CHAPTER 285: CHAPTER 285

"Retrieve the Holy Object and give it to me." Master Yin, like a demon, whispered in Mama Fang’s ear before quickly getting up and patting the dust off his clothes.

The Servant beside him immediately handed over a handkerchief, and Master Yin, with a hint of disdain, carefully wiped his hands clean.

After Master Yin left, Mama Fang wobbled as she got up, her dull expression gradually returning to its original liveliness.

Without Xiaohua and Changgui at the Huo Family’s Villa, it seemed much less lively.

Watching the Black Qi spread over her arm, Chen Muxue, feeling quite frustrated, plucked some grass from the ground and then watched as the once luscious green grass shriveled at an astonishing speed.

She had just completed a new round of Cultivation. She didn’t know if it was her talent, but she always felt on the verge of breaking through to the Golden Core Stage. People always said Cultivation was so difficult; she didn’t expect that for her, it was only a bit monotonous...

For the time being, she had to add an extra worry, which was the spread of the Black Qi on her right arm.

She was almost certain that this Black Qi was spreading with her Cultivation progress.

But how could this be? She had consulted a lot of books recently and found no descriptions about this. She heard that a part of the Demon Clan’s forbidden books was sealed in the Imperial Palace, and she almost dared to storm the palace.

However, considering her own level, and since she always felt a bit repelled when holding an iron pot, she abandoned the idea of a palace day-trip.

It’s really strange, why does the Black Qi only behave like this with her? The people who were previously possessed by Black Qi were all controlled by it, but even so, their bodies showed no changes, right? Or was it that she just hadn’t noticed?

Suddenly, the clear sky turned windy, and clouds gathered.

Chen Muxue looked up, tribulation clouds? If nothing else, it should still be the old friend, an enhanced version mixed with the Heavenly Dao’s personal vendetta, right...

However, inevitably, something unexpected was about to happen.

Watching the tribulation clouds gathering above her head, Chen Muxue tilted her head in puzzlement.

This intensity seemed far less than last time during Core Formation, right? Even the aura lacked some oppression.

Could it be that it’s not her tribulation cloud? Hmm, very possible, in this vast Capital City, there must be many Cultivators, with a few nearby advancing, it makes sense...

"Boom!"

Without any preparation, Chen Muxue, charred inside and out, stood there with a freshly fried hairstyle, spitting out a mouthful of Black Qi.

Hehehe, the Heavenly Thunder has arrived!

Chen Muxue shook her head and smoothed her wild hairstyle back, pointing at the unimposing tribulation cloud, "You cunning old dog, playing tricks, huh?!"

"Sect Leader!" Xiaohu and Changfu ran out immediately, both holding the iron pot that Chen Muxue had been leaving idle in the room.

Chen Muxue rolled up her sleeves: "Don’t come any closer! Just this tiny tribulation cloud, with not a bit of punch in the Heavenly Thunder, still dares to challenge me?"

The tribulation cloud seemed humiliated, and shuddered, "Boom, boom, boom," several Heavenly Thunders struck directly!

Chen Muxue swiftly dodged, not forgetting to pat her butt cheekily towards the sky: "Oh dear, too weak, even slower than when Changgui’s Spirit Root awakened!"

How dare she bully the cloud!

Not sure if Xiaohu saw it wrong, but he always felt the tribulation cloud seemed a bit angry at the moment.

The cloud suddenly stopped churning, and the lightning mixed within it seemed to also quiet down.

Chen Muxue stood with hands on her hips: "Yo, holding back a big move, or just feeling a bit clogged lately?"

The tribulation cloud slowly grew to twice its size.

Changfu couldn’t help but poke Xiaohu: "Being a bit arrogant during tribulation, does it make it easier to pass it?"