My Five Bigshot Seniors: I am The Most Coddled Junior!-Chapter 302 - 170: Jun Wu Promotes

The disciples and the Sect Leader residing in Yuqiu Pass were alarmed by such a significant occurrence.

When they saw the Heavenly Tribulation in the sky, they were momentarily confused, and once they realized what it was, they rushed to inquire about who was undergoing Tribulation.

"I heard it’s Jun Wu, the Saint Heir of Yunlan Sacred Land, and he’s only sixteen years old. His cultivation talent is truly extraordinary!"

"Saint Son Jun has an Innate Daoist Body, a constitution that faces virtually no bottlenecks in cultivation. Promoting in ranks for him is as simple as eating and drinking, and considering this, it’s not particularly surprising."

"Not surprising? I’ve heard that Young Master Si Lin from Lingxi Sacred Land only advanced to Half-step Immortal Rank six months ago, and he’s nearly thirty years old with an Innate Sword Body, truly formidable. Now Jun Wu is under sixteen and at Half-step Immortal Rank, which certainly makes him more impressive than Young Master Si Lin!"

"That’s not necessarily true. They say Young Master Si Lin had other reasons for taking so long. Saint Son Jun has always cultivated swiftly since childhood, unmatched among peers; they’re likely on par!"

"How can there be such a vast difference between people? It’s one thing not to have their good background, but to be short on talent and constitution as well, and yet they’re so handsome. It’s simply intolerable!"

"Come on, you’re dreaming if you think you can compare with Saint Son Jun; wake up, there’s no contest!"

"..."

Everyone watched as the clouds of tribulation slowly formed in the sky, discussing Jun Wu’s Tribulation. Many of them were witnesses to such events for the first time, making it an opportunity to learn and gain insight. Previously, some disciples had even reached enlightenment observing elders undergoing Tribulation, so the crowd didn’t stray too far.

On the high platform, Jun Yutian and the others were watching.

"Saint Master Jun, your son is truly remarkable. Sixteen years old and at Half-step Immortal Rank—unprecedented in Sub-immortal Realm history, and likely never to be surpassed. An Innate Daoist Body is indeed extraordinary," Bai Guanlin said, glancing sourly at Jun Wu standing in the courtyard.

Among the three Sacred Lands, Lingxi Sacred Land is exceptional; Wen Guiyun’s six disciples are each outstanding. But Yunlan Sacred Land’s Jun Wu matches ten from other sects alone. Only in White Tiger Sacred Land, while their disciples are notable and compare favorably against other sects, they seem lacking in comparison to these two, making Bai Guanlin’s gaze towards Gu Qingqing and company somewhat odd.

"It’s okay, just average. Back then, Master Wen was very impressive too," Jun Yutian modestly said, though his pride was evident.

Though he was apprehensive about Jun Wu’s safety, as Tribulation isn’t a guaranteed success, he felt overwhelming pride for Jun Wu. If he truly succeeds, as Bai Guanlin mentioned, a sixteen-year-old at Half-step Immortal Rank ensures Jun Wu’s name is etched in Sub-immortal Realm history.

Wen Guiyun looked disdainfully at Jun Yutian, dismissing his behavior.

As they conversed, the sky over Jun Wu’s head turned entirely black, emitting a powerful aura from the clouds, enveloping the surrounding area. Fortunately, everyone had prior experience and already withdrawn, or they might have been mistaken as allies of Jun Wu by the Heavenly Tribulation, with dire consequences for both parties.

The Heavenly Tribulation moved swiftly for Jun Wu. Soon, the first bolt of Heavenly Thunder struck, directed towards Jun Wu, but a transparent shield appeared overhead to protect him. The first bolt hit the shield, which merely shook and held steady, while the bolt vanished.

After a quarter of an hour, the second bolt appeared, again striking the shield. The shield cracked but remained firm, dissipating the bolt.

Two quarters later, the third bolt descended, shattering the shield but exhausting its Spiritual Power, vanishing into the air.

Three quarters later, the fourth bolt struck, rapidly reaching Jun Wu, but before it could hit him, a blue circular shield enveloped him, with the bolt striking it and quickly dissipating.

This blue shield endured three more bolts before dissolving into the air.

With two bolts remaining, Jun Wu lifted his head and raised his scimitar towards the sky, his body trembling slightly—not out of fear, but excitement—to confront the Heavenly Thunder alongside Jun Wu.

When the eighth bolt descended, Jun Wu did not evade but advanced fearlessly, swinging his scimitar to slice a silver arc into the air, aimed at the bolt.

The two collided midair with explosive silver-white light, blindingly intense. After the brilliance faded, the silver scimitar wobbily returned to Jun Wu’s side, its blade gleaming brighter than before, its aura more formidable.

Jun Wu looked at the scimitar contentedly, tapped its blade, and it immediately circled around him.

