Single Dog Ending system

However, it turns out that Yun Jue is really not like Yun Hua on the surface and behind the scenes.
He is still a person who is easy to soften.

Lang Qianxing untied the muslin cloth wrapped around his hand and looked at the wound on his palm that was healing.
The person who bandaged him obviously used good medicine for the wound.

Although the injury on his hand was the same as in the dream, when he calmed down, he only felt that it was just a boundless spring dream.

Yun Jue might feed him medicinal pills, heal his wounds, or take his blood for something, but it is impossible for him to rub against his ears, cannot take the initiative to tease him and kiss him, and it is absolutely impossible for him to lean down and give him his lips…

Even if he can really form a daoist companion with Yun Jue in the future, it would be difficult for Yun Jue to be obedient for him, let alone that?

After ten days without seeing Lang Qianxing, Qin Lang already felt that he was living more and more like a daoist priest.
It was too fucking bland and boring.
So he hangs up every day to play games and watch movies with Twenty-Five, but he can’t stop the emptiness and loneliness in his heart.

I miss my husband, I miss my husband’s big chest muscles, why hasn’t my husband come to me yet?

Just when Qin Lang was thinking about his husband, the sword he had been forging for Lang Qianxing was complete.

At the moment when the sword was completed, Qingyun Peak was shrouded in dark clouds.
Behind the thick cloud layer, a mighty thunder was brewing.

“It’s heaven thunder! Qingyun Peak has attracted heaven thunder!”

“Is it Daozun Yun Jue? Is this a pill or a talisman tribulation?”

“No matter what it is, it’s nothing to do with us.
It didn’t take long for Daozun Yun Jue to attract heaven thunder.
This thing must have been prepared for his new disciple.”

“Oh, I really envy him, his luck is so good…”

“Who said it wasn’t? Who doesn’t know that the daozun Yun Jue of Tianyun Sect is proficient in everything and is the most valued disciple of ancestor Qiu Xuan.”

“Ordinary four peaks disciples like us can only look.”

There were envious voices around, Li Xiu clenched the broom in his hand, his face was full of resentment.
Tianyun Sect’s disciples who entered together, they have the same cultivation base, the same diligence, but Lang Qianxing became Yun Jue’s personal disciple, but he was only Baiyun Peak ordinary disciple that can only sweep the floor in daozun Yun Hua’s courtyard.

How unfair!

Yun Hua came out of the room and squinted to see the thunder in the clouds above cloud peak, his eyes darkened slightly.

He was about to turn around and enter the room, but inadvertently swept across the expression of an inconspicuous disciple in the yard.
Yun Hua lightly lifted the corner of his mouth and asked the disciple, “What’s your name?”

The disciple knelt down nervously and replied, “Disciple Li Xiu.”

When Qin Lang came out of the Sword Casting Hall, his three apprentices were already waiting outside the hall, each with a more excited expression than the other.

Every cultivator who cultivates to a certain level will also encounter thunder tribulation, it won’t be unfamiliar anymore after golden core.
Life and death are in an instant.
If one passes it, they will go to a higher level; if one can’t cross it, they will only die.

The same goes for objects.
Only after this tribulation can it be called a treasure.

Seeing the three of them, Qin Lang understood their excitement at witnessing the birth of a divine weapon for the first time.
He also wanted to have a word with his husband, who he hadn’t seen for a long time, but he still had a serious face and ordered, “Go back.”

Seeing his serious expression, Zhong Yi didn’t dare to disobey the order in order to satisfy his junior brother’s curiosity.

It’s not as close as in the library here, but Qin Lang’s figure can also be seen.

Qin Lang was already standing above the Sword Casting Hall at some point in time.
He was holding a sword in his hand.
The sword blade seems to flow like red clouds, it stands out even more against his white clothes as the background.

That should be the result of his work in the Sword Casting Hall in the past few months.
The three people in the library watched with bated breath.

Qin Lang stood on the roof so quietly, not doing anything, as if he didn’t even prepare a formation.

Although Zhong Yi and Bo Yi were excited, looking at Qin Lang’s appearance, they guessed that this sword should be the top grade of two thunder or three thunder.
If it is a best or against heaven artifact, most use formations or other treasures to resist the thunder, which in turn temper the sword but not a divine sword which ultimately ruins it.

Soon, the clouds were getting lower and lower, and the sound of thunder rolling was getting closer.

When the first thunderstruck, Qin Lang, who had been standing on the roof without any movement, finally moved.

He lifted the sword in his hand, made a sword move, and faced the thunder head on.
When the sword swung out, it was like red flame, igniting an extremely dazzling firework splitting the heaven thunder, and even lit up the cloud above.

Although the people watching from Tianyun Sect couldn’t see Qin Lang’s figure like Lang Qianxing and others did, they could imagine the imposing manner of the person holding the sword just from the fireworks that still left traces in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the second heaven thunder also fell.
Qin Lang used a sword move again, as if it was a set of swordsmanship with the move just now, each sword had the potential to split the heaven.

The third one, the fourth one…the heaven thunder showed no sign of stopping at all.

Zhong Yi and Bo Yi were dumbfounded.

The other three daozun of Tianyun Sect also arrived in front of the Sword Casting Hall.

And Lang Qianxing looked at Qin Lang, whose clothes were slightly damaged by the thunder after countless thunder.
His heartbeat was so fast that his body could hardly bear it.

He clenched his hands tightly and looked at the figure who was still splitting the heaven thunder with a fiery red sword.

That sword used his blood.
That sword was made by Qin Lang for him.

Every time the thunder struck, he could feel a pure qi pouring into his body.
His previous life’s cultivation had also reached nascent soul, so he naturally understood where such pure qi came from.
From that sword, from the thunder that was cut and absorbed by the sword.

He spread out his left hand and found that his hand was trembling a little, there was a shallow mark on the palm.
He didn’t know what kind of medicine was used by the person who bandaged him, even the scar disappeared very quickly.

T/N: I’m not sure if heaven thunder or tribulation thunder sound more appropriate but it’s Tianlei or I’m going with heaven thunder.