Chapter 132
The burning sensation on her back steadily grew more intense.
She had passed the eighth level of the Golden Lotus grimoire!
Which meant the tribulation lightning would soon follow!
This time, Golden Lotus was in deep sleep, so she wouldn't have Golden Lotus protecting her! For the eighth level, she had to face seven strikes of lightning!
Without Golden Lotus's protection, how was she going to withstand seven strikes?
Claire's rapid departure left most confused. All of their gazes followed after the figure leaving in a hurry.
Without a word, Feng Yixuan extended his wind wings and chased in pursuit. Shui Wenmo cursed in a low voice and dashed after them on foot.
Jean and the others naturally understood what was going on. Claire had another breakthrough!
The emperor frowned then turned to ask Li Mingyu, "Duke Li, what is going on?" Li Mingyu's face was full of worry.
"Your highness, we have some private matters to attend to. May we take our leave?" Li Mingyu requested, watching CLaire's figure disappear into the distance, farther and farther away.
Before the emperor could reply, An Lisha said hastily, "Your majesty, please take care of the situation. I will explain once I return." Immediately after, An Lisha flew up and followed after Feng Yixuan in pursuit.
Jean and the rest also hurriedly left, dashing out the city.
The emperor frowned slightly, watching An Lisha disappear into the distance, but he still immediately waved his hand to settle the crowd. The stage had already been destroyed so the tournament could only be delayed until tomorrow.
In the air, Claire flew as fast as she could followed by Feng Yixuan and An Lisha. In the sky, thunder clouds were already amassing.
Claire's heart sunk lower and lower. She had already sensed that the lightning would be different this time. Without Golden Lotus, would she be able to withstand them all?
"Claire! Claire!" Feng Yixuan anxiously called from behind.
"The hell are you shouting for!" An Lisha said. She speedily gave chase. After passing by Feng Yixuan, she caught up to Claire.
"Follow me!" An Lisha grabbed Claire by the wrist immediately, forcing her to stop.
"It's you!" Claire looked at An Lisha with shock. This woman was the one from that night! With absolute certainty!
"Ma, what are you doing?" Feng Yixuan also reached them.
What? This woman was Feng Yixuan's mother?
"If you don't know, then don't say such misleading words!" Summer humphed coldly. She had become a bit angered seeing Shui Wenmo's attitude.
"Aiya, long time no see, little thief," Shui Wenmo laughed and greeted Summer.
"Humph!" Summer turned away, ignoring him.
"In other words, Lady An wants to help Claire..." Li Mingyu said with a low voice. "We don't even know where they went, so all we can do is wait.
Li Yuewen looked worried, wishing to speak, but stopped after she caught Li Mingyu's eyes.
"Let's return and wait. There's no way Aunty An will harm her future daughter in law. Perhaps they will appear with great bravado." Shui Wenmo stretched lazily. Clearly, he had great faith in An Lisha.
Shui Wenmo did not notice that his usage of the phrase daughter in law had caused a ripple in a few people's hearts when they heard this.
Future daughter in law? Why did this phrase cause a sense of unease? Jean lowered his gaze. He silently turned away and left. Leng Lingyun watched Jean's retreating figure, sighed softly in his heart, then followed. Walter cursed internally. Just because you say she's An Lisha's future daughter in law she will be? F*ck, what a joke.
In the end, they all returned.
Right at this moment, Claire opened her eyes and discovered that she had arrived somewhere unfathomable. With a sweep of her gaze, she found that there were a few wooden houses circled by a low, wooden fence with a few large trees nearby. It seemed like a very ordinary farmer's home, but once she looked in a different direction, she discovered what was strange. Lifting her head, she saw that the blue sky was without clouds, yet there were birds flying. She squinted. Those small birds were seabirds! This was an island?! Listening closely, Claire actually heard the sound of intense wind whipping past. Claire concentrated her senses and was shocked once more. The small island was surrounded by a wind barrier. An unusual, intense layer of wind surrounded the small island, isolating it completely from the outside world.
"Master... master, hurry and come outside!" An Lisha yelled at the top of her lungs.
"The hell are you shouting about? You just arrived and you're already yelling!" An energetic yet coarse voice retorted from inside the house.
"The lightning is about to strike, how could I not shout! Come out to block it right now!" An Lisha was even more rude, her voice yelling back louder than before.
"Huh? What lightning? What you're cultivating will not draw any lightning." Even though the voice inside the house sounded doubtful, there was the sound of quick footsteps.
An old man in faint blue appeared at the entrance of the wooden house, his pair of eyes bright. He emitted an ineffable, bold aura. His brows and beard were already white, long, yet combed neatly.
"Master, hurry and save us! The lightning will arrive any second!" An Lisha anxiously said.
But the old man ignored An Lisha and turned to Feng Yixuan, smiling widely. "Oi, you brat. You're already this big."
"Ah, old man, you've become more energetic. Your brows and beard became even more manly," Feng Yixuan laughed as he replied.
Claire was a bit shocked. Feng Yixuan, who was usually so unruly and arrogant, was actually acting so lovable and obedient?
"Of course." The old man did something that made Claire go 囧. She watched as the old man pulled out a small comb out of one of his wide sleeves and started combing his brows carefully, then his beard. He appeared extremely pleased.
Now Feng Yixuan switched to the topic at hand. "Old man, hurry and help my future wife, and block the lightning."
"What?! You brat, you actually started chasing after girls?!" the old man exclaimed loudly. Only then did his gaze land on Claire. Claire was currently in a very sorry state, her clothes torn, and although her wounds had already stopped bleeding, her clothes were still stained with blotches of red. She looked very terrifying.
"Master!" An Lisha started getting a bit urgent. Storm clouds had already started gathering overhead.
"Hmm?" went the old man lazily. Then he looked up towards the sky and stroked his beard gently. Only then did he say disdainfully, "What the heck are you getting worried for, isn't it just seven lightning strikes?"