After about half an hour, the ninth Heavenly Thunder finally descended. Just like before, Jun Wu stepped forward to meet it, thrusting forward with his scimitar, a silver light shooting straight toward the Heavenly Thunder. They met in the sky, but the Heavenly Thunder, in a sweeping manner, shattered the blade’s light and continued charging at Jun Wu.

Seeing this, Jun Wu’s gaze flickered. He swung his scimitar, striking eighteen times in succession. Each strike sent forth a silver light that collided with the Heavenly Thunder. Every attempt was crushed by the Heavenly Thunder, but it was clear that its power had significantly waned, and its speed had diminished.

The remaining Heavenly Thunder struck Jun Wu at an immense speed, causing him to stagger and then spray a mouthful of fresh blood, crashing onto the ground.

With the nine bolts of Heavenly Thunder concluded, Jun Wu successfully advanced to the Half-step Immortal Rank. The tribulation clouds in the sky dissipated immediately, and unexpectedly, a rainbow appeared on the horizon. Soon after, spiritual rain began to fall. People nearby rushed into the rain, disregarding the dirt and soaking their clothes, sitting cross-legged on the ground to begin cultivating.

The spiritual rain is a reward from the Heavenly Dao for successfully advancing, filled with exceptionally pure and abundant Spiritual Power. For those disciples with average cultivation talent, it is a perfect supplement.

The spiritual rain quickly nourished Jun Wu’s injured meridians, replenishing his nearly depleted Spiritual Power, and his complexion soon became rosy again.

Half an hour later, the spiritual rain dissipated, and Jun Wu stood up from the ground, briefly tidying his clothes. As he raised his head, he saw Gu Qingqing landing in front of him.

Just moments ago, when Jun Wu was undergoing the tribulation, Gu Qingqing was arguably the most anxious. Although she knew in her heart that Jun Wu was sure to succeed, emotionally, she couldn’t help but worry about him, fearing he might get hurt or encounter some accident.

"Geng Geng, I’m alright now." Jun Wu and Gu Qingqing had developed enough of a mutual understanding that with just one glance, he knew Gu Qingqing was surely very worried about him. He quickly offered a smile and said to her.

Gu Qingqing paused for a moment, then rushed over to embrace Jun Wu, the force of which almost knocked him off his feet.

"Geng Geng, I’m dirty. Let go of me first." Thinking of how he had just been lying on the ground and soaked by the rain, Jun Wu wanted to pull Gu Qingqing away to avoid dirtying her as well.

But Gu Qingqing held him tightly, refusing to let go. Jun Wu dared not do anything to force her away, so he could only let her hold him, a gentle smile appearing at the corners of his lips, his gaze towards her full of tenderness.

"I’m really fine, Geng Geng, you don’t need to worry." He patted Gu Qingqing’s back gently and spoke softly.

Gu Qingqing nuzzled against him but didn’t speak, only pulling away from his embrace upon hearing footsteps.

As she turned, she saw Wen Guiyun, Jun Yutian, Bai Guanlin, and others standing not far away, with Si Lin and others behind them. Wen Guiyun was frowning at Gu Qingqing, full of disapproval, and Si Lin and the others’ gazes were not much better, especially when looking at Jun Wu, as if they wanted to swallow him whole.

Startled, Gu Qingqing quickly hid behind Jun Wu, using his body to shield herself.

Jun Wu felt his clothes being tugged from behind, his smile deepening slightly. Facing the gaze of Si Lin and the others, he remained calm, much more so than Gu Qingqing.

"Jun Wu greets Father, Master Wen, Saint Master Bai, and fellow senior brothers." He cupped his hands in salute to Wen Guiyun and the others, appearing somewhat disheveled, yet not disrespectful.

"Son, well done this time. Keep up the good work." With Wen Guiyun and Bai Guanlin nearby, Jun Yutian didn’t say much else, only offering brief encouragement to Jun Wu.

"I will remember Father’s teachings." Naturally, Jun Wu replied courteously, respectfully accepting the encouragement.

"Saint Son Jun is truly a young genius, congratulations on advancing to the Half-step Immortal Rank." Bai Guanlin remarked with a smile after Jun Yutian and Jun Wu finished speaking.

"Thank you for the compliment, Hundred Saint Master. I will continue to strive hard," Jun Wu responded with his usual courteous demeanor, bowing slightly to Bai Guanlin.

"This Saint Master also congratulates Saint Son Jun on advancing to the Half-step Immortal Rank. The path of cultivation is long and arduous, and I hope Saint Son Jun continues to persevere." Despite his dissatisfaction with Jun Wu for taking Gu Qingqing away, Wen Guiyun decided to give Jun Wu face and didn’t openly criticize him.

"Thank you, Master Wen. I will do my best," Jun Wu quickly bowed to Wen Guiyun in gratitude.

Seeing the way Wen Guiyun and Si Lin looked at his son, Jun Yutian didn’t let them linger any longer and promptly pulled them away.