[Urban Fantasy + Cultivation + System + Transmigration]
Above the Ninth Heaven, astral winds cut like knives.
Xuan Chen stood at the summit. Three hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye. Today was the day he would attain the Dao.
Tribulation clouds hung low, thunder rumbling in the distance. Heaven and earth were waiting for that single clap of thunder.
Suddenly
A streak of light flashed past, faster than light itself!
It wasn’t lightning, but a shoe. An embroidered slipper carrying the scent of rouge, yet more domineering than thunder.
“Smack!”
A sharp crack rang out.
The shoe landed squarely on the back of Xuan Chen’s head.
Xuan Chen froze. His spiritual power scattered, and his eyes went blank.
Dead silence.
Down the mountain, the disciples’ eyes bulged as if they were about to fall from their sockets.
“Pfft, ”
Someone spat out a mouthful of blood that flew three zhang.
“Ow!” Someone landed on his backside with a crash that shook the heavens.
“Oh, my goodness...” Someone covered their face, unable to bear looking.
Junior Sister Xuan Ling screamed and fainted on the spot.
The elder’s horsetail whisk snapped with a “crack.”
Even the tribulation clouds seemed stunned. Then thunder roared, as if the Heavenly Dao were bellowing
Now they were in big trouble!!
