The old man fell silent.
Bai Niannian inexplicably felt the bright lamp in her hand was burning hot.
It was clear that her master had completed the trial and had just handed the lamp to her.
Her master had gone to such lengths; she absolutely could not disappoint her master!
A hint of determination colored Bai Niannian's clear eyes. She gritted her teeth and strode forward with large steps…
Thundercloud Tower.
Feng Ninghe calmly raised her gaze, looking at the stairs before her, and stepped onto them without hesitation to begin a new trial.
Time ticked by.
The number of people undergoing trials dwindled.
Bang!
A flash of light, and Ji Binyu and Lin Yuran were ejected from the Thundercloud Tower.
"I can't believe I lost on the fourth stage!"
Lin Yuran bit her lip in annoyance, a flicker of unwillingness burning in her eyes.
Ji Binyu looked up at the tall and imposing Thundercloud Tower before her, then casually reached out and gently patted her shoulder. "Even we couldn't pass the fourth stage. Feng Ninghe surely won't be able to either. We just need to wait and see."
Lin Yuran's lips, however, curved upwards at that moment, her gaze sweeping around. "Next, we'll wait for that person from Shengtian Academy to leave the Thundercloud Tower. I have a lot to say to her…"
It wouldn't be easy to deal with Feng Ninghe on their own.
If Sheng Linglong were to join them, the outcome might be different.
In an exquisite courtyard.
Cultivators were chatting and laughing, their eyes occasionally shifting to a mirror.
"Look quickly! Someone has passed the sixth level and is stepping onto the stairs to the seventh!"
Suddenly, a scream erupted from the crowd.
No one had been able to pass the sixth level of the Thundercloud Tower for a thousand years.
This statement instantly captured everyone's attention, and they hurriedly looked at the mirror.
A solitary figure was stepping onto the stairs.
The woman was dressed in white, her silky long hair cascading freely. Her aloof yet radiant face was exceptionally delicate.
"It's her!"
Pu Yin blurted out, her gaze fixed on the woman in the mirror.
For some reason, seeing this familiar figure, her heart couldn't help but beat faster, and a sense of anticipation grew within her.
No one had been able to break her record for a thousand years.
Perhaps this young lady's performance would surprise her…
"The mirror went dark!"
A cultivator quickly pointed at the mirror. "The seventh level of the Thundercloud Tower is never open to outsiders. Only those who step onto the seventh level can know what the trial entails."
Si Yi turned to look at Pu Yin beside him, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he looked at her with great interest. "Pu Yin, what is the trial on the seventh level of the Thundercloud Tower?"
Pu Yin stared at the dark screen, her eyes clearly deepening. Her clear voice slowly fell, "The trial on the seventh level is indeed very difficult. I failed as soon as I stepped through the door…"
The seventh level of the Thundercloud Tower.
Feng Ninghe stepped onto the stairs.
A vermilion iron gate stood firmly shut, its surface carved with intricate patterns.
She instinctively reached out and pushed the iron gate open.
Creak—
The gate made a faint sound.
Jingle jingle—
A clear silver bell rang in her ears.
Feng Ninghe looked up. The ceiling was hung with bells. The colorful bells, along with the clear silver chimes, created a melodious tune.
Suddenly, a tall and broad figure appeared before her.
The man was clad in a dark robe, his long hair casually tied up with a jade hairpin. His chiseled face bore a hint of coldness.
This face was like heaven's most perfect masterpiece, exquisitely flawless.
"Si Jianye?"
Feng Ninghe blurted out, calling out the man's name.
The man's ink-black pupils held a hint of tenderness as he strode towards her. "Ninghe, you've come to find me."
In just a moment, Si Jianye reached her and pulled her into an embrace.
The familiar scent of the man entered her nostrils, and Feng Ninghe felt as though she had been away from this scent for a long time.
She pressed her head tightly against his chest.
"Why are you here?" Feng Ninghe asked softly, looking up at him.
Facing her question, Si Jianye did not rush to answer. He reached out, picked up a strand of her hair, and played with it in his hand. "I wanted to see you, so I came."
Ding ding—
The pleasant sound of silver bells slowly faded.
With the sound of the bells, Feng Ninghe felt her mind become empty, as if something was missing.
For a moment, she couldn't grasp what it was, and the words she wanted to ask got stuck in her throat.
"Ninghe, I'll take you around to see some beautiful scenery," Si Jianye said slowly, his large hand already holding her small one as they strode forward rapidly.
Looking at the strong and upright figure, Feng Ninghe slightly furrowed her brows, a few glints flashing in her eyes.
Wasn't she supposed to be in the trial of the Thundercloud Tower?
And how did this man get in here?
Wait…
She stopped, as if sensing something, and suddenly opened her eyes!
Si Jianye, who had appeared before her, now vanished without a trace.
A powerful gust of wind surged towards her. The bells overhead rang incessantly, their slightly enchanting chimes falling into her ears.
"These bells…"
Sensing something amiss, Feng Ninghe's expression immediately changed. She looked at what was before her with a hint of solemnity.
These bells actually had a hallucinatory effect. If she hadn't reacted quickly, she would have lost her life by now…
"Hehehe…"
A clear and pleasant laugh suddenly rang out.
Not far away, on an exquisite long bench, a woman in red was lounging wantonly.
The woman slightly raised her eyes, her slightly upturned corners exuding extreme charm. Her gaze instantly locked onto Feng Ninghe. "Oh, you woke up quite quickly. If you had woken up even a moment later, the trial on the seventh level would have ended in failure."
The clear bell chimes, combined with the woman's voice, seemed to be able to bewitch the heart.
The woman stood up and slowly walked towards Feng Ninghe. Her red robe accentuated her shapely figure, and her exquisitely made-up face held a hint of seductive charm.
Feng Ninghe eyed the woman in red with slight caution, subtly assessing her surroundings. "Who are you?"
The aura emanating from the woman in red was too dangerous; she had to be careful.
The woman slightly raised her eyes and stopped walking. A long sword had already appeared in her hand, and her exquisite face bore a hint of coldness. "My name is A Yao. Only by defeating me can you pass the seventh level."
A powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy slowly emanated from the woman. Feng Ninghe also clenched her fists at this moment, her heartstrings taut.
This woman's cultivation was far above hers.
Feng Ninghe was not confident.
Moreover, the bells overhead rang from time to time, easily bewitching the mind.
If she lost focus and was affected by the bells, she would immediately lose the trial!
A Yao gave her no more time to speak. She raised her long sword and fiercely thrust it towards her!
The sharp sword edge was accompanied by a powerful spiritual energy, a fluctuation of spiritual energy unique to cultivators in the Heguan stage!