked on a curt ending and reclined lazily on her armchair, looking as sweet and innocent as a little doll.

"Anwei’er, you—"

Being pointed at and berated, having the deepest wounds of his heart torn open and forced to face the bloody, cruel reality, Chelsea’s face turned deathly pale. He stood there, his expression dark and turbulent. He wanted to strike back, but the words died on his lips. Was she wrong? ...

"Chelsea, you coward! You don't even have the courage to fight back? I despise you! From now on, we are no longer friends. We are finished! Get out, now, immediately!"

Seeing that Chelsea lacked even the courage to refute her, Anwei’er’s rage flared again. She leapt up and jabbed a finger at him, cursing like a shrew. If she had only meant to provoke him earlier, she was truly disappointed in him now.

"Anwei’er, say that again!"

Even a clay statue has a temper. Being pointed at and cursed, especially hearing her tell him to get lost repeatedly and now threaten to end their friendship, the dead look in Chelsea’s eyes ignited with a fierce, burning rage. He spoke coldly, then stared fixedly at Anwei’er’s small mouth, waiting to see what else would spill out of those cherry lips.

"Chelsea, listen well. From today on, I am ending our—mmph!"

Her eyes widened in disbelief as Chelsea suddenly lunged at her, pulled her into his arms, and霸道地 (imperiously) sealed her lips with his own. Anwei’er instantly turned to stone; her usually sharp mind was reduced to a chaotic mess.

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"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, Qi’er’s expression turned strange. She carefully pulled at the clothes bunched up inside her body, her face flushing crimson. A peculiar, fiery heat, accompanied by an eerie sense of pleasure, surged through her, igniting a body that had long gone without comfort.

Possessing the Celestial Fox Charm Physique, her desires were naturally intense. Being constantly teased by her own nature without any outlet had been a source of unbearable torment; Wang Luo’s single touch had instantly shattered the dam.

"Huff... no, I can't!"

Taking a deep breath, Qi’er sat cross-legged on the spot, channeling her internal arts to suppress the most primal urges of her heart. But just then, the sound of footsteps reached her ears.

"Qi’er!"

Seeing Wang Luo and Qi’er leave, and Hanrod being dragged away by Beat, Gus, who hadn't quite processed everything, continued walking. He wanted to return to his dorm and think things through, but as he walked, he noticed Qi’er sitting on the ground, her face flushed red. He paused for a moment before approaching.

Noticing something off about Qi’er, Gus hesitated. He didn't speak; since he needed to think anyway, he sat down next to her, closed his eyes, and began to cultivate while standing guard for her.

Some things happen so inexplicably, and it is because of these unexplained moments that the stories of the future begin to unfold...

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"Anwei’er, I love you!"

Lowering his head to look at the girl in his arms, who was gasping for air with a glistening sheen on her lips, Chelsea did not let go. He held her just like that, gazing at her with deep affection, speaking the most moving words in the world.

"Mm-ah?!"

Her first time had been so abruptly stolen; the situation had spiraled entirely out of her control. Everything happened so suddenly—first a earth-shattering, wet kiss that left her dazed, then a confession, giving her no chance to react at all.

It was only then that Anwei’er realized that perhaps she could never fully control or predict the whims of the heart...

Strangely, Anwei’er felt a sudden clarity in her mind and a wave of comfort through her body. She had a feeling that if she were to begin cultivating right now, it wouldn't be long before she broke through to become the second seventh-level practitioner in Tianxuan Academy.

"Anwei’er, I love you. I didn't realize how important you were to me until you said you wanted to end our friendship. It was only then I realized that if I had to choose between you and Wang Luo, I would choose you without a second of hesitation. That was the moment I understood that the person I have loved all along is you. Do you love me?"

The lover’s whisper at her ear caused Anwei’er’s heart, which had just begun to calm, to descend into chaos once more, pounding uncontrollably against her ribs. How could she not love him? For his sake, she had even forced herself to forget her own feelings, pushing him toward the man he desired and encouraging him from the shadows.

"Mm!"

A soft, shy sound, barely louder than a mosquito’s hum, reached his ears. Chelsea’s face lit up with joy. He lowered his head and kissed those cherry lips again, sucking hungrily.

At that moment, he felt an indescribable sense of relief. Perhaps it was because he realized he loved Anwei’er—that he loved this woman—and in doing so, he had escaped the trap of his past infatuation and shed a thousand burdens...

*Crack—*

Inexplicably, a sound like glass shattering resonated in his heart. Chelsea, still locked in the kiss, was startled for a moment before a look of ecstatic joy washed over him. He kissed her deeper, more passionately...

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*Rumble...*

Dark clouds once again blanketed the sky over Tianxuan Academy. Red lightning flickered in and out of existence, and the elemental forces of heaven and earth began to boil, converging toward a small courtyard.

"What is this—"

"Crimson lightning tribulation!"

"Someone else has broken through to the seventh level!"

"Heavens, it really is a crimson lightning tribulation! Someone else is breaking through!"

...

Elijah, who had been pondering the matters of Wang Luo and Geda, frowned deeply. But the next moment, an expression of surprise crossed his face. With a flicker, he vanished from where he stood, reappearing at the site of the crimson tribulation.

"Eh, Hanrod, what's wrong?"

Beat, who had been chatting away and asking Hanrod for advice on how to break through to the seventh level, suddenly noticed Hanrod snap his head up, staring intently at a certain direction, his eyes blazing with light.

"Chelsea has broken through to the seventh level!"