Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss



At the same time as she was pleasantly surprised, Ling Chuxi also felt a deep sense of gratification and pride. He was the descendant of the Ling family, and also her family. With such an outstanding disciple, the Ling family would never decline. One day, they would stand at the peak of the Qing-Yun realm again.

After calming herself down, Ling Xi continued walking upwards.

The golden sword ray did not appear again. Instead, a gentle yet full of vitality Qi activity tightly bound Ling Chuxi.

"Wood-elemental laws of nature!" Ling Chuxi was slightly stunned. The power of the law that bound her was no longer of the metal element, but of the wood element. Immediately, Ling Chuxi thought of a problem.

When she had stepped onto the first step, she had encountered the power of metal-type laws. As for LAN Xinyu and Meng Zheng, one of them was a Water-type while the other was a metal-type. The sword skills that they had comprehended before they set off were clearly in line with their own attributes. How could they have broken through the restraints of metal-type laws?

Turning back to look, he saw that LAN Xinyu's body was flowing with streams of blue light, releasing the unique aura of the power of water laws. Meng Zheng's body was flashing with a fiery red light, which was the power of fire laws.

Ling Chuxi finally understood. If she wanted to ascend to the eighth level of the tower of proving holiness, she would need to have enough comprehension of the power of laws, and this power of laws was in line with the power of laws in her body.

In other words, if other cultivators wanted to ascend to the eighth level of the tower of proving holiness, they only needed to have enough comprehension of the nomological laws of their own attributes. However, because she had all five elements, she needed to have all five types of nomological laws in her domain.

However, this wasn't a bad thing for her. By relying on these five powers of law, she could further perfect her cultivation method. Although it would take some effort now, it would be greatly beneficial for her future cultivation.

The power of the wood-elemental laws seemed gentle, but it was full of vitality. It was like a crazily growing vine, binding Ling Chuxi layer by layer. It could not be cut off and could not be removed.

If it was just based on one's own strength, even a master of the Emperor level would not be able to escape the restraints of the power of the wood elemental laws. However, with her previous experience, Ling Chuxi was not worried at all.

As he felt the pure power of the wood-elemental laws of nature, he perfected the technique. The vital Qi in his meridians followed the circulation of the technique, becoming full of vitality and endless. With just a light wave of her hand, the vine-like wood-type power of law withered and dissipated like weeds in winter. Ling Chuxi easily got rid of the restraints of the wood-type power of law and walked up to a higher place.

Next, it was the power of water, fire, and earth. If it was any other cultivator with only one of the five elements, even if they had the strength of a God-level or above, it would be difficult for them to escape from these five powers of law that mutually reinforced and restrained each other (of course, they would not encounter such a situation either). However, with the solid foundation she had laid down when she first deliberated over the cultivation technique and the experience she had just now, Ling Chuxi did not feel that it was too difficult. Her steps even became faster and lighter.

Behind him, LAN Xinyu, Meng Zheng, uncle Ling and the others had already stopped. No matter how hard they tried, it was difficult for them to take another step forward. It was obvious that with their current comprehension of the power of law, it would be very difficult for them to reach the eighth level.

Jing Ziyu, on the other hand, had long given up on trying. He could only stare blankly at Ling Chuxi's back as she sped up and went further and further away.

By the time Ling Chuxi stepped over the last step and her figure disappeared at the entrance to the eighth level of the tower of proving holiness, Jing Ziyu was already drenched in cold sweat.